“Oh dear not again.” I muttered when I followed his arms down to see thick chains hanging with broken links from his wrists.
“Pipper, you didn’t.” I said making her shrug her shoulders before winking at me and turning to her frantic looking husband.
“My bad hubby pot pie.”
“Excuse me my Lord, my wife forgot her kiss this morning.” Adam said straightening up and stormed into the room like he only had one purpose in life. He then reached that purpose and bent her bodily over his shoulder, taking her right off the bed with one turn.
“One of these days, Winnie you will be the death of me.” Adam said with a naughty Imp hanging over his shoulder.
“Well technically dear I already killed you once.” She replied sweetly receiving a swift smack to her ass that made a cracking sound. After wincing she then lifted half her body up and gave us all the gnarly sign with both her hands as she was carried from the room.
“Well Brother it looks like you have your wish after all because our little Imp will be getting punished for a few hours at least.” Draven grinned at his sister and then nodded his head. She laughed and blew him a kiss before leaving us alone once more.
“Poor Adam, Well at least that was lucky he broke free.” I said making Draven laugh.
“Who do you think helped free him?” I pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him.
“You did?”
“I did.”
“Well other than the obvious reasons at him being held captive by walking, talking, breathing trouble, why?”
“The most obvious is for what I have held in my arms right now and it is not something I am ready to give up.” I blushed at Draven’s answer and even more so with the look he gave me.
“Keira there is something we need to talk about…something I have been trying to say and something you need to know about my hea…” At this moment he got cut off by Vincent bursting into the room and Draven closed his eyes in frustration.
“Dom, you need to come now!” On hearing the panic in his brother’s voice Draven sat up still holding me to his chest, as though I was his main point of concern.
“What is it?” He asked and suddenly I was transported back in time to a night of both horror and salvation.
“It's Takeshi, he…well he has had another vision and Dom…” Vincent said only this time the difference was that Draven was the one to finish it…
“He is again near death from it.”
Chapter 29
Say That Again.
“I must say I am loving the hair.” I said at the sight of Pip sat cross legged in a Buddha pose on the couch. Her hair was braided tight on either side of her skull in multiple rows, creating a green and blue tipped Mohawk. It was mesmerizing the way it swayed with every move she made and even more so because she had corkscrew curls stuck up in every direction. This was so Pip, to choose to have a mad riot of curls instead of straight hair you would normally find on a Mohawk.
Of course just looking at her dungaree shorts in the material of a patchwork quilt, with a Miss Piggy faded T-shirt underneath was enough to put a smile on anyone’s face. This included Sophia also, as when she had walked in the room with that ‘I just got me some’ swagger, Sophia with her perfect timing had Maroon 5’s ‘Moves like Jagger’ bursting from the hidden speakers in the room. And Pip being Pip started doing a moon walk backwards whilst punching at the air in front of her in some cute ‘Hell yeah’ dance.
“Why thank you Tootie whoopie pie.” She replied to my compliment making me laugh.
“Whoopie pie?”
“She’s going through her baking phase again.” Sophia answered shaking her head as if she remembered the first time she went through this phase.
“Hey, let’s just say it wasn’t Sweeney Todd’s lovely Mrs. Lovett who first came up with the recipe for ‘meat pies’.” Pip said with a huff at the end. I swallowed hard and gave her a disbelieving look…one I was really hoping wasn’t going to be followed by shocking disgust.
“What! Don’t look at me like that Toots, they were already dead and people needed to eat back then, shit girl do know how expensive a cow was back then...? We didn’t all have some magic beans like the stupid Jack to trade with…poor Betsy.” I shot Sophia the crazy look instead of aiming at the ranting Pip and mouthed the word,
“Betsy?”
“Her favourite cow.” Sophia whispered back to me and then shook her head telling me to drop the ‘Betsy topic’.
“So, tonight, what am I to expect?” I asked trying to change the subject to one I thought was safer than random farm animals. However, I didn’t miss the look exchanged between Sophia and Pip making me frown.