Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Chapter 119-Putting It Aside


Marcus held me, kissing the top of my head and giving me the comfort I so desperately needed in that moment. She was out to hurt me in every way she could. These riddles were not just opening old wounds, but also filling them with buckets of salt. Each one seemed to cause me more grief than the one before it.

“We have to go to Eden Woods Memorial Gardens,” I said quietly.

“What’s…” he didn’t need to finish that sentence when it dawned on him what I’d said. Marcus wrapped his arms tighter around me and I welcomed the embrace.

“I’m going to take you home and I’ll go.”

“No,” I said pulling away. I wiped the tears from my eyes. “I can do this.”

“Amari, you don’t have to.” He stepped closer to me and for the first time since I got home I felt the warmth and caring I used to get from him. “My attitude hasn’t helped and I’m sorry. I’m angry and hurt and when this is all over, there will be a lot we’re going to have to talk about. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but right now, you need me and my support and you have that. Fully.”

I looked up at him and gave him a weary smile. I had to focus on the right now because it may be all I’d have. I stretched up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. His arms tightened around me, his mouth took control. Our tongues danced, the kiss was desperate. 

I pressed my body against his hoping he could feel how much I needed him, how much I loved him. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head to the side as he broke from the kiss. His nose ran down the side of my neck, my hands clawed at his back, all senses heightened. The deep woodsy scent of his cologne tickled my nose. I wanted him in that moment more than I’d ever wanted anything in life. I felt his fangs scrape my neck, his other hand moved down to cup my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. My body prepared itself for what it hoped would come; the scent of my arousal was mingled in the air around us. Marcus let out a low groan before leaning up to look at me. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“We should go.”

I felt instantly cold and alone without his body pressed to mine. I put my hand on my tingling lips, recalling the passion we’d shared just moments before and nodded in agreement. The ride to the cemetery was quiet, but Marcus held my hand, softly stroking my knuckles with his thumb.

When we arrived, Marcus held my hand as we walked to the graves where the twins were laid to rest. The hydrangeas were in full bloom creating a beautiful back drop. A gentle breeze blew causing the tall sunflowers to sway. Light, floral scents were dispersed into the air. The cool air caressed my arms causing goosebumps to pop up on my skin. The sounds of birds chirping in the distance was the only thing that disrupted the silence. I pulled my hand free as we approached. There was a rose and a note sitting atop one of the tombstones. I placed a kiss on both, then handed Marcus the items before taking a seat in the plush, well manicured grass.

“It’s been too long since I visited last.” I said softly. “I should do better, but you’re always in mommy’s heart.” I brushed away stray leaves that were scattered around. Running my hand over the cold, smooth marble I traced the outline of the baby booties that were engraved on the name plates.

Marisol was an evil bitch. It’s not that I didn’t like coming here, I had on different occasions, but they should never have been used in this sick game of hers. She already had one of my children and now she’d trampled over their memory. I couldn't understand how someone so heartless could exist in this world. Whatever plan Mulo had in place I hope called for her slow and painful death.

I stood, wiping tears from my eyes. “What does it say?”

Marcus opened the note. “Lies and deceit did heartache bring, she is now the one that wears the ring.”

I felt myself frown. “Ring? What that makes no sense.”

Marcus clenched his jaw for a moment before speaking. “Did…Mulo ever give you one?” I shook my head. “Maybe he gave one to her then.”

An irrational ping of jealousy went through me that I quickly pushed away. “It’s possible, but…”

“But what?”

“I need to talk to George first. They use to date, that’s why this all started, so it’s possible maybe they were engaged.”

Marcus looked relieved that I wouldn’t have to see Mulo, at least not yet. Who knew how many more clues I’d have and where they’d lead me. My only prayer in all of this was that Marisol hadn’t done anything to Ceula. Mainly restoring her memories of her time with David. I didn’t want my baby to relive that.

When we got home, George was gone but he’d left a number with Aric. After having dinner and checking on the babies, I went to my room to call him. The sooner I got this over the better. He answered on the fourth ring.

“Did you ever give Marisol a ring?” He was silent on the other end. “George, did you hear me?”

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that, Amari. I am still your father.”

