Broken and rebuilt

Kill Switch

>>Cianna’s POV>Jenna’s POV>Christian’s POV<<

After Jenna went into the bathroom (and Tony left), I sat down and ran my hand through my hair. It had been a long night, and I just couldn’t sleep. I watched her in the pain of her nightmare, my heart breaking for her as she writhed around on the couch, and when she screamed I jumped up to comfort her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, to make her feel secure, but I didn’t want to freak her out. After she screamed, I thought f**k it. I was going to comfort her anyway, but she had woken herself up. I sat back down, my heart racing.

Now she is in there, showering, and I can’t help but feel so damn attracted to her, I want to explore her, everywhere. Becca knocks on the front door of the office, and walks in. She is such a good sister to me.

“Where’s Jenna?” she starts. I motion to the bathroom, where she can hear the shower running. “Good”, she says, then hesitates.

“Chris, I have to tell you something, but maybe you should sit down...” she says nervously, before looking to the bathroom again.

“What’s wrong sis? Is it the baby?” I ask, genuinely worried because she looks pretty stressed out.

“No, no it’s...baby is fine, Chris. It’s not, ummm...no this is about” and then she leans in and whispers “Jenna”. My blood runs cold, and I’m suddenly afraid I don’t want to know. I say nothing, not trusting my own voice at this point, instead nodding to Becca, so she continues.

“Look, I know you guys were all serving in the military, and you’ve all got scars and bullet holes and things...but the thing is, I noticed Jenna has a lot more than you or Cortez...like a lot a lot. Changing her last night, I saw countless scars, knife wounds up and down her back, stab wounds that still look fresh, as if the same part was scarring over and was stabbed again and again. Whip lashes, cigar burns, cuts and scars. I could see very faint scars around her neck, but mostly on her torso. I noticed another faint one across her heart, looked like surgery but very messy, as if done a long time ago in a back room type thing”. She pauses, her eyes asking me if she should go on. My legs go weak so I stumble back to sit on the couch. My poor Jenna. I look up at Becca, I know she can read me. She can see my heart is breaking but she has something more to tell me.

“Chris, I think she has a kill switch”.

That bastard! I can’t believe I didn’t see this before. Of course he f*****g held her hostage, no wonder she didn’t kill him. My eyes glaze over with rage, and Becca tries to talk me down. Cortez walks into the room and puts both hands on my shoulders to get my attention. I’m so f*****g wild I could kill that bastard Javier. My heart is beating so hard inside my chest, it feels like it’s going to rip a hole inside me. My poor angel.

“Boss, it’s time. Now that we know, we can use this to our advantage. But first, let’s eat. Your mum is gonna kill you herself if you don’t hurry up”.

“Tell Jenna I left some clothes in the bathroom closet for her – she didn’t really have anything befitting a Christmas Eve Eve breakfast” Becca adds.

Cortez puts his arm around Becca and kisses her head as they walk out the door.

I realize the shower has stopped running, so I knock softly on the bathroom door. I relay the message from Becca, and quickly get dressed into one of the suits I leave in my office.

Exactly 10 minutes after my father left, Jenna steps out of the bathroom. I take in a deep breath as I look at her flawless beauty, and it’s like time stands still as she turns to look at me. It feels as if my body lifts off the ground with the power of her stare, and I hover toward her without even realizing I’m moving.

“Wow” is all I can say when we are face to face, and she smiles a soft, genuine smile, biting her bottom lip. In a moment of absolute weakness, I crash my lips with hers and kiss her with everything that I have.

She hesitates for a split second, surprised by my actions, before she begins to kiss me back fervently. Her hands reach out, one snaking behind my neck and the other in my hair. God her touch feels like electricity surging through me, and her kiss makes the earth tremble beneath my feet. I put my hands on her hips, and slowly move her back towards the closed door, not breaking the kiss. I lean her against the door, and snake one arm behind her back, and the other behind her neck. I want her so much in this moment, my manhood growing hard and bulging through my suit pants. Not a good look.

We both pull back, breathless and panting. I can see her eyes filled with lust, mirroring my own. That was the most amazing kiss I’ve ever had.

 “You look beautiful, Jenna” I say, running my hand through my hair.

“So do you” she smiles back.

“Shall we go?” I say as I offer her my arm. She smiles and takes it, and I lead her to my parents. I have no idea what to expect. But I’m so glad Jenna is here, and I’m not letting her go anywhere without me. I’m in love.