My Dark Hero: Final Parts [Romantic/Erotica/Fantasy]

**Chapter Thirteen**

**Kincaid**

I woke up to a low hanging sun, blinding me through the window. Amy was next to me, still asleep. I didn’t want to wake her, although I was dying for a cup of coffee. So, I carefully lifted the sheet and rolled away.

But I wouldn’t be getting up for coffee.

My heart stopped as the smell of blood struck my nose. I didn’t move, hoping I was mistaken, only to see the white blanket had changed its color to a dark and soaking red.

Time froze, because I wasn’t ready for what came next. I was simply too scared to turn around. My body started shaking as the thoughts of Amy being gone became more realistic.

“You have to look sometime, Kincaid.” A husky voice said from the corner of the room.

It was Chamberlin.

“Go on. I’ll let you say your goodbyes, because I’m a nice guy. And you tell Jesus that when you get there.”

I had to make sure it was real. I had to turn around.

The moment I saw her, lying in the same position she slept, my mind broke down and my sanity collapsed. The blood had already stopped streaming from her throat, and she was getting colder.

There was nothing I could do.

“You can tell she wasn’t cut out for this business…huh, Kincaid? The first rule when you’re in hiding is to avoid contact with the outside world. Didn’t you warn her?”

Chamberlin’s voice hovered in the background as I tried to come to grips with what I saw in front of me, but it wasn’t any use. And instead of crying, I just consciously died. My body went numb and I lost control over it.

Nothing mattered anymore.

“I’m sorry about this, Kincaid.” Frank spoke up from the other side of the room. “But you were getting weak. It was only a matter of time before somebody dug your grave.”

I don’t know why they kept talking, because the person they came to torture was no longer there. All that was left was the darkness Amy saved me from.

Now they had to deal with it.

“Remember the last time you fucked with me, Kincaid? I sure as hell didn’t forget you son of a bitch. And today I’m going to prove to everyone that Nick Kincaid can…”

Chamberlin couldn’t finish his sentence, because that was when I got up.

I saw my fists flying, I felt my legs moving, and I heard gun shots all around me. But I absorbed nothing. All I could do was let my body move from one guy to the next, bludgeoning them with anything in my reach.

I decorated the cabin with the blood of Chamberlin’s men, and their necks snapped like twigs underneath my hands. The phantom that was Kincaid became a reality as the puncturing bullets didn’t slow down or stop the force unleashed on them.

And when I regained control I was standing in the middle of the room, holding Chamberlin’s beating heart in the palm of my hand. I dropped the dying organ on the floor while glaring at his face, struck with a fearful expression as he faded away.

I was covered in the damage I did, while Amy remained lost to me.

With the last bit of strength I had, I crawled to her side. The inflicted wounds from my enemies could hold one silver lining, and hopefully it would take me to wherever she was.

“I love you, Amy.” I said as I traced her cheek with my bloody fingertip, and kissed her sweet lips.

Then the darkness came.

**Chapter Fourteen**

**Kincaid**

It couldn’t be happening.

It couldn’t possibly be happening.

I was waking up…again.

Except for my neck and my head, I couldn’t move. Every inch of me was in severe pain, and just breathing felt like experiencing minor strokes.

But I wasn’t supposed to wake up. Even though I didn’t feel the bullets, I knew they struck me. Hell, some of them went straight through me. Under no circumstances was I supposed to open my eyes, and yet, the sick joke laughed on.

Why couldn’t I just fucking die!

“Now I’m sure I’ve lost my internship.”

My pulse began racing, because the voice gliding across the room belonged to Amy.

But how?

“I’m still jobless.” She continued.

I remember hoping that it wasn’t a dream. I laid there and begged for the powers that be to make it real.

Then she kept talking.

“And I’m pretty sure we’re fugitives.”

I lifted my head and saw her standing in the doorway, sporting a new bandage around her neck and a fresh one around her arm.

Tears started blurring my vision and I allowed my head to fall back on the pillow. As much as I wanted to jump up, pull her in and never let her go, my body wasn’t ready. The nerves functioned and I could feel the pain down to the tips of my toes, but my limbs didn’t allow movement yet.

“Amy?” I asked into the air, still frightened that it might be an illusion.

But she came closer, increasing my excitement with every step. When she stopped at the side of the bed, she gazed into my eyes and traced my cheek with her fingertip.

“What is it about you, Kincaid?” She whispered before she leaned forward and kissed me.

Her lovely scent wrapped like a blanket around me, and her touch was as real as the pain stinging in my spine. Never in my life had I been so thankful for anything, but I still couldn’t place the logic behind it all.

“Sorry to spoil the fun, again, but I’ve got to check on Rambo here.” Ben interrupted with his cheerful self.

“Then I guess I’ll see you a little later, Rambo.” Amy squeezed my hand and gave me another kiss. “I love you.” She whispered in my ear before leaving the room.

“So, how are you feeling? Or should I ask, can you still feel anything?” Ben looked at me with strange expectation.

“I don’t understand.” I replied somewhat confused.

“Well, I didn’t want to tell Amy this, but I dug twenty-eight bullets out of you man! I didn’t even count those that went straight through, or the stab wounds. Now, are you going to tell me what you and Amy really are? Or do you want me to keep guessing?”

“Amy?”

“Okay, fine, play dumb. I won’t judge.”

“Ben, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He stared at me with big question marks in his eyes.

“Dude? Are you serious? The way Amy’s throat was slit should’ve killed her within a couple of minutes. I only found you guys a day after everything happened, and both of you still had a fucking pulse! You survived even though everyone around you were about to start decomposing. I had to burn the place down after getting you out. Can you look me in the eye and explain any of it without yanking my chain?”

I didn’t say anything, because I couldn’t. It sounded too surreal. There had to be a logical explanation for the chaos, but nothing came to mind and I didn’t really care.

“I didn’t think so.” Ben said while he started removing some of my bandages. “But there’s one thing I do know though.” He teased my curiosity.

“And that is?” I caved.

He smiled broadly and pointed to the door.

“That girl isn’t dying without you.”

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**Epilogue**

**Amy**

I never saw Daniel again, because I don’t know what Chamberlin did to him. I tried getting hold of him for two months, but it wasn’t any use. I couldn’t bury him or say goodbye, and I couldn’t go back to the life I knew. Everything had changed within a matter of days, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

For one, I was regarded as a criminal just like Kincaid, and I loved it. It was like we officially belonged together on the wrong side of the fence, although Kincaid left his empire behind.

And as much as I loved my brother, he gave me a final gift I knew I had to hold on to with both hands. He would’ve wanted me to run off with Kincaid and make babies on some desolate island, which we did once Kincaid finally got full control of his body again.

We named our first son Daniel.

Ben finished medical school without word spreading about his unlicensed practicing hours, and we made a special trip back when Angel passed away. Ironically, she went peacefully and in her sleep. We named our daughter after her, and we never needed to call Ben for a gunshot wound again.

This is how I broke the cycle that kept my life spinning in the wrong direction. I almost died while doing it, but it was worth every second.

Plus, Kincaid and I had some miracles to wrap our minds around, so we got lost somewhere across the Pacific Ocean. Nobody ever came looking for us, and we never thought to glance back.

*The End*

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