“You lost the right to be called father when you traded the lives of both me and my sister to keep your lie going.”

Marcus walked in and took a seat on the bed. He didn't say anything, his presence alone was enough to give me comfort.

“Will you ever forgive me for what I’ve done?” George sounded so different now. Gone was he anger and hostility he’d held onto even when faced with his actions. Now he sounded like a dejected old man looking for solace.
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Chapter 118-The Game Continues

Aric sat staring at CeCe’s phone. After getting the second message I knew I had to let them know what was going on. Talking to Trey was hard. He was angry and with good reason. Accusations were thrown and I let him get it all off his chest. Once he was done Marcus convinced him that his most important job was taking care of Ashley until we brought her mother home.

The triplets rotated shifts at his house helping him out with Ashley and making sure he didn’t try and run off to do anything rash. Bynni made attempts to contact Marisol, but to no avail. The stress level at the house was high. Finley was temporarily staying with Dunham and Embry. Marcus and I barely were able to function, let alone take care of the quads. Nina would came to help out at times as did Bynni. They both offered to take them, but they were still too little to be shuffled around like that. We all tried to figure out the riddle, but no one had any idea what the next message meant.

Wedding vows and lover’s spurned.
It was here where the truth was learned.

Marcus and I had been married three times, but no truths were learned at our other weddings. One of the babies started crying and I got up to go check, Aric followed.

He walked over and turned off the baby monitor. “Have you called him?”

Mulo had been the elephant in the room that no one wanted to mention. I just shook my head. I had so far resisted the urge to fall into old patterns by going to him for help. For Aric to suggest bringing his father in only made the seriousness of what we faced an even harder reality.

“I can’t. He can’t always be my crutch.”

“Mom, anyone that is in the room with you and Marcus can feel the tension. But this is Ceula’s life at stake.”

“You think I don’t know that?” I yelled making Gabby cry. I took a deep breath and tried to calm her back down. “That’s all I’ve thought about since getting that phone call.” I said in a softer voice. “Aric, if I call him…if he is needed…then…”

“Then your marriage is over,” he said finishing my statement.

I nodded in reply. “I feel torn like I’m having to make a choice between my husband and my daughter and I hate it.”

“If he loves you Mom, really loves you, Marcus wouldn’t make it a choice. He would just accept and understand what needs to be done and put his pride aside. I’m not a fan of my father, but even I know when he is useful.”

We finished getting the babies settled in silence. I knew everything Aric said was true, but I couldn’t fault Marcus for his feelings. I’d made a bad situation worse with my actions and for that I took full responsibility. I never wanted to hurt Marcus but I had in the most stupidest of ways. Once the babies were settled we headed back downstairs.

“What are you doing here?”

I stopped moving when I heard Marcus’ voice and he didn’t sound happy. Aric looked back at me, we both had the same thought. I held my breath waiting to hear a response. Since there wasn’t instant fighting, maybe it wasn’t him.

“She’s my daughter and I’m here to help.”

“George?” I said as I reached the landing. “I told you I never wanted to see you again.”

“I know…but we need to talk,” he replied walking into the house. He looked back at Marcus and added, “Alone.”

I looked past my father towards Marcus “No. Whatever you have to say can be said in front of everyone.”

I directed him towards the living room feeling confused. He started all of this, how could he possibly help, but at this point it was only fair to explore all my options.

“Well,” he said nervously rubbing his neck, “I would ask how you’ve been but something tells me you aren’t in the mood for pleasantries.”

“You’d be right about that,” I said taking a seat on the sofa. Marcus surprised me by taking a seat next to me on the arm of the chair.

“A few months ago…Mulo came to see me. He said he was working on a way to get Marisol out of your life.”

I thought about what he’d said to me on the island when I’d asked about Marisol. He only replied he was taking care of it. I had no idea whatever he was planning would have involved my father.

“And what is this grand plan of his?” Marcus asked. “Because if he had one, he should have enacted it before Ceula was put in danger.”

“Well some things take time and no one could predict that Marisol would do this,” George countered.

The tension in the room was thick. Everyone was on edge and it meant cloudy judgment if things got off track.

