Chapter 22 – All I Want
A low groan skittered through the house as violet eyes fluttered open. The pain in her head was beating a drum against her skull. She could hear deep grunting as she slowly blinked her blurry vision clear. Kira looked over and watched as Jackson was trying to drag Roman across the hardwood floors and everything started coming back to her. She'd watched as Jackson tasered Roman into unconsciousness and she knew she'd been hit on the back of the head by something she just wasn't sure what it was.
"Please don't hurt him." Kira stated softly.
Jackson stood up straight and turned around his cold eyes landing on her. "Hurt him? I can barely lift him. Jesus Christ he's a big sucker Kira. If you had sex with him I'm not sure how you survived without some kind of blood loss or being ruined forever." Jackson had the worst timing for jokes and such. He walked over and leaned down to stare into Kira's eyes as he reached behind her and gingerly touched the bump on her head. He cringed when she physically flinched.
"I know that smarts. I am sorry baby." He pulled her eyelids open and looked at her eyes as he flashed a light in them. "I think you've probably got a low grade concussion so no rough housing for a while." He stated before he walked back over and lifted the hug guy again with a groan and placed him in a kitchen chair.
Kira couldn't believe Jackson was just talking to her as if they were old friends and he was really concerned about her. She watched as he wrapped duct tape around Roman's arms; pinning them to his sides and keeping him in the chair he did at least thirty circles around Roman's body and then duct taped each of his legs separately to the front legs of the chair as well. "Should I even ask how you found me?" She asked.
Jackson scoffed. "Funny thing; I ran into Anthony and he asked me if I knew you came to him for a driver's license and a social security card. Seems he had no idea you were missing. It was a shame he had to run into our fireplace poker a few times before he got the message to give me the information I wanted on how to find you."
Kira shook her head. Why should she be surprised that he killed Anthony? Anthony wasn't a cop he was just a guy who made good driver's license professionally. "You know you didn't need to kill him. All you had to do was scare him and he would've given you anything." Anthony was dumb but he was still considered a friend.
"Yea well now he doesn't have to worry about being scared ever again." Jackson snarled out. "You should've seen how livid I was when I found out Mike was the one who actually helped you and was still talking to you even after you'd disappeared." Jackson gloated.
"Oh I can imagine." Kira stated honestly. She flinched when Jackson walked over and grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him.
Jackson smirked as he looked down his nose at her. She still looked beautiful and her violet eyes twinkled like the stars in the night sky. "Oh I don't really think you can. I knew he was trying to fuckin hard to get me to just 'forget' about you. He kept trying to convince me over and over that you'd moved on and I didn't need you and it was my turn to move on. But I couldn't let you do. You know I couldn't. You are my property Kira. I marked you; you belong to me." Jackson stated deadly.
Kira's lips quivered as she frowned. "What did you do to Mike?" She asked; she needed to know.
Jackson shrugged. "I haven't done anything yet exactly." He stated nonchalantly. "I mean his body isn't really doing my trunk any better as it was baking in the sunny state of Florida earlier today, but he's going to stay there for a while. He needed to be punished. Anthony and Mike both had to be punished. They tried to take you away from me."
"They didn't take me away. I left Jackson. You branded me; the drug use was becoming ridiculous. I didn't know what to do so I asked Mike and he helped me." Kira admitted. She couldn't hold her tongue anymore.
Jackson shook his head. "No you loved me. You wanted to marry me and be with me forever." He stated as he began to pace the room.
"I did want to marry you." Kira stated honestly as silent tears slid down her cheeks. "I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life. But I couldn't handle the cocaine use or the violent sex on a near daily basis; the last straw was you branding me. I'm not livestock; I am no one's property with or without the branding." She knew going on a tirade like that would only piss him off further, but she couldn't help how she felt.
Jackson smirked. "Yea well you saw what running got you; nowhere. I want to see my brands…I want to make sure you're sill mine."
"Then you're about to be very disappointed. I tattooed over them."
"WHAT?!" Jackson yelled furiously as he suddenly ripped her t-shirt off her body. The purple hibiscus flowers staring back at him only fueled his rage as he cussed violently while knocking things over and breaking things in the living.
Kira was handcuffed to the arm rests and legs of the chair so she had more mobility than Roman, but he was still out. She could see the rage take over Jackson's entire body as he began to shake in anger. "I told you I don't belong to anyone."
Jackson took in a deep breath through his nose as he attempted to calm his rage down as he turned towards the kitchen and chuckled darkly. "That's okay baby. I was smart enough to bring my branding iron with me. I was just grateful your boyfriend here had a gas stove."
Kira's eyes widened as he moved to the side and she could see the front burner was on and the branding iron was sitting on the open flame. Kira could feel her body as she started to shake from head to toe. Last time she was branded thankfully she'd not been awake for it and was so exhausted she didn't even wake up DURING it. But she was FULLY awake right now and whether she liked it or not she was about to feel it for the first time.
Jackson pulled on a set of work gloves as to not burn himself. He'd done it enough times that he knew exactly what he was doing. He picked up the branding iron as he walked over and looked down at Kira. "You really shouldn't have tattooed over them. I'll just find a creative place to put the next ones." He threatened.
Kira's legs and arms were jerking and moving of their own accord. She was trying to get loose somehow as her breathing was getting shakier the closer he got to her. "No – No Jackson Please don't do it…Please…No…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Kira screamed out at the top of her lungs as the branding iron came down across the top of her right bare foot. She took a breath as he backed up and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Tears poured down her cheeks as she bit her bottom lip trying to calm herself. The burning was excruciating it felt like the burn was going all the way through from the top of her foot to the bottom.
