All Chapters of His Don His Damnation : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Everyone there is either like her or they've been in her position. She'll be okay," Isaac assures her. "And besides, he'll be with her."By the time they get there, Isaac has noticed Kyoline's been getting more and more tense. Her leg's bounced the entire ride to this appointment. It's going to be the death of him, but he remains silent, knowing this isn't exactly near the top of the list of things that need to be said. Because the most important thing is truly getting her here and getting her to make that first move.Isaac has no notion why, but the fact that she is nervous or tense in the least possible way hardens his chest uncomfortably. He rubs at it, trying to move the feeling.Rolling up, the building isn't filling him with confidence, but it's the nearest bunch he could find. Two others he tried to reach told him they had to close down because their funding had been cut. He sees it from his windshield. The youth club is in some big square building that's graffitied on one sid

The group smiles together and then Amanda asks the next person to tell their story. The meeting goes on, his attention comes and goes as they all talk about different ways of coping along with doing exercises to help them figure out what triggers them to steal. Kyoline is fully into it, opening up some more as the minutes pass.The meeting flies by, and when they get to the end, Kyoline blows the hell out of him by offering to take next week's meeting.Amanda approaches her. "He always gives these to new folks." She passes her a stack of pamphlets and whispers, "He found the top one especially helpful himself."He glances down and sees the top pamphlet is about Ocd, and he can't help but wish that Kyoline gets a look at it someday. He glances around the room as people head towards a refreshment table on the opposite side. "Ready to go?"She almost seems disappointed, but she nods. They head towards the door, and he opens it for her."So?" he asks her.A smile tugs at her lips. "It was

And his world comes to a standstill.He isn't breathing.He doesn't blink.Is this what happens in cardiac arrest?Air from his lungs is sucker-punched out of him, and he nearly rocks back on the force of it. His muscles lock in a twisted position as he stares at the tattered bear with the frayed bow tie. The room seems to close in on him, and he starts to mouth something but can't get it into words."They're a happy family," she continues as if he's not staggered, her attention solely on the bow-tied bear.Family.An f-word that's never meant a shit thing to him. But everything to Kyoline and her siblings.His face never shifts to that same expressionless mask he's perfected over the years. His eyes lift from the bear up to the little girl standing in front of him. She smiles so gleefully. Like she's proud of what she just told him."Great," he exhales, unable to think of something else to say.His brow furrows as he looks at the bear. A happy family, she had called it. Does such a t

Isaac is standing over her, his hard fingers gently smoothing her, before she can get up to speed on what's happening. It never ceases to amaze her the manner in which he can alternate between hard and coarse to soft and gentle."Yes or no, Kyoline." His fingers play with the edge of her shirt, gently drawing it up and down.Her heart beating in her chest, her blood boils beneath her skin, and everything is hyper-sensitive. "Yes. But…"She maintains eye contact with him. "May I?" Her fingers tease at his belt."Fuck…yes."He backs up until he's standing between her legs beside the bed. She comes up onto her knees, looking at him for a moment. Absorbing his sense of this man who is always so together but is now unraveling piece by piece.He helps her peel him out of his shirt and pants until he's standing before her in his boxer briefs.God, this man. Hard lines and lean muscle make up every inch of him.Glaring her down, he backs himself out, curling his hand around the base and jacki

I exhale and scratch the nape of my neck. "Er, well…"But when I look back at L'Oreal, her face is so hopeful. So goddamn desperate for my approval.Kyoline looks at me. "She spent the entire afternoon dressing them up," she says. "It was…a battle of wills."I chuckle. "And the dogs lost?" "Clearly," Kyoline clips.L'Oreal swoops up to Killer, wrapping his great, fluffy neck in her tiny arms. "The doggies are so pretty," she keeps saying, burying her face in his coat. "Just like pretty princesses."My heart tightens in a way I don't know that I'm ready to cope with. I hadn't expected to get so close to this child. Didn't think I'd get used to her laugh in my house, the way she clings to me when I'm reading to her, and the way she looks up at me like I'm a fuckin' superhero. Didn't think I'd get this close to any of them.I shake my head, releasing the laugh that's been coming for so long finally. "Yeah, kid. They look…good."L'Oreal beams at me, and it’s a beautiful smile just lik