Chapter 42
" I've just signed my own death warrant."
Rochelle Quinn's POV:
"So what're you gonna do?" Bodhi clarifies for the thousandth time as Reagan stood back silently in the shadows.
I huff, shaking my head. "I'm not doing it."
"Yes you are." Bo said forcefully, leaving no room for argument. "Now, what are you going to do?"
I roll my eyes, "I'm going to walk into the house, grab his face and kiss him."
"Yes you are." He nods in agreement. "Now, has he ever kissed you before?"
"We kissed on New Year's Eve, but he doesn't know I remember." I explain, messing about with my hands.
"You're gonna kiss him as if you've never kissed anyone before. As if you're living in a fantasy land where you're the Princess and he's the Prince. Kiss him, and mean it."
I blushed for the first time ever, hiding my face from the boys.
"She doesn't have to kiss him if she doesn't want to." Reagan muttered under his breath.
"Bro," Bodhi deadpans, glaring at his brother. "Shut up."
I chuckled, shaking my head at the severity in his tone.
Bodhi moved closer to me, holding my chin upwards so I was looking into his eyes. His other hand embraced my cheek softly.
"Fall for him, Rock, but never chase him, never." He spoke quietly, as though someone could hear us. He kissed my forehead softly, he mumbled against my head. "Fight for him, little boxer. It's worth it."
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I paced in front of the front door, taking a deep breath.
Fuck my life.
I hate feelings.
He kissed me. So he must like me right?
What if he's just playing me? What if he just wants someone to help him, and not actually want me?
But seeing him like I did this morning...So vulnerable. All I want to do is help him. I just want a normal life, and a normal boyfriend and a normal family.
Is that too much to ask?
Fuck this.
I walk into the house, taking another deep breath.
Walking into the dining area, I spotted him instantly.
"Rocky, I..."
"Shut up, Kenz." I moved across the room before he had a chance to reply, grabbing his face gently and moving my lips towards his.
I guess I had expected butterflies, just like in them soppy romance books where the girl kisses the boy instead of vice versa.
I felt like what could've been fireworks had erupted in my stomach, burning my insides with something I could only describe as lust.
I pushed him backwards slightly, pulling him onto one of the table chairs. I sat on his lap, without breaking the kiss.
A part of me wanted him in the most catastrophic way. Wanting him like the ocean craved the comfort of the shore. I wanted him to touch me, to wrap me in his arms and never let go. I wanted him to provide me with the safety that I had feared so brutally for my entire life.
I wanted to trust him; I wanted to trust the fact he wouldn't hurt me.
So we kissed.
I tangled my fingers in his messy hair, pulling his head back gently so I could reach his throat.
I started at the top of his lips, kissing them as though they would break within any second. I moved my lips along his jawline and made my way to his neck.
"Rocky...," He breathed out shakily, the vein in his neck pulsating even faster now. My whole body felt warm as I moved my lips over his skin, reaching the bottom of his throat, and resting my lips there. "You... Fuck." He shifted on the seat. "That feels good." Suddenly, he brought his arm around me, wincing from pain, but that didn't stop him from holding me close to him.
I lay with my head against his throat for a while, leaving him a few seconds to catch his breath.
Moving my head up so I could look at him, I took in the sight of his swollen lips and the blunt passion in his irises.
"I've wanted to do that for a while." I panted slightly, smiling contently as he held the back of my head to his neck.
"This is so dangerous." I muttered against him, listening to his heart beat rapidly against his chest. "No one can find out about this; They'll send me away and I can't lose another family."
He kissed the top of my head and stroked my hair, "I won't let them send you away. I've got you, Rock."
My breathing hitched as he said them words, my throat closed up.
'You've got this Kenz.'
Why can't I say it back?
A knock on the front door cut off my thoughts. I climbed off his lap and Kenzie released me with a loud sign, walking towards the loud noise.
My hands moved up as he opened the door, straightening my hair out.
Why the fuck did I just kiss him?
I've just signed my own death warrant.
"It's for you, Rae."
I strolled into the hallway curiously, did Bodhi or Reagan forget something?
My eyes caught the badge before the face, but then I had to look up into the eyes of the man who arrested me just 3 years prior.
I froze- Dawson.
Fuck.
"Miss Quinn, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to come to the station with me." He dark voice hissed out, a smirk aligning his face.
I want to break his neck.
"Why?" I questioned him instantly, clenching my teeth in a bid to stop me from saying something that would put me back inside. "I haven't done anything; I'm on probation."
"Will I have to arrest you again, Rochelle?" He threatened. His lips moved upwards sinisterly as Kenzie's hand met the small of my back in a bid to sooth me. "I'm sure we both don't want a repeat of what happened last time."
Oh right, last time.
Deputy Dawson had tried to retrain me in what a psychiatrist called 'a psychotic episode'. As expected, it ended up with a broken nose for him, a broken hand for me and a hole in my stomach.
And then he sent me a present while I was in Juvie, a little 'Fuck you' wrapped up with a punch.
I was 15.
My fists clenched and unclenched as I looked at the man from my past. I could see the torment dancing in his eyes like heavenly fire.
I sent him a harsh glare, witnessing his fingers move back to the gun hidden in his pants. My lip curled as I stared at him. "If you shoot me again, Dickson, you better pray I'm dead."
I turned to Kenzie, refusing to meet his eyes, and muttered, "I'll be back soon."
I grabbed the hoodie sprawled across his shoulders, pausing for a moment. "Don't tell your parents, I'll sort it."
I threw it over my body, craving comfort in the warm, familiar heat.
Dawson gripped my arm harshly, yet I fought his hold to turn back to Kenzie.
"Call Alec."
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What do you think will happen to Rocky?
Thank you all for reading!
After the last chapter, a few readers messaged me asking what Bodhi and Reagan look like and how I imagine them.
At the moment, I see Michael Clifford and Steven Chevrin. What about you guys? Who do you think Bodhi and Reagan should be?
Who do you imagine as Zach, Jesse's brother?
All my love,
Laska xx