I swallow a gasp, not wanting to interrupt him. This man has endured more than I could have ever imagined.
He rubs the back of his neck while staring down at the cross still in his hand. “When I refused, he made me watch while he did it.”
My hands tremble, and I sniff as my nose runs due to silently crying.
“He had my mother taken home. And … we argued. Fought a little. Then I locked him in his office.” He sits up, reaching into his pocket, and removes the Zippo. “I took the present my mother gave me on my thirteenth birthday and lit the church on fire with him in it and stole his cross that he used on me.”
Fresh tears run down my face, and I try to control my breathing.
“I stood on the other side of his office door and listened to him curse me, damn me to hell, scream for help. And I never thought twice to try to save him.” He licks his lips. “The fire grew bigger, got hotter. I made my way through the church and tipped over the burning candles to make it look accidental. Then made my way to the front lawn where I stayed and watched. Until there was nothing left of it.”
CROSS
STANDING UNDERNEATH the black sky, I watch the smoke pour out of where the stained-glass windows were only minutes ago. You can still hear the ones in the back of the church shatter as the fire gets to them.
The flames lick the walls and heat the cold night.
I can hear his lingering screams. His words. I still feel his hands on my back, holding me down. I thought burning it to the ground would take away the pain. The memories. But it’s not helping. Instead, it makes it all more real. Years I’ve prayed he would die. God never listened. So, I did it myself. I did his job, erased another evil person from this world.
A new king is born. And I understand what must be done.
I hear sirens in the distance, and I turn to walk away, when I see him standing there. His once black hair is now smoke and what was ashen skin, now burns red, yellow, and orange like a sunset.
“You will burn in hell for what you’ve done.” He growls.
I give him a smile as I flip the Zippo that my mother gave me for my birthday open and closed, my other hand holding the cross. “You’ve been burning me for years; you think I’m afraid of the devil?” I shake my head. “I am hell.”
“There were so many different stories by the following morning. Not one was true. They thought he was missing for a while because there was nothing left of him. Then the rumor was suicide.” I shrug. “Someone had said they saw us enter together, but I came out alone. It didn’t matter what the story was. He was dead, and they had nothing to pin on me. My mother left the next day. Said she couldn’t forgive me for what I did to my father. That I’d be a constant reminder of what she lost.” I look at her, and she’s crying.
I could tell that story a million times and not feel a damn thing. But that’s who I am. How I was raised. I forget that not everyone is as cold as I am. “I’m sorry.” I wipe away the tears. “I shouldn’t have told you.” I wanted to open up to her. The fact that she even admitted she googled me made me excited. This is what I wanted. Her interested in my life. My demons. I’m a horrible person for even wanting to share them with her. Those aren’t her burdens to carry.
She leans forward, wrapping her arms around my chest. Her wet face touching my bare skin. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For telling me.” Pulling away, she sniffs. “I’m so sorry, Cross.”
“I’m sorry too,” I say.
She gives a rough laugh and starts wiping her face clear of tears. “For what?”
“Derek,” I say, and she looks up at me, her laughter fading. “For making Bones drag you out of your house. For … everything that I’ve done wrong since I met you.” And for all I’ll do wrong in the future.
She cups my face and I lean into her soft hand. “I love you, Cross. Nothing you could do will change that.”
“You love me?” I smile, lightening the mood. I don’t want to see her cry. Those three words light that fire in me that I need to survive. “After all that, you still find a place in your heart to love me?” How could she be so perfect? What did I ever do to deserve her? Maybe I paid for enough sins.
She laughs, shoving my chest, and I grab her arm, pulling her to me. She climbs on top of me, straddling my hips, pressing my back into the headboard. I kiss her. My hands tangle in her hair while hers are on my face.
She all of a sudden pulls away, panting. My eyes fall to her wet lips. “I want you to be honest with me.”
“Anything.” I’ll tell her whatever she wants to know.
I lift my eyes to hers, and they look sad. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her tighter. “What is it?” I ask the loaded question. After what I just told her, I didn’t expect our talk to be over.
“I … I don’t want to not share things with each other.” She sighs, running the tip of her nails across my Kingdom tattoo on my chest. “I can handle it. Whatever it is, Cross.”
She’s referring to Grave and April, and all the secrets they’ve kept from one another. “I promise.”
My phone beeps, and she starts to get up off my lap. “It can wait,” I say, holding on tighter.
“Look at it. I have to use the restroom anyway.” She kisses my lips and gets out of my bed.
I smile, picking up my cell. I feel … lighter. Like a weight has been lifted. This is how I wanted to feel after I burned the church, and it never came.
Alexa Jade Milner is the fire I’ve always craved and never want to put out.
Opening up my messages, I read over the text in our Kings group chat from Grave.
“What is it?” Alexa asks, sounding worried.
I look up to see her staring at me nervously from the doorframe to the bathroom. “We’re going out tonight.” So much for me going to bed early.
“Oh.” Her face lights up. “Where to?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ALEXA
“WHAT ARE WE doing here?” I ask Cross as he pulls into the parking garage at the Airport. After he told me we were going out, I didn’t have time to ask questions. He informed me I had one hour to be ready to leave.
“Grave messaged the group, saying that he was meeting Derek here.”
“What?” I shriek. “Oh God, Cross. You can’t let him fuck him up. I understand he’s an ass, but he is my brother. And if Grave breaks his legs, I’ll have to take care of him.” That’s all I need—add babysitting to my already very busy schedule.
Cross chuckles at my concern. “Calm down. The message that Grave sent said he spoke to Derek and is meeting him here. I guess Derek is helping Grave find Ethan.”
“Oh, okay. Whew.” I reapply my lip gloss, thinking that doesn’t sound so bad.
“Don’t get too excited. I said he won’t touch Derek. That doesn’t mean he won’t beat up Ethan,” he adds dryly.
Well … shit. That wouldn’t be good. Then he’d be hurting April.
Cross gets out of the car and walks around to open my door to help me out. I see Titan’s candy apple red Maserati pull up next to us and park. Then he’s helping Emilee out of the car too.