Faith (A Dark Romance Novel) (24 page)

“Sure, of course.” He laughed with me, his eyes lighting up as he shook his head, bent and effortlessly lifted me into his arms. I let out a little squeal and wrapped my arms around his neck. It felt nice in his arms. He held me securely, almost possessively. Yes, it was definitely a nice feeling being held tight to him. 

“Ready?”

“Ready,” he confirmed, turning his attention to the camera and smiling. I took a second to appreciate his handsome features. Being an actor and living in L.A. beautiful people were a dime a dozen, but he had a little something extra. I couldn’t explain it. Maybe it was the shyness he had around me, it was kind of endearing.

As soon as my head turned and I looked at the camera, smiling, the flash went off and I was being set back onto the floor and he was stepping away from me. “Have a good weekend, Elijah,” I said, giving him a wave just as he was about to turn to leave.

He nodded. “You too Sidney.”

And then he was gone and the next person was standing next to me.

Say hi. Smile. Flash. Goodbye. Do it all over again. Elijah became a distant memory.

Chapter 2

Elijah

“Looking for a good time, baby?” I groaned inwardly as I heard the voice behind me as I stepped out of my car in the parking lot of my apartment building. While I had a huge home in L.A., Santa Monica to be exact, when living in New York I rented a two-bedroom in Brooklyn.

“Come on, Tina. Are you so fucked up right now you don’t even recognize me?” I turned and faced the prostitute who worked this area, who also happened to rent the apartment two doors down from me.

Her blue eyes narrowed at me and then recognition dawned in her eyes. “Elijah, you’re back.” She gave me a quick hug and stepped back smiling.

I grabbed her arms and flipped them over. Sure enough. Track marks. “And you were supposed to be going to rehab. You were supposed to be clean by the time I got back.”

She snatched her arms from me and crossed them over her body, hugging herself. “I didn’t like it there. They all sucked.”

“And Christopher? Where’s your kid right now, Tina?” He was supposed to be going to live with his grandmother until his mother got herself cleaned up. It was the deal I’d made with her before I flew back to L.A. for the past month. If she got cleaned up and had her six-year-old living with his grandmother until she was sober I wouldn’t call child protective services on her. I suspected she had reneged on her part of the deal and the kid was by himself in the apartment while she worked the streets.

She shrugged looking down at the ground between our feet.

“Tina. I want the truth. Where’s your kid?”

“At the apartment.” When a scowl formed on my lips she quickly added, “He’s sleeping. He’s okay.”

I gave my head a shake. I had no idea what to do about her. She was hardly my responsibility and God knew my life would be a hell of a lot easier if I just minded my own business, but I couldn’t. Not when there was a child, alone, waiting for his drug-addict mother to come home.

Reaching into the car I grabbed the envelope that contained the picture of me and Sidney and the head shot of her inside and then closed the car door, locked it, then stuffed the envelope into my inner jacket pocket. Grabbing Tina’s arm I pulled her behind me towards the apartment building.

“Let go of me Elijah! I gotta work.”

“You’re not working tonight, Tina. You’re going back to your apartment and caring for your kid.”

She fought me, but I easily overpowered her. I somehow had to get her back into rehab, even if it meant turning to my last resort and having the authorities step in. I really didn’t need this right now, I had to plan my next job, but my conscience wouldn’t allow it. A hit man with a conscience, kind of a paradox wouldn’t ya say? But that’s how it was.

I released her arm once we were in the elevator heading to the third floor.

“I need to work the streets, I need the money, Elijah.”

I looked down at her, my brow cocked. “For more heroin?”

“Umm, no. No.” She mustn’t have had a hit for a while because I could see she was getting twitchy. “We need food. And I have to pay the power.”

“Sure you do.”

“I do
Elijah
.” She whined my name and I cringed. Fuck, I hated seeing people detoxing. I’d grown up seeing it and it brought back memories I wished to forget.    

