Possessive Series (3/4books Complete)

Chapter 11

A FLOCK OF CROWS; A MURDER.

Xander's p.o.v.

No, no we did not have sex. But, we didn't not make eachother feel good. That part is private.

Right now, my baby and I are in a bedroom that is in a plane. We are on our way to one of my gang meetings. The reason I'm letting her go with, is because they aren't threatening, I just want them out of my territory. As she sleeps in my arms, I hear her mumbling to her self. Almost as if she's talking to her self. I focus on her to try to hear what she's saying, and from what I hear it's not a very pleasant convo.

Why me? No matter how many times people say it, im no one special.. Maybe he's just using me.. I don't deserve this treatment.. Why? He should ask God for someone else.. Not worth it.

Once again, I have tears in my eyes. I couldn't ask for anyone else. Because I don't want anyone else. She's perfect. Broken or not shes my Queen. No doubt in my mind. Using her? Pshaw. As if I would let her slip through my fingers when she was finally ready for me to take her. I just can't wait for her to bare my children. I need her. Not just now, but forever. She will know this. She needs to. Wait. Something just dawned on me. She hasn't been wearing short sleeves for the past two weeks. No. No no no no no. This can't be she, she's supposed to be happy. What did I do wrong? I slowly lift her body so that she's sitting upright with her head on my chest and her, covered, arms in her lap. She giggles like a two year old, and grabs my thumb unconsciously putting it in her mouth. Shiitt. Not now Xander. You. Are. Busy. I grab her wrist with my free hand, and lift her sleeves. No cuts. Thank God. Right as I'm about to lays us back down, I see that her hood of the onsie has fallen off her shoulder, revealing, not-so-self inflicted cuts and carved letters in her skin. Mean letters. I can't hold it in. I, Xander Kross, the most feared gangleader in the world, scream out in pain and agony for my precious baby girl and what she has gone through for so long. Being the strong, innocent, kind hearted girl I love. She's not ok. She hides under her smile, no matter how genuine it may be, she's still sad. She needs time to heal. After this meeting, we are leaving, and not coming back until she is the happiest girl on earth. My angel jerks awake at the sound, not knowing why I'm so alarmed, until she brings her hand to her exposed scars. She sighs sadly, and says,

"The past is the past. How many times do I have to tell you. Let it go, please,"

Charlie's p.o.v.

"Let it go?! Are you kidding me?! You're own fucking mother did this! Or, or was it George as well! You expect me to let the love of my life get hurt, while she tells me to let it go, and not do something about it?! What if one day you decide I'm not good enough, because I can't protect you!" He yells and sobs some more.

"I know, Xander. Trust me, I do. But, none of this is your fault. You saved me from them. You stopped him from raping me. I'm happy being with you. I'm never gonna leave you." He seems hesitant, but i know how to convince him.

"One day, when we're ready. We are going to have children, together. And I know you would never let anyone hurt your own family, right?" I whisper. His eyes light up at hearing this, and he grins like the Cheshire Cat. He kisses my lips and lays us back down. He kisses my scars, and neck. He looks at me through hooded eyes clouded with love and lust.

"I can't wait to put a mini Xander in you," he whispers excitedly. I laugh.

"Or mini Charlie." I state. He laughs.

"Were here, baby." He says and I fiddle with my fingers nervously.

"Baby, I know how you feel, but you gotta stay by my side and wear something badass," he winks. We get to the hotel room and I change. I also did an amazing double dutch braid.