~YULIA
Blood, burnt flesh and death was all I could see after the whole carnage settled.
I saw a part of Issa that he did not show anyone, not even his pack. I saw the Issa that was full of regret and denial. I saw him look around in disbelief, I saw him almost throw up as he spat blood and flesh out of his mouth in disgust.
There was blood in his hair, flesh hanging from his body and his clothes were badly burnt. The only piece of clothes that was still intact on his body was his trousers.
He sighed and reached for his phone in his pocket with a blood-stained hand.
“Who are you going to call?” I asked curiously.
“The clean-up crew,” He answered in a monotone. He refused to look at me while he made the call.
“Clean up at the downtown bar,” He said curtly. “Bring new clothes.”
I had seen the clean up crew once at Lana’s place when someone had broken into her place and almost killed her. He looked at his phone which was now coated in blood before he returned it to his pocket.
He looked anywhere else but at me. I moved close to him but he stepped back. “I am covered in blood,” He said.
“Why will you not look at me?” I demanded.
He closed his eyes and sighed. His shoulder slumped in dejection.
“I feel ashamed that you saw me this way,” He replied in a solemn tone.
I felt so sad for him, so sad that he had to feel this way anytime his dark side came out to cause so much destruction.
“Issa Frostwood,” I called him by his full name as we stood in the midst of torn up, burnt dead bodies. I moved closer to him and looked deep into his eyes. “You never have to feel ashamed with me. I accept your body, mind, soul and monster.” I said those words with so much conviction that it echoed deep in my heart and I knew that it was true. “You never have to hide from me again.”
He raised his head and looked at me. I could see the relief in his eyes. “Promise me you will never hide from me again, never shut me out like that again.”
“I promise.”
“Are we interrupting?” Miles asked as he peered in through the destroyed entrance.
“Nope, we are done, the floor is yours,” I said light heartedly.
“Damn,” Miles said as he looked at the dismembered bodies. “What did they do to piss you off?”
“They killed Marianna,” Issa replied. Miles looked at the two of us, his eyes wide with shock. “Are you certain it’s them?”
Issa nodded.
“You should have called me,” Miles complained.
“Don’t worry, there are still more people on my list to kill,” Issa replied.
“It’s a date,” He replied with a smile. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He nodded on the way out.
I followed the men outside.
“Um, this is the part where we strip him down so we can hose him off,” Miles said. “Unless you want to see him naked and all.”
I shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
There was a red fire hydrant just beside the bar. A hose was affixed to it and Issa was hosed down till all the blood and flesh was washed off his body. There was a big black SUV parked where they were. I was salivating as I watched Issa scrub his body clean.
“Catch,” Miles said and tossed him a bar of soap. Issa caught it and began to rub his body rigorously with it. Miles was the one holding the hose as Issa cleaned himself.
Of all the insane things we did, this was the most normal of it all. Having a bath by the side of the road. Issa was given a black towel and he dried himself before he wore his new clothes.
“Your turn,” Issa said as Miles excused us.
He was holding the hose and he waited with a hungry smile. I looked around, feeling self-conscious.
“You have nothing to worry about, we have all the privacy you will ever need,” He said.
“Or maybe you just want to see me naked,” I mused playfully as I slowly walked to the spot where Issa had been standing before.
“Actually, we need to burn the clothes on you because of the blood and magic residue left, and yes I want to see your body as water streaks all over it,” he replied.
I made sure I put on a show for him by slowly stripping out of my clothes. I gave him seductive winks as he hosed me down. I caught a glimpse of his cock straining against his trousers.
“Want to join me?” I asked.
“Do not tempt me,” He replied huskily as his eyes roamed hungrily all over my wet body. He stopped the water and handed me a towel.
“Bathing in the street,” I said as I dried my body. “That is not something I ever imagined I would ever do with you.”
“That’s not the worst thing I have done,” He replied as he led me to the SUV.
Inside, fresh new clothes were folded neatly for me to wear. Tight leather jeans with heeled soft boots. Royal blue V neck sweatshirt with a leather jacket and they were all brand new.
I stepped out of the car and walked to where Issa was inspecting the crew clearing out the bar. I was a bit surprised by how quick and efficient they were. The blood and bodies were all gone and the chairs were being arranged. I had no idea what they were going to do about the doors though.
“So, what is next?” I asked him as we watched the men work.
He said nothing for a while before he turned to me. “Those witches were the killers, now we find out who was behind it,”
“It is time to see Rogers.”