Chapter 212
King of the Underworld
Chapter Two Hundred Twelve Sephie âDonât apologize, Sephie. I want to be here for you. If youâre struggling with your past because youâre being forced to relive it right now, I want to be here to help you through it. You donât have to go through it alone this time. The guys, too. They also want to help.â He lifted my chin so I would look at him.
âYouâre not alone anymore, Sephie.â
The tears were streaming down my face at this point. I still didnât know what to do. He already had so much on his shoulders, they all did, that I didnât want to bother them with what had happened in the past. Iâd become accustomed to keeping my past locked up tight. When it came down to it, I was still worried he was going to look at me differently.
âI wonât look at you differently, Sephie. Youâre never going to find what it is that youâre constantly searching for. Donât get me wrong, I kinda love when you search, but itâs pointless. What youâre searching for doesnât exist. It will never exist,â he said.
I squinted my eyes at him. âHow did you do that?â
He laughed. He leaned down and kissed my lips. âYou were searching, love. It was easy to guess what you were thinking.â The timer on his phone went off. He leaned down and kissed me once more, then walked to the freezer and grabbed ice. He didnât bother trying to get me to put my hands in the ice water this time. He just soaked a towel and wrapped my hands up.
âStill ha te it, for the record,â I said, trying to make myself not pull my hands away from the cold towel.
He laughed, but he wouldnât let me take my hands away, either. He stood in front of me, his arms crossed across his chest, watching to make sure I kept them in the towel until he was satisfied.
âSephie, do you know how reliant Iâm becoming on having you around?â he asked.
I shook my head no. âWhat do you mean?â
âYouâre whatâs kept me from ordering the destruction of half the city in the pursuit of destroying the other bosses.â
âMaybe thatâs not a good thing. It would be over with by now that way,â I said, âNot necessarily. I wouldâve unleashed my own chaos on the city. Chaos is loud. Itâs disordered.
Thereâs always collateral damage. Usually more than necessary. You donât want chaos in these kinds of situations. Chaos is unpredictable, too.â He unwrapped my hands from the cold towel, pulling me down from the chair. He kept my hand in his as he led me to the bathroom. âViolence, on the other hand. Violence is quiet. Itâs effective. Because itâs quiet. No one sees it coming until itâs too late. You can control the collateral damage with effective violence. You can predict the outcome when you use calculated violence. Without you, there wouldâve been chaos. With you, thereâs going to be calculated violence. See the difference?â he asked as he grabbed my hips and lifted me onto the counter in the bathroom.
âI think so,â I said. I was still somewhat puzzled.
He started to rub the amica cream on the knuckles of one hand as he continued. âWhen I was younger, my anger couldnât be controlled. I left a path of destruction wherever I went. Viktor helped me rein it in, but itâs never been truly controlled until you came into my life.â I was watching his face as he was talking. He was watching what he was doing, but he would glance at me periodically. âYou donât even realize what a savage monster youâve tamed, without even trying.â He chuckled. âHe ll, you donât even need to see me or be near me to know that Iâm about to lose control now. When you were in the ring with Mike? As soon as those words came out of his mo uth, I was ready to ki ll him. There wouldâve been no stopping me, either, and I knew it. I wanted it. Iâve gotten to that point before and it took all five guys to pull me off the guy. Ivan was still an arm down, so they had no chance. I knew that. I was basically salivating at knowing I was going to beat him to death for saying that to you. Then you turned and looked at me.â He paused, to switch hands. He stole a glance and couldnât help but smile when he saw I was still looking at him. âThatâs all It took. I was still angry, sure. But that bloodlust that has never been controllable before, it just disappears when you look at me. I have no idea how you do it, but I know that I will d ie trying to protect you because of it.â He looked in my eyes for a moment. A faint smile on his face as he lightly pushed a few curls back from my face. âPart of protecting you, Sephie, is helping to keep you safe from your own darkness and the demons you think live there. Youâve taught all of us how to be friends with our demons. Let me help you learn to be friends with yours.â
I couldnât help but remember Ms. Jacksonâs words from so many months ago. âYou offer him something that heâs never had before. Heâll d ie to protect it. To protect you.
Adrik I kept my usual battle with Sephieâs curls going as I watched her think about what Iâd just told her. She would glance at me periodically, so I knew she wasnât zoning out again. I was trying to think of the right words to say to her. I knew she kept her past locked up and sheâd been forced to open it all up since meeting me.
Itâs one thing when you can somewhat control when and how you tell someone about your past. Itâs quite another when youâre forced to divulge information before youâre ready. Sephie hadnât been able to control telling us about any of her past, because of circumstances outside her control. That alone can be traumatic. Then you add in having to relive her trauma and I was worried it was becoming too much for her.
She looked at me and I felt my heart skip. She still had that half-confused, doe-eyed look on her face that just made her irresistible. âMs. Jackson told me months ago, when you first moved her to the building, that I offered you something youâd never had before, and youâd d ie to protect it.â She had a small smile on her face. âHow did she know?â
I chuckled, brushing another curl back from her face. âSheâs had me pegged since the first night I came to your apartment. She saw me get out of the vehicle and look at your apartment building. She told me she could see it plainly that I was in love with you then.â I twirled her curl around my finger, looking at her innocence. âSheâs right, you know.â
I could see the smile creep across her face. âShe told me you were in love with me when we got home from the grocery store that day. I didnât fully believe her until you moved them downstairs.â Her gaze dropped to her hands. Her fingers started to fidget, first on her pants, then she moved to my shirt and the buttons as she lifted her gaze slightly. I could see that her mind was going a mile a minute. She sighed, then looked me in the eyes again. âIâm not keeping you out on purpose.â She dropped her gaze again, still fussing with the buttons on my shirt. âThe stuff thatâs happened to me⦠Itâs just⦠Itâs a rough story and I can clearly see how it affects everyone that finds out about it. Itâs like having my own trauma reflected back to me. Then I feel bad and want to comfort the other person because I just traumatized them with my story. Meanwhile, my wounds just got deeper.â
I started to say something, but she stopped me. She placed her hand on my chest, looking at me again. âYouâre different, though. And I didnât realize it until just now. I donât know how you do it, but you donât reflect it back to me. Ivan, too.â She thought for a moment, then almost whispered, âI think my dad was right.â
âYour dad was right about what, solnishko?â