When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

JAX

Raven silk is draped over my arm, strung across the pillow that I never thought would see another head. Those sweet hums she does during her sleep… I finally got to feel them.

She’s been molded around me since she fell asleep last night. I couldn’t help myself and ended up eating her freshly fucked pussy in the shower, then we chowed down on some pizza, brushed our teeth, and she knocked out on me.

I don’t want to get up. But Sirohi’s beady eyes are peering at me from the end of the bed, begging for breakfast.

I kiss the top of her head, and carefully slide out from under her. I feel bad leaving her in bed alone. And she’s making it so tempting to crawl back in.

I look her over and tip my head to the door. Sirohi quietly jumps down, nub tail wagging as he follows my side out of the room.

All my life, I have never felt so level-headed. Releasing inside of her closed twenty doors of darkness and opened one giant door of serenity. I feel whole again, like our broken pieces were repaired and bonded together with gold.

Kintsugi .

It’s not just sex with her that makes me feel alive and complete. Her existence, her being around me andchoosingme does.

The reason my heart beats—is currently sleeping butt ass naked in my bed. And that shit puts a smile on my face while taking the stairs.

Getting down to the kitchen, I whip up Sirohi’s bowl of raw meat, fruits, and vegetables, and give him his vitamins. I’m in the habit of propping my laptop up on the counter to watch Tala while I make breakfast.

But she’s here.

I still really want to watch her though.

How could I not?

I always have my phone on me. Except for last night. I managed to leave it on the counter, and it’s been sitting there, getting blown up by Leon and Maverick since we got in the hot tub.

I grab it, and read through the influx of messages, huffing as I call Leon back. Switching the call to speakerphone, I throw the droning tone onto the counter and open the pantry. “You think she likes French toast?” I ask Sirohi, glancing at the quail egg he’s chomping on.

The dial tone cuts off. “Man, I thought you died,” Leon scoffs. “I hacked into the hospital’s servers to see if you were admitted, man.”

My brows furrow. “No. Get to the point.”

He’s silent for a beat, the only sound being the happy barks in the background. “Damn, man. You got laid and you’re still hurting my feelings? Cruel. Just cruel.” As if he can sense my finger itching to end the call, he laughs it off. “I’m justplayin’ with you. I called last night to let you know that you’ve been invited to drinks with the mayor. It was sent to your email.”

“When?” I ask tonelessly, cracking an egg into a bowl.

“October twenty-sixth, third floor at seven p.m. sharp.”

“So, at the gala?”

“Si,jefe. I’ll be in the sky to watch Mija.”

That won’t cut it. I need bodies around her.

I hang up, smoke a cigarette while Sirohi pisses on a tree, and finish making Tala breakfast. We’re going to that storage unit today, but I have something I need to take care of first.

I don’t like that Martin thought it was okay to sit down by Tala and question her.

Carrying a plate stacked with French toast and strawberries, I grab her glass of water off the counter and head towards the stairs. Sirohi climbs up them next to me and prances down the hallway, striding into the bedroom and instantly setting his eyes on her.

My girl’s still passed out where I left her. It’s an unbelievable sight to see her creamy skin and raven silk in my bed. It’s even better the closer I get, the more I see her dark lashes fanning over her cheeks and the way her pouty lips are slightly parted.

I set the glass down on the floor and leave the plate on the other side of the bed, then walk into my closet and quickly get dressed. I might even be able to kill the fucker and get back before she wakes up. But leaving her here without saying anything doesn’t sit right with me.

I just don’t know how she handles being woken up.

I crouch down in front of her, gently tucking her hair behind her ear. “Baby,” I say quietly, watching her heavy lids barely open. “I’ll be right back. Sirohi will be here with you. Your breakfast is behind you.”

She frowns lazily, hitting me right in the heart with it. “Where are you going?” she askssmokily.

Fuck, her early voice is something special.

“To make sure Martin doesn’t bother you anymore.”

She lifts her head up, raven silk falling around her face. Say nothing, she closes her eyes and puckers her lips out.

You have no idea how incredible you are, little wolf.

I lean over the bed, capturing her lips with mine and riding the high of novocaine she shoots through my veins. I can’t linger, otherwise I’ll rip my clothes off and get back into bed with her

The fishy smell around the cargo port is nauseating. It’s Sunday, so no one’s around to witness this guy become shark shit. The only reason he’s here is because he’s the logistics manager, scheduling the vessels arriving and departing this upcoming week.

Such a shame his hard work will fall into the hands of whoever is next in line for his job.

I don’t really give a shit. He poked a bear.

And bears attack.

I’ve already spliced the feeds. It’ll look like he went to take a piss and just—vanished.

Stalking through a row of containers, I keep him in my sight as he comes to a halt, jotting something down on his clipboard.

Not looking away from the paper, he hollers, “Port’s closed!”

“That’s fine. I’ll make it quick,” I clip.

He freezes, then laggardly turns his head to face me. Panic is running under his skin, his murky blue eyes rounding as I close the distance.

Hetriesto put on a stoic mask, lowering his clipboard with a bob in his throat. “So, it really was you guys.”

I stop next to him, flashing a smile. “Good job. If only you used those detective skills of yours to crack down on your abusive brother.”

He clicks his tongue. “I wasn’t going to question my little brother’s sex life. And from the videos he’d show me, she liked it rough. Too bad I never-”

I don’t let him finish, the white-hot rage sends my hand flying out and constricting his throat. He grunts, and wraps his hands around my wrist, attempting to break my ruthless grip.

Black begins threatening the periphery of my vision, and I shove my fingers into his gasping mouth, curling them around his bottom teeth and yanking his jaw down.

I barely hear the snap followed by his screams over the ringing in my ears. My twitching lip is rippling the swarmed vision in my right eye, almost negating me of the sight of my own hand ripping his dislocated jaw farther down.

His eyes blow out to saucers, and his tongue rattles around with the guttural screams of distress destroying his lungs.

The rage is consuming me. Unlike it ever has. I jerk my arm down with barbaric force, watching his skin rip jaggedly and hearing the sharp searing noise that silences his cries.

Shock turns his light off. But I still hold his jaw up to the gory sight of tattered flesh and exposed muscles and bone before me. “Since you wanted to yap your fuckin’ trap, I stole that shit. And from the smell of it, you have halitosis, dude. That’s disgusting.”

I take a good look at his dripping jaw dangling from my hand, then rear my arm back and chuck it into the ocean.

Never done that before. Jesus.

The veins in my arms are swelling from the rush of blood, my heart beating rapidly against my heaving chest.

Fuck this guy for disrespecting Tala.

While dragging him to the edge of the port, his light switch flicks back on and he begins frantically crying and kicking at the ground.

It sounds ridiculous. And honestly, it’s pissing me off even more.

I toss him to the ground and crouch down next to him, twisting my hand into his shirt and driving his head off the edge of the port.

The water silences his garbled cries, his hands swatting around, legs twitching. And I watch him drown.

Then, push him off for the sharks.

I’m sure they’re hungry.