Chapter 64

***Kenya.***

Staring at him, memories flooded back. Memories I have battled to recall.

That wasn't a dream. That was what happened that night I was injured. Everything flooded back. My hurt, my dance. Levi and how remarkable he has been. The debut, Mum. Amanda, our childhood. Alan. My marriage. Our first night together.

"He wanted to rape me, Levi. Someone touched me that night, and it was painfully rough. It wasn't like yours..." I cried, softly.

A knowing look crossed his face, as he watched me, compassionately.

"Yes. I remember everything. The way I ran. I thought I was going to die. They were so powerful" My voice broke and I fell into his arms. Not minding how much I have hated him, these past few days. He didn't push me away, as I expected. Rather, Levi held me affectionately, tightly.

Silently holding me.

I cried. All the pain. If Levi hadn't come in that night, Hank would have brutally raped me and maybe killed me. Levi saved me that night. Unconventional method, but he did.

"Thank youThank you for saving me that night." I twisted my face, finding his lips. My tear soaked lips, kissing him. I needed his warmth. His familiar touch, to bring me back.

My lips moved, enticing, until his parted. When he kissed me, I moaned, deeply. Inching closer, until my nipples pressed him. I wanted his touch to bring me back from that horror. I think he felt it too, as he pulled me into him, his fingers on the nape of my neck, pulling me in, tenderly. He kissed me with life. His other fingers, trailing my nipples through my top. I moaned. I needed him here and now.

Then he stilled, his body rigid, as he pulled back from me. He pushed me away from him, gently. A safe distance. His eyes held hurt, regret. A lot of emotions I didn't wish to see. I only wanted his familiar gaze of desire on me. That heated look that sent me to spirals.

"I'd just go and call the doctor. He needs to know you're awake. And that you remember that night." He shifted to his feet. I watched him walk to the door.

"Levi" I called. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to stay and just chase every hurt away. To talk about everything. About last night. This morning. He turned to face me, grimly.

"IAbout this morning. It'sLast night"

"Your Trojan Horse, you mean." He coldly intoned. His eyes narrowed. I flinched at those words, a cold reminder of his accusation in the morning. His glare, venomous.

"I didn't do itI" I had no explanation. Guilt ate me, now I saw the monster that Levi had saved me from the night.

"Save it. You did what you had to do. In this game, you never feel remorse. You go for the kill. That's the number one rule about being coldhearted." He remarked, coldly.

I frowned. I wasn't cold hearted. I only did what I needed to, so he could feel as miserable as I did. I agree that I succumbed to low depths, using his desire for me. Pleasured him and delivered a blow, but that didn't make me cold hearted. And neither was he. He just did things out of necessity. Like taking out Hank, Marlon, Chase. Whatever he had to do to get his family honor back.

I saw him in a new light.

"Am sorry" I apologized, weakly. Tears rounded my eyes. My heart, sick.

For a moment, I saw the old Levi, who used to see me as this fragile girl. Then it was instantly replaced by something. Distrust. His lips grim, he turned to leave again.

"Then why did you kiss me just now?" I asked, helplessly. I couldn't bear it. Didn't want to believe the look in his eyes. I couldn't survive it. "Why did you stay beside me now, watching me. You could have just left, after you saw me. You didn't have to stay," I said.

His back was to me, a hand on the door knob. I saw his shoulders square, the V of his waist, admirable even from my view.

"I was duty bound." Silently, he exited the room. His words, piercing like a knife.

***Levi.***

***Wednesday, two Days Later***

Rain poured heavily this evening, as I stood in the middle of the room, waiting. I liked waiting. It always gave me advantage. I hated been taken by surprise. That was why I still sulked over Kenya's mutinous actions, two days back.

The door opened and I heard feet shuffling inside, dragging someone in. I smirked inwardly in satisfaction. The door shut and there was a little commotion, before everything went quiet and dark again. A fire in the grate, the only source of light, warmed the room. My mood dark.

We were in my private cabin, isolated from everyone. I loved to work here, whenever I needed discretion. Things done without a trace.

I turned to face the scene, my face hidden in the shadows. A figure gagged, sat in front of me. I gave a look and one of my men removed the gag.

"PleasePlease don't hurt me. Who are you? If it's money you want, I don't have much, but I will give you details to my funds." Katie Williams stuttered, her hands bound behind her back as she sat in the chair. Her voice quivered.

"Miss Williams. We finally meet." I called, quietly. My eyes assessing the slender woman.

Her hair, perhaps once stylish, looked disheveled. She strained to see me in the darkness and I inched forward to give her a better view.

When our eyes met, she froze.

"The look on your face speaks volume." I dragged a chair, smiling sinisterly as her eyes took in my four men in the room. They were all cladded in black. Their expressions, stoic.

"It isn't them you should be worried about, Miss Williams."