Bound By Vengeance (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles Book 5) by Cora Reilly

Author:Cora Reilly [Reilly, Cora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-19T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Cara

I decided to not push Growl further regarding to Falcone and what happened. I had a feeling that he would close up completely if I tried too soon again. At least he didn’t seem too angry about my questions to stop sleeping with me.

When we lay next to each other in my bed after Growl had driven me to three orgasms, my mind was racing for a way to make him stay with me. He usually always left directly after we were done, giving me no chance to get to know him better. We didn’t even touch afterward. Or hadn’t so far at least.

Now Growl’s arm was lightly brushing mine. It wasn’t by accident. Perhaps deep down he longed for closeness beyond just sex?

His eyes were half closed and his breathing was already slowing. His muscled chest glistened with sweat. “What happened to my father after you took me to your house?” I asked.

Growl opened his eyes. “He was dead.”

“I know,” I whispered harshly. “That’s not what I meant. Where is his body? What did you do with it?”

Growl turned his head toward me, frowning. “What does it matter? He’s gone.”

“People bury their dead for a reason. Because they need a place to feel connected to them, a place where they can go to say goodbye or talk to what remains of the people they love. It’s what people do.”

Growl didn’t seem to understand. “Maybe. I can’t see how that helps.”

“You don’t have to understand,” I said quietly. “Just accept it. I really need to know where my father’s body is. I need to say goodbye to him to get peace.”

“He was buried outside the city borders.”

“Buried? So he wasn’t dumped somewhere or worse?”

“I wasn’t there when they buried him. But it’s what they told me.”

“Do you know where it is? Can you take me?”

Growl let out a sigh. He sat up like I’d expected and swung his legs out of bed, turning his back to me. That, too, was covered with tattoos, thorns and roses, skulls and snakes, and intricate black letters that read ‘Pain’, nothing else. There were more scars on his back, shoulders and neck.

“You have to move on.”

I stifled my frustration. He simply couldn’t understand. So many human emotions and habits were foreign to him. I pushed into a sitting position and scooted closer. I hoped it was a good sign that he hadn’t gotten up yet. Perhaps something in him wanted to say with me?

My fingertips grazed the strange round scars that littered his back and upper arms. They didn’t look like shot wounds, more like someone had burned Growl. After a moment of hesitation, I asked quietly. “What are those?”

Growl peered over his shoulder. “Cigarette burns.”

My fingers froze. He sounded so detached, as if we weren’t talking about his body. “Who did this to you?”

“Perhaps I asked someone to do it to me,” he said.

“Why would anyone ask for pain?”

“I like pain. Learned to like it over time.”

“You like it?” I repeated, dropping my hand from his skin.

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