Page 9 of Forgive My Sin


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I wanted to do and say so many things. But I haven’t the first clue how.

“Levan says you tried to drown yourself.” Seery’s words pull me from my quandary.

“What? No.”But didn’t I?

“He said Zakar pulled you from the tub half-dead.” She raises a brow at me as I sit up straighter, holding the covers over my chest.

Clenching my jaw, I debate how much to tell her. I don’t know her, and I don’t trust people I don’t know. I’ve learned all too often that it will most assuredly come back to haunt me. “Have you ever needed to know what kind of control you had over yourself before?” She shakes her head. “Well, today, I needed to know.” I don’t elaborate.

“Fair enough. Levan also stated you had bruises and scars. Want to tell me about those?” She seems nice. Her tone is friendly. But her eyes, the way she assesses me, there’s something there that I’m missing, but I can’t put my finger on it.

“No.” Shifting my gaze down, I feign submission and shyness. I’ve spent my life reading people. Body language, assertiveness, tones, and while I don’t always get it right, I do, more often than not, and this woman is off. I sense it deep in my gut.

“Would it be okay if I gave you a quick exam?” As she opens the bag at her feet, I notice a syringe and scoot to the other side of the bed.

“No, thank you.” I keep my tone light and avoid eye contact because I know I don’t have a great poker face. Using the sheet as a shield, I shuffle into the bathroom to grab the fluffy robe I spotted before my bath and put it on. Tying the belt around my waist, I quickly make my way to the bedroom door before she can reach it. “Thank you for your time,” I tell her as I catch all three men resting against the wall stand straighter when they see me.

Each has a distinctive look on their face when I step back and out of Seery’s reach. It’s Levan whom I focus on when I see her wave him over. Jealousy constricts my chest as he moves to follow her. He stops after taking a couple of steps before turning back and returning to me.

Pinning me to the wall, his lips collide with mine. Possessive. Dominating. Painfully sensual. He deepens the kiss, plunging his tongue into my mouth with a forcefulness that should terrify me, but I hold onto him, dragging him closer as he grasps me tighter. His fingers dig into my waist as he fights for self-control. All I want is more.

“Levan?” Seery’s voice is laced with jealousy and familiarity, and I think I understand what I was missing before. Either they’ve had a relationship, or she wants one.

He draws back from me, and I realize Val and Zak are standing on either side of us, each with a hand on me and a carnal look in their eyes, a yearning for more than they’ve received. “I’m coming,” Levan bites out, but his eyes don’t stray from me. “We need to talk.” I can only nod because I’m shocked at how he’s made me feel. At the easy way I’ve accepted that the three of them want something from me that I never imagined, even though I’ve crushed on them all since I was a girl.

Watching him walk away and towards another woman is hard to do. I don’t want him going to her when she calls; I want him to put me first. And I realize he did by calling her to help, but I’ve seen past her façade, and now I’m afraid she’ll try to push the issue with him.

* * *

Levan

She saw it. I fucking know she did.

Abilene didn’t miss the way Seery called me, the lust in her voice. She also didn’t miss the familiarity between the two of us. I’ve never had sex with the doctor because she’s on my payroll. She fixes us up, off-books when we need it, and after what I witnessed between the two of them now, I know it’s time to let Seery go and seek out another physician.

I won’t have Abilene questioning my devotion to her, my commitment that she hasn’t even asked for yet and am completely prepared to give to her.

Before we’ve made it halfway down the stairs on our way to my office, Seery is already speaking. “She’s suicidal, Levan. She needs to be committed.”

“Is that so?” I don’t believe her for a second. I’ve witnessed the actions of more than a few suicidal people, and while I’m no expert, I don’t believe Abilene falls into that category for a second. If she did, she’d have shared her thoughts in confession like a good Catholic girl. All she wants is to be forgiven for things that are not of her doing.

“Yes. It is imperative to her health that I take her to an institution immediately.” I should have seen this coming. I’ve known about Seery’s desire for me for quite some time. I’ve never led her on, but I’ve never turned her down outright, either. That’s on me. And I won’t allow her to ruin Abilene’s life because of it.

“I don’t think so.” Opening the front door, the snowstorm continues to rage on in the darkness. “There are plenty of things wrong with Abilene, but this is not one of them. We’ll take care of her on our terms.”

Stopping in the threshold, she stares up at me, a blank look in her eyes. “You’ll regret this.” The words appear as a threat, and I take them as such.

“No, Seery, I won’t. But if anything ever happens to her, you will.” Closing the door on her, I head back to the kitchen where Ana and mybebiaare currently cooking up a feast.

“She’s gone then?”Bebiaasks as she takes a sip of her drink that I’m pretty confident is brandy or vodka.

“She is.” I wait, figuring there is more to come.

“You know that viper’s been trying to get in your bed for years.” I nod, and she side-eyes me like I’ve taken her damn drink away. “Then why’d you let her keep coming around?”

My eyes narrow on the older woman. Does she forget, or is she fucking with me? “She’s our doctor. We’ve needed discreet situations handled, and she has, so far, kept her mouth shut.”

“Mmhmm.” She takes another slug as Ana stirs something in a pot that smells delicious. “Whatever you want to believe,shvilishvili. Whatever you want to believe.”

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