“I don’t care what the plan is right now, all I want is my baby back! But we can’t get her back because Marisol is playing fucking games and leaving riddles like a child!”


“Yeah,” Aric answered showing George the phone.

“I don’t know what truth she’s talking about. She’s crazy and makes no sense!”

George thought for a moment, repeating the verse in a low murmur to himself.

“The kid’s weddings. Aric and Bynni, she was there. It’s where…”

“Where she told me how you so freely traded my life for yours.”

Guilt and shame flashed across his face. “Amari, I know now that…”

“That what George? You were wrong? Save your apologies,” I said holding up my hand to stop his talking. I didn’t want to go down that road with him. He clamped his lips shut. “I have to go.”

“I’ll come with you.”
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Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Chapter 117-Talking In Riddles

“Where is she?”

“Sleeping right now.”

“Let her go Marisol…this isn’t about her!”

“Oh, you silly girl, but it is. I told you should you not complete your task she would be the one to do it. Now that you are unable to do as I need, she will step in for you!”

My entire body shook. I knew there was only a matter of time before Marisol reared her ugly head again. She had my baby, the one child that seemed to have the worst of it in life.

“What do you want?” Marcus asked grabbing the phone from me.

“What makes you think I want anything?”

“You wouldn’t have called otherwise. If you were going to force Cece into anything you would have done so without announcing your plans. You want something so what is it?”

There was silence on her end for a moment. “How’s the marriage?”

Marcus’ eyes met mine. “It’s fine,” he answered with a bit of edge in his voice.

“Really…you are a forgiving man then. I wonder if your wife would be as forgiving if the situation was reversed.”

“We’ll never know since she’ll never be in that situation.”

I hung my head in shame listening to him defend me. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to make things right with us, but I was determined to try should Marcus give me the chance.
For now I needed to push those thoughts aside and focus on getting Ceula returned safely.

“Marisol, where is my daughter?”

“Let’s play a game.”

“A game!? This is my child’s life you heartless bitch! I’m not playing any games!”

Her sinister laughter rang out over the speaker. “Temper, temper girl. If you want her back whole and not in pieces, we play!”

“What is this game?” Marcus asked.

“Ah good the sensible one. I have a riddle for you. Figure it out, you can get the next clue. Maids and men walking through sand. Don’t you remember where it all began? Twenty-four hours…tick tock, tick tock.”

She disconnected the call, leaving us both confused as to what she meant. I grabbed for the phone. She had my baby and I needed her back safe and unharmed.

“Who are you calling?” that same edge was in his voice.

“Trey,” I lied. “May…maybe she’s lying and Cece is safe at home.”

With shaking hands, I quickly dialed the number to her house. It rang and rang, but no answer. I hung up and tried his cell.


“Trey! Oh thank god have you heard from CeCe?”

“No, she is at some spa retreat for the weekend. Limited cell phone access. Why?”

Shit! Shit! Shit! I couldn’t tell him. Not right now. He had to look after Ashley I didn’t need him worrying.

“No…no reason. I just needed to talk to her.”

“Why didn’t you tell him?” Marcus asked after I’d hung up the phone. “He has a right to know his wife has been kidnapped!”

I looked at him, but didn’t respond. I thought back over Marisol’s riddle. What the hell did she mean? Mulo. I looked at Marcus and knew he was not an option. If I called him, my marriage was as good as over, but at the same time how could I put Marcus’ feelings over Ceula’s life?

“Amari!” Marcus yelled, getting my attention. “He needs to know.”

“What did she mean Marcus? I…I don’t know what she meant!”

My breathing became restricted, the phone fell from my hand. I started shaking, I couldn’t think. I don’t know what she meant.

“What did she mean? What did she mean?”
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Thursday, August 14, 2014

Happy Belated Birthday

So just like last year, I missed the anniversary of Kiss. It turned three on 7/20/14. Hard to believe that this story is still going after all this time and that is still holds your interests! Thank you for all the support over the last 3 years. I keep going because you guys keep enjoying it!!! We are headed towards the end and NO I don't know how it will end yet. It's all still up in the air at this point. I thought I knew, but like with most things my characters are taking over and changing shit! LOL No matter how it ends, I hope you all will enjoy it.

