Anything. Take something the fuck apart for making me hurt Tara. Bastards. Some truly sick fuck was behind those texts. When this was all over with, I was going on a hunting trip. I was going to find the cruel bastard and take him apart bit by bit. Every single tear Tara had shed during this round was coming out of his hide. My phone pinged with a call and I pulled it out, ready to vomit. It was just Steve. "We're nearing the hotel. Do you want to stop anywhere first? Need anything? Does Tara?" "No, just get us there, Steve. Sick of this car, no offense." That was putting it mildly but I didn't have the energy to say more. "None taken," he said coolly. "We'll be arriving at our destination in approximately three minutes." I sighed. "Thank fuck." Tara stirred with a soft moan and I hung up the phone. I didn't want to give up this peaceful time with her, just holding her while she slept. But more than that, I wanted to run her a hot bath and give her a massage and make love to her.
