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

**Chapter Ten**

**Amy**

An awkward silence followed after Ben left. I kept staring out the window, unable to think of an opening sentence that didn’t involve me getting angry. Kincaid was so intense, and infuriating, and too much for me to handle emotionally. I kept thinking about the consequences of just giving myself to him, objectively weighing them against the aftermath of going back to living without him.

The latter made the most sense, but the former was the most enticing.

I had every reason to run downstairs, grab a knife and gut him. Apart from the probability that the police would arrest me on sight, I could barely move my arm without a jolt of pain ripping through my muscles. Not to mention all the time I invested in my internship, now completely wasted. Granted, I never saw myself in advertising, but it was a job I could respect myself for.

If I had gone to the police and explained the situation to Mr. Roberts, my superior at Strangely Unique Advertising & Promotions, I probably would’ve salvaged the most important parts of my life. There were more than enough waiter gigs I could get until the advertising job came through, but with every second that passed, my window of opportunity to save anything from my hard earned life got smaller. Sure, I didn’t have much, but I worked my ass off for the little I did have.

And yet, I was more intrigued with Kincaid’s hold on me. Of course I knew it couldn’t end well, and if I kept going I’d have nothing to fall back on. But it didn’t stop me from unconsciously entertaining the idea.

“How’s your brother?” Kincaid asked as he peered underneath the lid of the breakfast tray.

“Do you really care?” I replied coldly.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t.”

He didn’t touch the bacon or toast on his plate, although I could see he was starving in the way he stared at it.

“You’ve been asleep for two days. I won’t think any less of you if you eat the plate as dessert.” I assured him.

He wanted to hide his embarrassment, but failed miserably.

“Thanks.” He said and got comfortable on the bed with the cold meal. “So, are you going to make me ask again?”

“Don’t you know when you’re overplaying your hand? I thought you were this big shot criminal because you know how to work people. But this whole fake caring thing doesn’t fit into your repertoire, because you’re definitely not selling it.”

He patiently listened while slowly chewing his second bite of toast.

“You forget I’m a prick, not a lawyer. Intimidation, pain and murder – those are the traits of a good criminal. If you want a good show, call your lawyer.” Very pleased with his answer, he took a third bite. “I’ll ask again. How’s Daniel?”

My bitchy persona wasn’t going to help me, and maybe I was overdoing my tough character a bit. Given that Kincaid was the reason for all my misery at that point, he was also the only person with enough money and power to get me out.

“He’s fine. I spoke to him this morning.”

Kincaid rocked his head, pleased with my answer.

“And you?” He said after placing the lid of the tray back on the half-eaten breakfast.

“Me? What about me? Wouldn’t you rather know how you got here? Where we are? Or talk about what we’re going to do about our situation? Finish your breakfast at least, I cooked it with one hand.”

His sentimental questions were making me nervous. I was afraid that if I answered one more it could turn into a landslide of honesty.

Kincaid carefully stood up and walked closer. I shifted in my seat, not knowing what to expect, which was when he sat down next to me.

“I’ll definitely finish the wonderful breakfast, and I’m dying to know how we got here. I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He said with a low and comforting voice.

Holding back my tears became increasingly difficult around him. Not once since that day on the steps of my crappy apartment building did I allow myself to break down. I survived the madness and my own conflictions without giving the slight hint of snapping. But there I was, inching on the edge of sobbing for everything I never took the time to sob about, just because it felt like Kincaid cared.

“Look at my arm and tell me if I’m okay.” I said as the first tear teased the corner of my eye.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I should’ve forgotten you the first night, but I didn’t want…” He stopped himself from saying something too personal, but I already knew how he felt.

Ben had painted a clear picture of what Kincaid was prepared to do for me, and I experienced it first-hand at his restaurant. However, Kincaid wasn’t aware that I had fallen hopelessly the moment he opened the car door for me. And how could he, when I only realized it as he was sitting next to me, trying to win me over?

“I’ll get you your life back, Amy Dawson. And I promise I won’t stick around to fuck it up.”

“Ugh…you’re such an asshole.” I tried to sound sarcastic, but the tears messed up my façade. And they didn’t want to stop.

As I discreetly wiped away one tear, two would follow until my cheeks were soaking wet.

Kincaid didn’t say anything. He just wrapped his strong arms around me and snuggled his nose in my hair, while I cried my heart out. Years of pain, abandonment and heartache poured through me like a waterfall. My body shuddered underneath his grip, and I felt completely safe even though I was completely vulnerable. I feared nothing and no-one in his arms. More importantly, I wasn’t scared to be me.

My sobbing turned to sniffing, and the sniffing gradually lullabied me to sleep. I woke up three hours later, still in Kincaid’s arms.

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