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you and Chris starve or sit in the dark.”

“Elijah, pleeeease.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to the third floor. Taking her elbow in my hand I pulled her down the corridor. “Okay, I’ll be straight with you.”

I was attempting to ignore her at this point.

“Please. I just need one more hit. One more and then I’m done.”

“Heard that before, honey.” We stopped at her door and I motioned for her to unlock it. “Come on.”

She sighed, pulled the apartment key from her jean shorts pocket and unlocked the apartment door. I went in before her, knowing she’d follow along. “Christopher, buddy?” Immediately her kid came rushing from his bedroom.

“Eli!” He couldn’t pronounce Elijah, so he always called me Eli. Grinning from ear to ear the child wearing a pair of stained Scooby Doo pajamas came running over to me. I picked him up and gave him a hug, keeping him secure in my arms. He smelt, I doubted he’d seen a bath in a week or more.

“Hey buddy. How are you?”

“Good.”

I walked with him holding onto me into the kitchen and began rummaging through the cabinets. Some coffee, leftover Chinese food, box of macaroni and not much else. What I did see was the bag that contained all of her drug use tools. I gave my head a shake, disgusted.

“I told you. I need to buy us food,” Tina stated, planting her hands on her hips and glaring at me as I left the kitchen and entered the living room again.

“This is what’s going to happen, Tina. I’m taking Chris with me and calling his grandmother. He’s going to his grandmother’s again and you’re going back to rehab.”

Anger flared up in her eyes. “To hell I am! He’s not your kid, we’re none of your business!”

I placed Chris back onto the floor and bent down to his level. “Okay buddy, you’re going to go into your room and pack your book bag with your stuff and coming over to my place for pizza!”

The little boy’s face lit up with excitement. “Pizza! Yeah!” He literally bounced with excitement as he rushed away from me and into his room.

Standing, I walked over to Tina. “Last chance, Tina. It’s rehab or jail.” Reaching into the pocket of my jacket I pulled out my mobile phone. “What’s it going to be?”

“Please, Elijah. You can’t do this! I’ll do anything you want… Anything.” She sank to her knees and reached for my belt buckle. “I know you don’t have a girlfriend. I rarely see you with a woman. Maybe I, maybe we can –”

Grabbing her elbow I pulled her roughly to her feet, rougher than I intended but she was seriously pissing me off. There was a reason why I didn’t date. There’s only one woman I wanted and her picture was stuffed into my jacket pocket. No one else would do. I’d tried. I’d tried so many times to get her out of my head, but I couldn’t. If I couldn’t have Sidney I didn’t want anyone.

“I don’t want that.”

“I’m clean, Elijah. No STDs, I promise. I was just checked last week. I’ll even show you the report the doctor gave me.”

I rubbed my temple with my fingertips; a headache was beginning to form. I really, really, really didn’t need this shit tonight.

“I’m ready!” Christopher came running for his room with a little backpack stuffed with toys.

“You’re going to rehab and you’re going tonight. I can call the center or the cops. Your choice, Tina.” Our eyes locked and I could see her trying to figure a way out of the predicament she was in.

She sighed. “Fine. But you’re a fucking asshole, you know that.”

Sounds about right
, I mused, scrolling through my contacts and pressing the number to the rehab. It was actually programmed into my phone, sadly we’ve been through this entire scenario more than once. Einstein defined insanity as doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. This was a prime example, but I had to try something and it was really the only thing I could think of without involving the police. But on the other hand, I refused to let the child continue to live the life I’d led at his age. The whole situation was a moral dilemma for me.

~*~*~*~

Sidney

“God, it’s nice to get home,” I muttered under my breath.

It had been a long month. Convention after convention, mixed with interviews, appearances and shooting part of the third season of “The Hunters.” The show was physically demanding and I tried to do as many of my own stunts as possible. I felt I owed it to the fans. I’d been told I’d grow out of that feeling; maybe they were right, but as for right now it’s what I preferred. But I’d finally caught a break and my last interview was cancelled so I got to come home a couple of days early. I couldn’t wait to see the expression on my boyfriend’s face when he saw me home early.

