Sliding a knife under Pierce’s throat was one thing, but threatening the life of his daughter was something else entirely. He was losing himself. What could drive him to hurt the girl he helped raise for two years? He stared into the mirror at himself and tried to figure out that very question. It was a waste of time, because nothing came to mind.
"You want to talk about it?"
Theresa pressed her warm body up against his, as he shook his head from side to side in reply. This was something she'd be better off not knowing. Besides, he didn't want to ruin the moment. Her arms were already wrapped tightly around his waist and her lips showed her emotions. He shut his eyes and pushed his thoughts aside, while Theresa continued to kiss him softly down his neck. She paused and looked up.
"So, how did it go with Pierce and his daughter?”
The silence that followed her question scared her, and she didn’t dare pursue it any further. Letting it go, she finished what she started. Maybe in his own time he would come around and tell her. She would only receive one thing she wanted tonight, him. She hated bargaining though.
“Everything went great.”
He lied to her for her sake, as she turned the shower on. Why would she ever try and break a perfect moment? She had a knack for doing it and he had a knack for countering it, even if he had to be dishonest. The showerhead began to scream hot water. They both hopped in.
“Did they?”
Arran pressed his fingers against her lips, once the water poured over both of their bodies. Tonight, she decided to be brave. He ignored it and began to kiss her body. He ran his fingers through her blonde hair and she slightly moaned. He picked her up and pressed her up against the back of the shower.
“What does it matter now?”
She dug her nails into his back and then ran her hands over his scars. She stopped and he looked at her. This was the first time he had ever let her feel his back. For a moment, he was speechless. He thought back to days where he lived in pain and anger.
“My father gave them to me.”
She ran her hands over them again to try to feel what he felt, but she couldn’t. He continued to pleasure her. It was so good, she almost forgot to breathe. The steam from the hot water filled the room. She screamed out and her hand shot against the wall. She couldn’t control herself anymore. Before she knew it, he had taken her mind off of it all.
“Harder!”
The well being of Trenton and his daughter no longer mattered. She didn’t want to say anything more, because afterwards she would be too tired to ever talk. They continued and finally it happened for the both of them. Later that night, Hayden found himself on the road. Hayden had finally got his Porsche fixed from the damages Trenton had caused.
He sped down the highway thinking about what could possibly happen at Eternity. He was ready to do what he promised Trenton he would do. He smiled and turned his music to top volume. He was about to be living the life of a champion. Nothing would stop him now.
Boom!
His car flipped over and it rolled continuously. Finally, it came to a stop and he pulled himself from the wreckage. He was okay and luckily escaped without a scratch on him. Damnit, his Porsche was ruined yet again. He examined the bottom of his car and found someone had planted something under it. Before he could look at it any further his phone ringed. He answered it.
“Fuck Vegas Mr. Hayden! What happens in L.A. stays in L.A. right? Wrong!”
The line went dead.