My Dark Hero: Part Nine [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

>**Chapter Nine**

**Kincaid**

I could hear Amy and Ben talking, but their words were a blur as I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. I didn’t pay much attention to the room I was in or the nauseous feeling in my stomach. All I needed to know was that she survived, and that she was safe. Why I had this obsessive desire to be near her still eluded me, and the need became more demanding.

When I finally managed to stay awake it was early in the morning. I couldn’t tell what day it was, only that I was in someone’s cabin. The yellow flower curtains were pulled open, and a breakfast tray was waiting at the side of my bed. It seemed like the perfect little getaway in the middle of nowhere.

“I probably lost my internship.” Amy’s voice glided through the air and woke me up like a shot of adrenalin.

She was standing in the doorway, sporting a heavily bandaged upper arm and shoulder. Her tight black top stretched perfectly over her perky breasts and toned stomach, while her jeans clung so smoothly around her legs I could see her thigh muscles twitching.

But it was the way she looked at me that ultimately cracked my safe. Her presence did things to me I wanted to hate and despise. But instead I craved it on every wrong level.

“And I lost my job.” She kept going when she figured I didn’t have much to say – out loud.

Unlike the first time when she addressed me so bluntly, Amy wasn’t making threats. She was pointing out the reality of the situation I put her in.

I preferred being threatened, because I handled it better.

“And to make things just a little bit worse, I’m connected to a shooting where more than ten people died, five of whom you killed with my gun – which you left at the scene of the crime by the way.” Amy finished.

“Is there a phone around here somewhere? I have to make a call.” I asked as if I hadn’t heard what Amy said.

“Oh, sure. You want to call Frank? The guy who organized the gun fight? Here you go.” She pulled a cellphone from her pocket and threw it on the bed.

“What are you talking about?” I didn’t want to believe what I was hearing, although I wasn’t all that surprised.

Frustrated I shot up, only to get struck by a dizziness that left me seeing three of Amy.

“I’m amazed at how you only respond when the topic is related to your problem.” The three of them attacked.

“Please,” I calmed my voice while holding my spinning head, “just tell me what’s going on.”

She took a moment, probably contemplating whether she should torture me some more.

“You heard me the first time. The guy that was supposed to enforce my brother’s safety is the same guy that tried to kill us. Tell me, Mr. Nick Kincaid, what’s your staff hiring process? Do you actually check whether these people can be trusted, or do they get the job if they own a gun?”

Her tongue was like a whip, and I loved every second of it.

“I usually just bend them over a Ferrari and take them for a test drive. Don’t get mad if you didn’t get hired.”

It was a low blow I didn’t taste in my mouth beforehand, and I could see the hurt on her face. Finding out that my right-hand man was behind my violent assassination attempt didn’t help my attitude.

“Fuck you.” She finalized the discussion and walked away.

“Amy… wait! I’m…I’m sorry!” I called after her, digging my grave deeper towards the depths of dependency.

I got out of bed, wearing old-man flannel pajamas, and tried to follow her. But after fumbling three steps I crashed to the floor with only darkness in front of my eyes. The shiny hardwood didn’t like the force with which my head connected, and it retaliated with a shot of pain down my spine.

“Good God, Kincaid. Are you trying to die?!”

It was Amy, kneeling beside me and doing her best to lift my head onto her lap using only one hand. For a second she looked uncomfortable, and then she slowly started tracing the tip of her finger down the side of my cheek. All the while she gazed into my eyes, searching for something I couldn’t possibly give her.

“What is it about you Kincaid?” She whispered softly. Almost softly enough I couldn’t hear.

The words were right there. All I had to do was say them. It was the perfect moment to tell her I wanted to be her hero, and I’d gladly be her slave. I’d give up everything if it meant feeling her fingertip tracing my cheek every day. It was a moment I might not get again.

But what kind of life would I be giving her? Even if by some miracle she could love a monster like me, she would constantly be in danger. And no matter how much I wanted her, it wouldn’t be fair to her. She deserved much better, she just didn’t know it yet.

Ben broke the spell as he made his way up the stairs while calling out.

“Everything okay? I heard a…” He trailed off as he stepped into the room and saw us on the floor. “Hey, guys, I want you to feel at home and all, but this isn’t the restaurant. And the last thing you need now is another um….blood-flow disruption…if you know what I mean.”

Slightly embarrassed, Amy helped me to stand up.

“I haven’t had the chance to thank you yet, Ben.”

Things just kept on getting stranger, because I was thanking people for being nice to me. I was depending on someone else to survive, which is what got the rest of my family slaughtered.

“It’s no problem, really. I wish I had a five star hotel I could book you into, but this old cabin is the best I can do. At least you’ll have time heal up and work out a plan of action. And I’m sorry about the whole Frank stabbing you in the back thing, definitely not a cool…or smart…thing to do. ”

“It comes with the territory if you’re a professional prick.” I said while glancing over at Amy, checking to see if my words jogged her memory.

“Your right, it does come with the territory.” She tried to hide her smile as she walked towards the window and got comfortable on the brown bench in front of it.

“Well, there’s enough food for a couple of days and the rental car is parked out front. You’ll find some clothes in the bag downstairs and my number is on the fridge if anyone gets shot. You kids play nice now.”

I found myself liking Ben more and more.

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