Tossing the keys into the crystal candy dish by the front door, I immediately heard music coming from the pool area. Walking through the foyer I walked past the staircase that led to the second floor and headed for the back door that opened up into the pool area. A dip in the hot tub with my sexy man was exactly what I needed to unwind.

Unzipping my jacket and pulling it off, I was tossing it onto a chair when I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth turning into a large “O” of shock. The hot tub was occupied with my boyfriend and some woman straddling him. “What in the hell!”

The couple froze and the woman immediately slid from his lap. As soon as she turned I gasped. It was the woman who was co-starring with him on his latest movie. I couldn’t even remember her name, she was some former model, now an up-and-coming actress.

“Sidney!” Anthony stood up and raked a hand through his wet hair.

My eyes dropped to his groin; his cock was rock hard and ready for action. My gaze then shifted to the woman, who appeared to also be naked.

“You were going to fuck in my hot tub. You bastard!”

“No. No. Sidney baby…” Anthony got out of the hot tub and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Or attempted to anyhow, his erection was making it difficult. “Listen, I can explain.”

“Dirty bastard!” Anger surged up within me, hot and demanding. I strode up to him meeting him halfway, my hand drew back and with all the power I could muster I slapped him across the face. The sound of the slap echoed into the night air. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the woman quietly getting out of the hot tub and gathering up her clothing.

“Sidney. Please.” Anthony took a step back and rubbed his jaw. “We can talk this out.”

“Talk this out? What’s there to talk out?” I turned to the woman who was attempting to pull her spandex dress over her wet body. “And you, Miss Fake Tits. What the fuck do you think you’re doing in my house? You whore!”

Her face turned even redder than it already was. She managed to squeeze into the dress and without answering me grabbed her heels and rushed off past me and into the house. Good riddance. Let her go, she wasn’t the one who cheated on me, the asshole standing before me was.

Anthony stepped up to me and grabbed my upper arms in his hands. “Look, baby. I know I fucked up a little bit.”

I looked up at him in disbelief. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was going to explode through my chest. “A little bit? Are you serious? A little bit? You were fucking your co-star in my hot tub. Or have you forgotten I’m the one who owns the house and it was me who got you that movie role? Have you forgotten that?”

“It was a stupid mistake, you’ve been gone for over a month Sid.” He looked at me with a look so sad and anguished that it would sway most women. But not me. I knew him. He was an amazing actor and he was just putting on another show.

“And you were on location in Prague with the whore for three months before that, but I didn’t bring my co-star back here and fuck him! Maybe I should have.” I spread my hands out to the sides. “You know, apparently that’s what we do in this relationship.”

“Please. Sid. I’m so sorry.”

“No.” I batted his hands away from me, I was fighting hard to control my temper. “I want you out. I want you packing your shit and out.”

“Now? It’s almost midnight, Sid. Let’s just go to bed and discuss this in the morning when things have cooled off a bit.”

I shook my head. “You know what.” I took a couple of steps back from him. “You’re right.” He let out a sigh of relief and a smile began to tug at the corners of his lips. He made an attempt to close the distance between us, but I put my hand out stopping him. “I’m going to a hotel for a few days. When I come back I want all of your stuff and you gone.” I really should be kicking his ass out right now, it was my house why should I have to leave, but I just didn’t have the energy for this tonight. Getting away and having him leave while I was gone was just the easiest solution.

I spun around to run back into the house, but once again Anthony’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm. I spun back around, fire burning in my eyes. “Don’t touch me! You’ll never get to touch me again. Never! Now let me go before I go and do something I might regret.”

He didn’t hesitate, he released my arm and nodded, his expression turning solemn. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” Without another word I stormed back into the house, grabbed my keys and purse and left.