“It’s great that you get to work with your family” I say, thinking its’ good that he doesn’t work at the strip club. I don’t know how I would feel about dating a guy in that line of work. Not that we’re dating, I remind myself. “Your family seems really nice. Well, your grandma and brothers, do anyway.”
“We’re all close. It’s not always easy working together but at the end of the day, we know that we’re family. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No. My mom had bigger dreams than having a family,” I say as we pull up in front of my house.
The house is completely dark. The only light around is coming from the headlights of Asher’s jeep. “What the hell?” I mumble, starting to feel nervous about going inside. Not because Asher is with me and we’re alone and I don’t know him no, this is more the feeling, you have when you wake from a bad dream and the fright stays stuck to you for a while after you wake up.
“Why didn’t Mike leave a light on for you?” Asher asks, looking over at me.
“Uh…I don’t know. I’m always home way before he leaves. Maybe he just forgot,” I say, starting to get out of the jeep. I stop when he opens the glove box and pulls out a gun. “What are you doing?” I ask in shock.
“Safety.” That’s all he says before he opens his door. I follow his lead and open mine. Before I even make it to the front of his jeep, he’s next to me, grabbing my hand. The warmth from his touch is soothing, and I swear I can feel him rubbing his thumb back and forth against my skin.
We start to walk up the porch when he stops. “Is there another way to get in the house?” he asks, turning towards me.
“My apartment is in the basement and has its own entrance,” I tell him, looking around.
“Stay close,” he says softly. I hold on to the back of his shirt, walking so close that I don’t think you can slip a piece of paper between us. I can hardly see in the darkness. The only source of light is coming from the moon, which cutting through the clouds. Walking around the side of the house, my heart starts pounding. It feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest. My breathing starts to pick up when I think about what happened the last time I went home after dark.
The night that I was attacked, I had been walking to my apartment from the subway. I passed the alley next to my building and a guy grabbed me from behind, covered my mouth then dragged me down into the shadows next to a dumpster. That’s where he proceeded to beat me. I fought as much as I could and was feeling dizzy by the time he stood over me, grabbing my head. I knew he was going to bash my head into the concrete so I closed my eyes and started to pray. Then, he was gone and I could vaguely see Beast attacking him.
Asher must notice me shaking because he stops and pulls me into his big, warm body. His arms go around me and I feel his lips touch my hair. He smells like spicy, warm man and it makes me want to crawl into his skin. He pulls my face out of his chest and brings his face towards mine.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispers, putting his forehead to mine. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I want you to breathe deeply for me, okay?” I am so caught up in how close he is that I can’t think about anything but leaning in and touching my mouth to his. I shake my head to clear it and take a deep breath. I wonder if he can read my mind because even in the darkness, I can see the white of his smile.
“You ready?” he asks. I feel his breath against my lips, so I pull my face away and nod, not trusting myself to speak. My apartment door is down a short set of stairs. Asher’s in front of me and he opens the door. “Stay here until I come and get you,” he says, entering my dark apartment.
“Okay,” I say as my hands start to shake. After a few minutes, Beast comes running out. I bend down to pet him but his fur feels wet. What the heck? Holding my hands close to my face, they look really dark. Then the light comes on and I scream. My hands are covered in blood. “Oh my God! What happened?” I say, running my hands over Beast’s body. He’s also covered in red but I can’t feel any kind of cut or hole on him. I’m shaking so badly that I have to sit on the ground. Beast immediately crawls into my lap.
“Fuck,” Asher clips, coming outside. He pushes Beast off me and pulls me into his arms. “Baby, it’s okay. Calm down.”
“I tho…I…I thought Beast was hurt but I can’t find anything wrong with him. Why is he covered in blood?” I sob while he rubs my back and pulls me tighter into him.
“Beast is fine but we need to call the police. Someone broke into the house and used something red to write on the walls. Somehow, Beast got it on him before they locked him upstairs.” Before he can finish what he’s saying, I run into my apartment. The living room is trashed. On the wall, in red letters that look like blood, is a message.