Chapter 65 Sixty Five
AMELIA XAVIER
I waited for Owen to get home, so I could smack his head, and scold him till he gave in and listened to me for once. He acted too fast and made a dangerous move by going to pay that man a visit.
I wanted him dead then, and I still did, but Ash Winters was a dangerous person, and being irrational would put us in serious danger.
I heard the door click shut and I knew it was no other person than Owen. The sound of his footsteps easily told him off, and unlike the usual rhythm of his breathing, this had a different tempo to it — uneven and rasp.
I waited for him to come to me and he came, his large build covered me as though he protected me from a bomb that had only seconds until it blew the whole place.
I felt safe… until he spoke.
“Pumpkin, I think you need to leave Paris,” he said, the tone of his voice, sad and some other thing I couldn't place.
Why did he want me to leave, or had he figured how dangerous Ash Winters was, and felt scared on my behalf?
I would've said it was nice that he thought about me, but then I thought twice. What about him? What about my mission… what about us?
We shared a lot in common, and suddenly he wanted me to leave him behind!
“No,” I said with finality, but he didn't seem to agree with me on that.
“Paris is dangerous, and war is coming, I don't want you to get stuck in the middle of it all-” he paused, letting his hands drop to his side, then touched my shoulders, rubbing his smooth palm over them. It tickled,but this wasn't the right time to laugh — but I did anyway, but it came out dry and a little sarcastic.
“Ash is danger, you heard what he did to the museum, and he has followers now. I don't rule Paris… I'm just a…”
“An orphan who got picked up by a fucked up white mafia family, and who will never be worthy of anything in his entire life,” I completed, irritation laced in my every word.
Owen looked shocked for a second, then but a hand to his chest as if in pain. “That hurts.”
“Isn't it what you wanted to say? And you know Owen, I don't care if you're an orphan and Mr Winters doesn't. If anyone doesn't back you, he will and I, Amelia Xavier will!” I encouraged hoping I made an impact, but I guessed it did little to move him.
I suck at motivation
“Baby, what I'm trying to say is you need to leave Paris. Ash threatened to kill you, and I'm just looking out for you,” he muttered into my ears, and I shrugged him off, standing to my feet with my hands supporting my waist in both sides.
“What's your type of women. What do you like in a woman?” I asked and he rolled his eyes.
“Not now, pumpkin,” he answered in French and I retorted. “I'm asking.”
He realized he had no choice in the matter and he wouldn't win if he started an argument, so he replied with the worst humour man had ever heard.
“I want her daring, although she's pregnant and a little bit helpless. I also need me a fucking fighter, and she's also stubborn in bed. Stubborn ones scream louder.” I stared at him for what seemed like a minute, before I spoke.
“And that's me or at least I'm expected to be. The point is, I'm sticking with you, and like in game of thrones what is dead may never die. I'm not going anywhere, I'm staying right here-” I pointed my index fingers downwards to express what I was saying. “With you, but you clearly don't see it, because you're best at leaving people that care about you without their permission,” I made a snide remark and rolled my eyes, slumping on the bed.
Owen lay beside me, and we made no body contact nor did we speak. The silence spoke it all, and leaving things unsaid wasn't really best thing for both of us. But before I could speak, he started.
“Father thinks you should, I agree with him for once, Amy, here's no safe space for a pregnant woman… my woman. I'll be fine knowing you're the safest, and please oui à ça, in the name of God!” He sounded exhausted, but I wasn't going to give him what he wanted.
Owen no matter what still remained the way he was, the difference between his not- thinking- before acting behaviour eleven years and this time around seemed thin.
“No. I'm staying with you. I'm braver than you think and I'm definitely not stupid. You need someone by yourself who'd stop you from doing irrational things,” I stood my ground which worked because he threw his arm up in resignation.
“Fine! But make sure you carry a gun. Always,” he said, his statement making me scoff.
What kind of ridiculous talk was that?
I raised my gown, so he saw the fully loaded pistol tucked in my leg belt, and a pen knife beside it.
Owen chuckled in amusement, and pulled me towards him. He kissed my lips and I gave in. He could do irrational things with my body and I wouldn't mind. I wanted him, even though danger lurked at the door of our home waiting for anyone to open them.
“I don't want you getting hurt,” I muttered as he kissed the bridge of my nose. It tickled, and this time my laugh sounded real.
“I'm Owen Winters, dummy. It's you I'm worried about,” he replied, his hands moving to my breast.
“I'm Amelia Xavier, daughter of Dylan Xavier, one who doesn't fear a Xavier, doesn't fear anything at all.” I laughed, partly because he finally grabbed my breast and partly because my words sounded as though I were bragging.
Owen laughed, his frosty eyes sparkled with a better emotion. I loved this man, but… fuck it.