She watched as Jackson walked back over and put the branding iron back on the flame of the stove. "You didn't have to do that Jackson. You don't have to do any of this. If you would just get the help you need; you could have your normal life back."
"My life is nothing without you Kira. Don't you get that? You were my everything and you left me. You just left without any warning or reasons." Jackson spit out as he stood by the stove waiting for the iron to turn orange again. "Well you're not going to be leaving me ever again. I refuse to let you go this time."
Roman kept his head down and his eyes closed. He snapped awake as soon as Kira had screamed bloody murder; the smell of burnt flesh was making him sick to his stomach. His arm furthest away from Kira and Jackson he had been slowly and discreetly working back and forth and worked a tear into the duct tape. He was slowly starting to bend his elbow back to pull the tape up a little more.
Kira's begging brought Roman out of his escape mode and when she screamed at the top of her lungs once again his whole body went ridged as he peeked out of his right eye and could see Jackson pressing the scalding hot branding iron to the top of her left foot now. His heart sank for her and the smell of the burnt flesh from her foot invaded his nose times two and he swore he was going to vomit any minute. He was honestly surprised she hadn't passed out from the pain.
All Roman wanted to do was get free knock this son of a bitch out and get Kira as far away from this house as possible.
Jackson put the branding iron in the sink as he walked back over and lifted Kira's face to look in her eyes. "You know what time it is baby? I think it's time I reclaim you as mine. And I think we'll do it right here so when your big bastard wakes up he can watch me banging you and hear you screaming my name."
"YOU SON OF A BITCH LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!" Roman snarled out loud. He couldn't keep his silence any longer.
Jackson chuckled as he grabbed the taser baton and walked over putting it under Roman's chin to lift his head to stare in the man's eyes. "I knew you were a wake ya big bastard. It doesn't take a genius to know the taser doesn't keep a big guy like you down for long. Hell, there are even some guys so big they don't go down at all. But now that you've given yourself away; I'm just going to let you know in a few minutes my dick is going to be in your woman reclaiming what is rightfully mine. Trust me when I say there won't be a damn thing you can do about it either."
Jackson pressed the taser baton to his left pectoral and zapped him a few seconds; he'd gotten his right pectoral earlier and figured why not get the other. He can have a matching set of electrical burn marks.
Roman growled as the electrical current ran through his body and the darkness took over.
Phil looked over at the dining room table when an aggravated sigh escaped his fiancé. He chuckled softly as he got up from the couch and walked over and stood behind her and massaged her tense shoulders. "What's the matter baby?" He asked softly as he leaned over and kissed her neck.
Sydney growled as she threw the wedding magazines and bridal grown books across Phil's dining room table. "All this wedding shit is getting on my nerves. I can't get anything to coordinate. We haven't picked a date and I can't find a fuckin dress that doesn't make me look like some circus clown reject."
Phil's eyes widened as he watched her shove everything off the dining room table. "Do you feel better after your little melt down?" He asked cautiously knowing his smart mouth could and would get him into trouble if he wasn't careful.
"Jerk face…" Sydney grumbled as she reached back and pinched his washboard stomach and smirked satisfied as she heard Phil grunt. "I can't get anyone to agree on a wedding date no one in my family seems to understand we want to get married now and not 3 years from now. Every bridal magazine makes me feel like a deranged crack head. I'm losing my mind Phillip."
Phil knew she was beyond frustrated if she called him Phillip. She never called him Phillip…ever. Phil grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the chair at the table as started towards the living room.
"I need to clean up the mess I made." Sydney stated as she put the brakes on.
"No just leave it there. It will be there when we get done. Just come with me." Phil insisted.
"No because I won't want to pick it up later and you're apartment is so immaculately clean the Virgin Mary could've eaten off your floors and then given birth all in the same day. I want to keep your place nice and after my temper tantrum it looks anything but that right now; at least this area." Sydney argued and tossed a thumb over her shoulder towards the room Phil was trying to get her out of.
"You are so damn stubborn woman." Phil leaned down and tossed her over his shoulder and walked into the living room with her as she tried to fight her away out of his grasp, but his arm cinched down around her waist and there was no getting out of that hold.
"Damn it Phil stop being a pain and let me clean up my mess." Sydney still attempted to argue.
Phil chuckled as he shook his head. "I said no and I meant it. It's my home I want some of your mess here with me." He stopped and as he sat on the couch he plopped her on his lap straddling his legs before he locked his arms around her waist to keep her there.
"Listen to me. I don't want you stressed out. I want you to keep yourself calm and concentrate on the sound of my voice. I will marry you whenever you want me too. Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, next year, next decade or next century. I don't care when as long as it's you that I'm marrying I don't care when we do it." Phil stated in his 'no room for argument' tone.
"But I do care. I want to marry you now and start our life together. Of course you walking out of Monday Night Raw wasn't the smartest thing. But Of course I never fall for the brightest crayon in the box." Sydney stated honestly.
Phil chuckled. "I knew you were stressing over that. Baby, I'm ready to retire. You know how long I've been in the business. I want to walk away while I still have the use of my legs and can walk away on my own free will. I'm tired of the traveling and the shitty story lines and the new talent who think that just because I live the straight edge life that I'm a 150 years old. I found the best woman in the world and I want to make her mine for the rest of my life."
Sydney nodded her head. She understood. "I just want to marry you; that is all I want."
Phil smirked. "So let's elope…"