All Chapters of Their Beautiful Madness: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"SILAS!" I scream, my throat raw. The name tears out of me, jagged and desperate. I turn back to Atticus as he coughs, blood splattering across my arms, chest, and face. Tears blur my vision and all I can see is red. "Atticus. You have to keep your eyes open. Please."He coughs again, wet and rattling, then forces out words that shouldn't be his last, but they sound like they could be. "Don't cry... doll face. I've... made you... cry enough.""Shhh. Don't talk. It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay." I don't know if I'm lying to him or myself. My hands shake violently as I keep pressure, as if I can hold his life in place. I whip my head toward the stairs again, my chest burning, my lungs clawing for air. I scream again, louder, uglier, a sound that rips my vocal cords apart."SILAS!!"I rock back and forth, Atticus's head cradled in my lap like I can keep him tethered to me. My free hand cards through his hair,

SilasThe surgical room is dim, the curtains pulled tight to block out the harsh light of the day. One single lamp in the corner burns, casting a low, amber glow across the space. The smell is still here a metallic tang of blood laced with a sterile bite. No matter how many times I breathe it in, it makes my stomach coil tight.I've been getting work done the only way I can. Scrolling through my phone, answering messages, approving orders, sending warnings. My thumbs move automatically, but my mind never strays far from the bed between us.Beatrice sits across from me, her legs tucked under her in the chair, shoulders slightly hunched. She hasn't moved in days. Hasn't looked away from Atticus unless she absolutely has to. I can't remember the last time she spoke more than a few words at a time. Her hair is tangled, her clothes creased from sleeping in them, but she doesn't seem to care.She's refused to leave. The only way she'l

My breath stutters but I obey. I part my lips and my tongue slips past them. I feel exposed and vulnerable but something about the command in his voice makes it impossible to resist. He pushes the tip into my mouth, sliding just past my lips and my eyes roll back. The weight of it, the taste, it's intoxicating. My thighs press together instinctively as I let out a soft whimper."That's it, doll face. Wrap those lips tight." His groan rumbles low, deep, and rough, echoing off the tile and sinking into my bones. "Fuck, just like that."Heat floods my cheeks as I seal my lips around him, the water dripping down his stomach and sliding onto my tongue. He twitches inside my mouth and the sounds he makes spurs me on. "Use your tongue," he growls. "Slow circles around the tip."I swirl my tongue around him, shy at first but growing bolder when I hear the hiss in his breath. The taste of him coats my tongue. Salty and addictive. Precum slides into my mouth and I love it. His head tips back ag

AtticusIt's now been three weeks since the stabbing. The pain has dulled enough that I can finally move without wincing like some crippled old man, and I'm out of that damn hospital bed at last.Hell, I'm 6'4 and two hundred and fifty pounds. I'm too damn big to be stuck in a narrow cot meant for half my size. I felt like a caged animal—strapped down and forced to lie still. But you know what made it all bearable? My doll. She was with me every day, every hour, tucked against me. I made her crawl into that cramped bed and made her squeeze that sweet little ass right up against me. I didn't care how uncomfortable it was. In my mind, we fit just fine.Even though I'm out of that fucking hospital bed, I still need her next to me. Which means I've found myself in Silas's bed. That's where Beatrice sleeps. If she's there, I'm there. She sleeps between us like she was meant to be there all along. When I close my eyes at night, I don't

Her eyes drift to me then Silas, then back to me. Her voice drips with venom and she says, "I didn't realize Silas lets the help play dress-up at these kinds of events."Get a load of this woman.Silas exhales. "You can stop acting like a jealous, spoiled bitch. It's not a good look on you, Moris."Moris tilts her face, smirking at me. "You must be so proud of yourself, clinging to him like that." Her words are soft but meant to cut. "Afraid someone might take him away?"I feel heat rising in my chest but I keep my body steady, clutching Silas's side instead of recoiling. His hand grips hard on my waist.Silas's jaw tightens, his voice dropping low and rough with warning. "That's enough."Moris doesn't budge. She crosses her arms and her smirk widens. "Relax, baby. I'm only saying what everyone else is thinking. She clings to you for the lifestyle."Her words sting, twisting like a kni