Thanks for the support! I hope you all will join me at my new story Retraction. I am working to get it kicked off soon.
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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Chapter 116-Crossroads

The house was tense. Finley picked up on it, and started spending a lot of time out with Zana. Marcus and I barely spoke, and when we did, it was about the kids. I’d tried to talk to him about us, but he would shut me down every time. Nothing I could say would make this better for him. I’d betrayed him in the worst possible way. I’d fought against my attraction to Mulo, and he showed a will power I didn’t know he possessed in keeping me from crossing that line. We got close, too close many times and no explanation was going to help Marcus deal with that. Each day that went by, I felt the wall between us grow. I thought being without him was lonely, but I realized I hadn’t truly experienced loneliness until now. To be so estranged that it seemed like I truly didn’t exist to him made me feel more isolated than I ever have.

“Marcus, how much longer will we go on like this?” I asked once we got the babies down for the night.

Most nights he ignored me when I spoke, at least tonight he stopped as if he were considering answering my question.

“I didn’t sleep with him Marcus. He wouldn’t let me go there because he knew how much I loved you and he knew what that would do to me to betray you that way,” I continued trying to capitalize on the moment.

Silence. I thought he was going to just walk away like normal, but he didn’t.

“You expect me to believe that you spent all that time with him and you didn’t once have sex with him? On top of that, he was the one to say no? Don’t insult me by lying Amari, it won’t help anything.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Finley close the door to her room. This was not a conversation to have in the hallway especially if things got heated. He stepped forward quickly, grabbing onto my arm and pulled me into our room. I moved away from him as he closed the door. The look on his face was the same one from the night I returned home and I knew that he was still just as angry now as he was then.

“I’m not lying to you Marcus. I won’t say we didn’t come close, because we did.” I backed up more when I saw Marcus’ jaw clench and his hands ball into fists at my admission. “As much as it pains me to say we did…but…we never…I swear we didn’t.”

“But you wanted to.”

“It was out of my control. You’ve been through it. I was struggling Marcus. I nearly killed 3 people, I couldn’t handle the plasma options, so there was only him. Feeding from him made things worse. It was out of my control.”

“You could have come home Amari! You had other options, yet you chose to stay there, with him so don’t talk to me about things being out of your control. It sounds like an excuse to me.”

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Monday, August 4, 2014

I've been thinking...

So after reading the comments on the last two chapters I wanted to do a small for fun poll. I know most of you are Team Marcus, but there are a few Team Mulo fans as well.

This story is coming to an end, and like with Fiendish I will give it a proper send off. The ending is not yet written, and again like Fiendish this story has morphed from what I had originally planned for an outcome when it was all said and done. Oh who am I kidding? This entire freaking story changed LOL.

Anyway, as I bring it to a close, I wondered what you guys hoped to see as an ending in regards to who Amari ends up with.

Feel free to express yourself in the comments below.

  • Team Marcus
  • Team Mulo
  • Undecided
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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Chapter 115-Homecoming

I put Gabriella back in her crib. She was the last one fighting sleep, but luckily she didn’t wake her siblings. I look around the newly decorated nursery courtesy of Bynni, CeCe, and Nina. They all got together to redo the place as a surprise to me and Amari. Amari. I felt my anger surge at the thought of her still with him. It had been nearly 2 months since he took her. To make matters worse I had no idea where she was. The only communication made had been through Aric.

I left the nursery and headed to the empty master bedroom. Two months I’ve slept in that bed alone, worried, wondering. She hasn’t called or even written. She’s with him and I know exactly why she hasn’t called to talk to me. The thoughts that haunt me at night again start racing through my mind. She’s with him…she’s been with him. The longer she stayed gone, the more I doubted she’ll ever return. That man has always wanted her, and now he has her. 

I remembered my change very well, the insatiable appetite…for all things. I tried to tell myself she was being held against her will, that he was holding her somewhere and keeping her from contacting her family, but that was becoming harder and harder to believe. Whatever they had together, it clouded her judgment and now she would be even more open to his influence. I needed out, I needed air; the thought of losing her to that bastard was suffocating me.

