Chapter 7: Deliverance – part 16
The humid arboretum dissolved into the angles of Shane’s office. Secure behind her mental shields, Addison looked for her ill-tempered lover. He sat at his desk, but with his eyes closed and wearing an odd, taut expression. “Shane?” she asked aloud and mentally.
He yelped, inadvertently pushing his chair back. Through the glass desktop Addison saw that Shane’s trousers were undone. Addison rolled her eyes. Having a wank, then, are we?
“No,” Shane shot back. His glare twisted into a smirk as he zipped himself up. He stood, then reached under his desk. A lithe hand took Shane’s, and the Asian twat with the boob job emerged from the shadows under the desk. The bint wiped her mouth with one hand, managing to look both contrite and smug.
Addison stared. It didn’t make sense. Things had been difficult, but they were making it work. If not for them, for Jacob.
Shane slipped one arm around the girl’s waist. “You thought I’d stay locked in that sty of an apartment with you?” He gestured at her belly and hips. “All of you, when I have Joon?” Joon giggled, leaning into Shane.
Outrage overwhelmed Addison’s shock. “Soddin’ BASTARD!” She mentally lunged for Shane’s and his whore’s minds. The bitch succumbed immediately, but Shane, with his damned crystal glowing in his hand, resisted.
Mummy, it’s not–
Snarling, Addison walled off her daughter. Then something connected with her stomach, doubling her over and shattering her concentration. Addison gasped for air while Joon’s fear and Shane’s anger washed over her.
“Out,” Shane ordered. Joon sprinted for the door. Addison let her get halfway there, then took control of her mind. The girl shuddered to a halt. “Joon,” Shane barked, “now!”
Addison had her marionette turn around. “I don’t think so,” Joon said Britishly as Addison, grimacing, straightened. Seeing Shane’s shell-shocked expression made the pain worth it.
The glow lighting Shane’s hand from within flickered out. “What… Let her go!”
“No,” the buxom puppet said.
Shane fumed, and his mental shields slipped. Addison pushed past them, dancing around Shane’s attempts to force her out. In her peripheral vision she saw Joon come to and scramble out of the room.
“Bitch,” Shane hissed. He leaned on his desk, eyes squeezed shut as he fought her.
“Quite right,” Addison agreed as she telekinetically shut the door. Dodging the two-timing bastard’s attempts at offense didn’t require her full concentration. “Now,” she mused aloud, moving up to her lover. “What are we going to do about this? Considering your current behavior, you’re not a good role model for my son.” Shane’s temper flared. Perhaps that was the first adjustment she should make.
Addison probed deeper in the labyrinth of Shane’s mind. Where was all of this anger coming from? She traced its twining path, intrigued. Then ice enveloped her.
You’re overconfident. Arrogant. Shane’s thoughts were devoid of emotion, his face a neutral mask.
Addison withdrew, shaken. Couldn’t concentrate to teleport. Have to keep it together!
Shane smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “What are we going to do? I can’t trust you. You’ve proven that.” As he strode around the desk the silver prism in his hand glowed to life. “I– Jake needs assurances.” His free hand grabbed her arm. Addison tried to break free, but his grip was solid. Her strength waned as Shane studied her like a bug.
Summoning her remaining strength, Addison threw herself toward Shane’s free hand–the hand holding the crystal. The prism winked out, tumbling to the ground along with Addison. Shane’s ire returned full-force as she scrambled away from him on hands and knees. Her strength had returned, thank god.
He rushed her in some sort of martial arts move. Addison blocked him telekinetically, then flung him back into the wall. Her anger had returned as well; the stubborn son of a bitch wouldn’t back down. She must have been mad to think the two of them could raise her son!
Shane shook his head, and the prism flew from the floor to his hand. Addison dove back into his mind before he could use the damned thing. This time she’d–
The door banged open. Addison rounded on it to find four armed guards crouched in the hall. Firing.
Multiple darts stabbed her. Addison struggled to stay conscious, but her eyelids were too heavy to keep open. Over Shane’s shouting she heard booted feet charge into the room. Someone crouched beside her. “I told you to stay away from him.”
Daniel, she realized. Wanker.