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Fate

Date: 9/11/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

one. “What happened to your hand?” he asked, lighting the cigarette for her. She dragged on it a little awkwardly and then blew out a perfect smoke ring. Harry stared. “Hey! I’ve been smoking for years and I never got one so good!” She smiled at him, a little bemused and a little flattered. “Oh. Thanks.” She did it again. “So? Your hand?” “Oh,” She looked down at it, as if noticing the scar for the first time in a long while. “Liquor raid. Johnny has a speakeasy downtown. He set up the bar so if the cops were coming, you could pull a lever, tip the shelves and all the bottles went down a chute into the sewers. About a year back, there was a raid. Everything worked fine but Johnny was grabbing the bottles that weren’t on the shelves to throw them down and he smashed one across my hand.” “Accident?” She pulled a face. “Maybe. Or maybe he blamed me for the raid.” “Why would he do that?” “Probably thought I tipped off the cops so I wouldn’t have to make drinks for his bastard customers.” “Why’d you hate him so much?” She looked at him, surprised. “Who said I hated him?” “Your face. The way you talk about him.” She shrugged her small shoulders. “We’ve grown apart. He’s only ever satisfied if I do what he wants without question.” Her eyes wandered around the room and she sighed. “But I don’t hate him. I couldn’t hate him. When we were kids, he always took care of me. I can’t forget that.” She looked wistful for a second and then she blinked. “He’s changed, but I still see that ... side of him. And I love him. Sometimes I don’t know it, but he’s my brother. I do love him.” She suddenly remembered her cigarette and raised it to her mouth. Harry watched her unwaveringly. Her fingers were trembling. “Scared?” he asked. She shook her head. “Just cold.” He wrapped his hand around hers and blew warm air onto her fingers. “You wanna get warm?” She didn’t need to ask what he meant. He took her cigarette off her and kissed her again, slower this time, waiting for her to push back. She didn’t disappoint and before long he felt a violent, unstoppable surge course through his body and center in the pit of his stomach. They fell through his bedroom door and helped each other undress, clothes landing on the floor. Isabella was moving fast, almost as if she was afraid she’d back out if she had time to think. He pushed her down onto his bed and his hands hurriedly explored the slim curves of her body. She shivered at his cold touch but didn’t try to stop him. Her skin was soft and smooth and she smelt like heaven. Her hair had fallen free of its fastenings and she reached up to unclip it fully. She took off her small silver earrings and put them on the bedside table, next to his Colt. Harry’s body pressed down against hers and for a second she looked lost. “You ever been with a man, angel?” he asked. She shifted uncomfortably. “Once. It wasn’t like – this. A late customer. He always scared me. I told Johnny but he only got rid of him after – after it happened.” Harry ...