Amari POV

I was nervous as I stood looking out at the water. I hadn’t called to let anyone know I was coming. I was scared. Mulo brought me to the small beach not far from the house. I knew I couldn’t have him drive me home and this place was always good for a little escape. I could steady my nerves before heading home.

“Are you ready for this, Love?” he asked taking my hand.

I smiled and nodded. Taking a deep breath, I pulled away, preparing myself for what was to come. He’d protested me going home alone, but it was best he not be with me. Facing Marcus was going to be hard, but I needed to do it alone, it would hopefully be better that way.

With each step I took, my heart got heavier with the knowledge my marriage could end today. The door was locked, I had to ring the bell.

“Mom!” Finley cried as she threw her arms around me.

I hesitated a moment before hugging her back. I could hear the pulsing of her blood through her veins. The smell of it made my fangs lengthen involuntarily. I pressed my lips together tightly as I put my arms around her, hugging her in return tightly. I’d missed her.

“I didn’t know you were coming, Dad will be so happy to see you. Everyone will be…oh I have to make calls to let them know,” she said talking a mile a minute.

Being back home felt surreal. Finley pulled me upstairs continuing to chatter away.

“Dad, look!” she said when we got to the nursery.

Marcus held a small bundle in his arms. A lump caught in my throat as I saw one of the babies for the first time. My baby, our baby. I started to walk towards him, but stopped when he shot me a look.

“Did you know she was coming? Why didn’t you tell me I would have set up a welcome home party,” Finley continued, missing the tension that was filling the room.

“I didn’t know, your mother didn’t bother to contact anyone,” Marcus replied, keeping his eyes on me only briefly.

One of the other babies started to cry; I walked over and picked him up. My son. He was so small, but he was here, they all were.

“What is his name?” I asked turning towards where Finley was only to find her gone. Marcus finished his task of changing the baby’s diaper then started out of the room.

“Graham,” he said pausing in the doorway.

I was left alone holding my tiny baby. For the first time I looked around the room noticing it was different. I liked the new look. After getting Graham taken care of, I took a look at the other babies. I laughed seeing that we had three girls. Three girls and a boy…

“There’s four of them,” I said to the air. Mulo had told me about them, but seeing them now in person made it real.

“Yep, and man are they a handful. But you’ll be happy to know we’ve all pitched in to help Dad out since they came home,” Finley said, appearing out of nowhere. “Everyone will be here in about an hour; they were so excited to know you were home.”

I gave her a warm smile, it felt good to have someone excited to have me back. We went to her room to talk about everything I’d missed while gone. Things at school were going well. The principle had been reassigned and the guys that had attacked her and Zana were suspended. She said Marcus wanted to file assault charges, but she talked him out of it because she just wanted the whole thing to be behind her.

She also filled me in on the nursery redo, I couldn’t wait to see the girls to thank them for what they had done. I stayed in the room with Finley letting her talk and grill me on how I felt. We stayed there until I heard the doorbell ring.

I knew I’d have to face Marcus when I went down there and that thought terrified me. I tried to act like everything was okay. I smiled, I laughed, I hugged, and I noticed that my husband chose not to remain in the same room with me for long periods of time; in fact he spent most of his time upstairs in the nursery. I wasn’t the only one to notice, but no one said anything. Aric reminded me he was just a phone call away before he left. Cece convinced Finley to come home with her, so it was just me, Marcus and the babies.

I walked into the nursery as he was putting Gabby down. I picked up Gwen, changed her diaper and made sure she was fed while Marcus took care of Gracie. When he was done, he left the room while I tended to Graham. I stayed in the nursery for a while just watching them, and stalling. They were sleeping peacefully and I told them all how much I loved them and had missed them.

I entered the room expecting to find Marcus, only it was empty. I checked the boys’ old room, also empty. Did he leave? I heard faint grunts coming from downstairs, I followed the sound until I found him. He was in the gym, punching the bag with such force I was sure it was going to break.

His eyes glanced up and saw me, he swung again, the seam ripped, I turned to shield my eyes from the flying sand. A weight settled in my stomach. I knew this would be hard, I knew he would be angry, but I was unprepared for the level of hostility rolling off of him. Marcus moved past me without so much of a glance in my direction.

“Marcus, talk to me,” I pleaded.
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