Chapter 9:
Emma sank into the bathtub, her muscles relaxing as they came in contact with the water. She wrapped her hair up into a messy bun and leaned back against the edge with her eyes closed. After about 5 minutes of relaxing, she picked up the cell phone that was laying on the chair next to her. Graham told her that Killian would call at nine o'clock but he was late, Killian was never late. Finally Emma decided to call the most recent number, getting worried that something may have had happened to him.
"Hello?" Emma said into the phone, she could hear someone breathing on the other line but no words came out.
"I am here." Killian finally responded, he sounded in pain and pissed off.
"How are you? I missed hearing your voice." Emma said, trying to ignore the weirdness in his voice.
"I saw the fight." He simply said, he was too mad to be able to have a normal conversation with her.
"You did? What did you think?" Emma started getting excited, she figured that he was made about Michael was her partner instead of Nikita. There was a long pause, making Emma start to think if it was something else.
"Killian…" Emma whispered into the phone, she kept checking the phone to see if they were disconnected or something.
"I saw the kiss." He finally growled, when Emma heard that statement it felt like the world began slipping away from her.
"Killian…" She started but was quickly cut off by Killian.
"Don't give some damn excuse, tell me the truth." He demanded into the phone, this was the first time that Emma was happy she was talking to him over the phone.
"Killian, please don't be mad. I need to kiss him, the Brothers are worse now. He has no control over them so we agreed that I would pretend to love him when we were in public but in the bedroom, he doesn't touch me." Emma quickly said, panicking about what Killian might say.
"So you haven't slept with him?" He whispered into the phone, she could hear him struggling to keep calm.
"No, we have only shared a bed once. Graham was with us as well that night." She explained, she was starting to calm down as he listened to her.
"Why was Graham and Jefferson with you?"
"Killian…" She started to panic once again, kissing Jefferson was one thing but telling Killian that she was almost raped would set him over the edge.
"Emma, answer me." He growled into the phone, he didn't like hearing her stressed voice.
"Please, just believe me when I say that nothing happened more than kissing Jefferson." She pleaded, praying that he would finally listen to her.
"Emma, answer me." He repeated, more anger filled his voice as he waited for the answer.
"Please, Killian, just leave it alone."
"I can't, love. Just tell me." He said, trying to put more comfort into his voice.
"Emma!" Jefferson called out, walking towards the bathroom door. Emma quickly ended the call and shoved the phone under her clothes.
"Now this is sight for sore eyes." Jefferson said as he opened the door, he leaned against the door frame and watched her sink deeper into the water so that the bubbles blocked his view.
"Aw, that's cheating sweetheart." Jefferson groaned, walking closer so that Emma lowered even more.
"Stop moving closer." She said but that just made him grin even more. He walked behind her and kneeled on the ground, his hands massaging her neck.
"Mmm, this feels so nice." Emma moaned, leaning back into his hands. He grinned and massaged the knots out of her neck, his hands were strong and caring at the same time. A voice told her this was wrong in the back of her head but she couldn't find the brain power to move away.
"You did great today." He whispered into her ear, a slight shiver going down her spine.
"Thanks, I thought the being flipped on my back fifty thousand times was the best part." Emma said with sarcasm, making Jefferson chuckle.
"I was talking about you finally getting your legs wrapped around Michael." He said, making Emma giggle.
"Jefferson!" A girl yelled, making Emma and Jefferson freeze. The mystery woman appeared in the doorway making Emma's jaw drop open. She was completely naked, leaning against the door frame like she was posing for Playboy.
"You said we could, I need my Mad Hatter." She pretended to pout, rubbing her core making Emma even more shock. It was like Emma wasn't even in the bathroom, like it was just the whore and Jefferson.
"I will be right there, Betty." Jefferson said, waving to her to leave. She giggled and turned around, shaking her super white ass before exiting the room.
"What the hell was that?" Emma said, still trying to get over the shock of what she just witnessed.
"I will see you tomorrow, sweetheart." Jefferson kissed her cheek then exited the bathroom, Emma let out a giant sigh that she had been holding in.
"Emma?" Graham called through the door, she walked over and answered it. He grinned and pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
"Killian is waiting for your call." He whispered, pulling back to look at her.
"Do I have to talk to him?" Emma said, sadness filling her. Graham looked at her with worry, following her to the bed.
"What is wrong, wildcat? You do understand that I sticking my neck out for you every time you and he have contact." She collapsed on the bed, her head buried in the pillows. Graham sat down next to her and rubbed her back lightly.
"He wants to know about what happened in the kitchen." She mumbled into the pillow.
"And that is bad because…" He pressed on, trying to figure out what was so bad about him caring about her wellbeing.
"When I tell him, I wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly sent a giant nuclear bomb." Emma said, turning onto her side so that Graham could see her face.
"He is just worried about you, if you keep avoiding it will just keep getting worse." He said, rubbing his hand lightly on her cheek. Emma sighed and closed her eyes, leaning into his touch.
"I wish I was with him, life was so much easier with him." She said, a single tear falling down her face. Graham wiped it away and lifted her chin up so that she would look him in the eyes.
"I never thought that you would ever say that about the devil." He said, making Emma giggle at Killian's old nickname. Right on time, the cellphone buzzed with an incoming call. Graham kissed her head and walked out of the bedroom, keeping watch out for Jefferson.
"Emma, love, please. This is killing me." Killian said the second that she answered the phone.
"Killian…promise me that you won't overreact." Emma whispered into the phone, her hands were shaking with fear and worry.
"You know that I can't promise you that." He said into the phone, Emma knew that he was going to say but she had hoped that he would say something different.
"When I first arrived, I was alone in the kitchen to get some food and one of the brothers came in. He almost raped me but Graham shot him before it happened. I passed in his arms and next thing I knew, I woke up between Jefferson and Graham. They haven't spent with me since." She said quickly, once she finished she listened to Killian's heavy breathing.
"What the hell is that?!" Jefferson yelled, making Emma jump. He was standing in the doorway, anger filled him. Emma had never been more scared in her life.
