BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 27

BASH

I can still remember the hissing sound of the bullet passed through the air, and that terrifying sound pierces my ears, then there's that moment of silence that is more horrifying.

I despise silence these days. It's deafening, and now all I can hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Ranjiv left my place about half an hour ago. Trinity hasn't said a word until now. I know she heard everything that I was talking about with Ranjiv. She's just looking at the copper-colored wall in my kitchen, and she's so drowned in her own thoughts.

"Tri, please say something. I know you heard everything we talked about earlier." I lean my elbows on the countertop, and she reaches out for my hands, squeezes them, then lifts her chin to give me a tight smile. I bring her hands to my lips, kissing them.

"I was worried hell about you, Trinity."

She shakes her head. "I was worried hell about you, Bash. Your life has been in danger twice in a row now. Why didn't you tell me that he threatened you like that?"

"There is nothing to worry about it, Tri," I reassure her as I caress each knuckle of her hands. "That was only an empty threat."

"Don't you think you should tell your parents about it?"

I shake my head as I round to her side. "Nothing to worry about it, Tri. It's not a big deal, and they already have a lot to worry about."

"But Bash," she presses.

"Tri, please?" I cup her face, kissing her on her lips. "I was jealous, too," I admit, making her smile.

"I can't see you, a hot piece of Bash is getting jealous. Do you feel threatened?" she teases.

I kiss her lips instead, yanking her shirt off over her head. She wraps her arms around my neck instantly. I skillfully undo the clasp of her bra with my hand while the other is freely exploring her exposed skin.

She shivers with my touch. I feel her nipples pucker under the cold air-conditioning. Finally, a moan slips from her lips when I have her nipple in my mouth.

"Take me to your room, Bash. Now!"

I pause, looking up at her, amused. "Our room."

"Take me to our room, Bash. Now!"

I grin. "Yes, ma'am."

"Wrap your legs around my waist, baby."

I place her slowly on the bed as I rake my eyes on her half-naked body. I unbutton her jeans, then pull them off her legs. It annoys me that her jeans are so tight like her second skin.

"Don't wear this thing again, Tri," I order.

"Says who's still fully dressed," she chuckles.

"Shut up, Tri. That,s not funny while I'm struggling here to take this off of you. I want your voice only for your moans and screams my name while I pound on you so deep and hard." I quickly shrug my clothes off and drop them on the floor. I crawl to the bed on top of her.

"Confident as always," she says.

"You know me too well, baby. Now, are you ready to scream?" I ask, smirking.

"Let's then find out."

***

My lips spread to a smile when I slip off my arms under her head. Trinity is sleeping soundly. When I say soundly, it's because she's slightly snoring after our intense orgasms.

I head down to my office. My mind flies back to Tennings' journal. I sit down after taking the journal where I placed it in my safe.

I am curious to know what's so important, and why he had it with him. I'm dying to know, but I feel nervous at the same time.

I blow a breath after a moment of hesitation. I flip it open. There is a date written on the top left of the first page. It's written in bold letters. He had good penmanship for a psychopath.

I start reading the first line until I'm so lost about what's written in there. It feels like I've been brought in to his life. Like I am him while reading it. I can feel his suffering and pain through his words.

If what was written here is true, then he suffered a lot more than just a prisoner throughout his sentence. He was tortured many times, raped and drugged. When he couldn't it take any more, he pretended to be mentally ill, and that's when they transferred him to the mental facility, and he was still violated.

No wonder he came to my mom for help. If I remember correctly, he did mention that he had no choice. If he was forced to do such horrible things, since when? And the question is, who forced him?

Is this the same person who ordered to torture, rape, and drug him? That person must be powerful to manipulate the act.

I feel terribly bad for him. After what he did to Mom, I still pity him, maybe because he was a victim too.

My phone vibrates on top of the desk.

"Mom, is everything alright?"

"Baby Bash, your dad found out what you did." Mom sighs.

"What I did?" I ask, confused. My mind is still in the journal. I'm sure mom doesn't know about what happened to Tennings while he was locked up.

"Your dad found out that you sent your jacket for a test, Bash. You know whatever the result is, dad still loves you, right?"

Shit!

I breathe through my nose and answer truthfully, "I'm so sorry, Mom, but I just want to know the truth."

"I know, baby. How are you holding up?"

I look down, playing with the journal on my hand. "I'm good, and if you think of convincing me to see a shrink, please, don't waste your time. I'm good as new. I'm not suffering from any flashback, and I'm stronger as a horse."

She laughs out loud, making me chuckle. "I know, and I can see that. How's K?"

I roll my eyes. "Stop playing matchmaker, Mom. I should give you credit, though, for a job well done."

She laughs again. "I know, right?"