I need to know what happened from the time I took you there when you were twelve until last night when I took you out of there. Don’t leave anything out, even if you think I might become upset.”
“But you know all of it, aunt Dee said. She always said she told you stuff and you always agreed with her.” I’m gonna fuck that female up no fucking joke. I had to struggle really hard not to show her any of what was in me because she wouldn’t be scared anymore; she’d be fucking terrified.
“I don’t expect you to believe me, no scratch that, I do expect you to believe me. I’ve never lied to you, I might’ve been a blind fool, but I never have and never will be anything but honest with you.” I was trying hard as fuck not to cuss in front of her. For some reason I’ve never been able to, she’s too fucking pure for that shit, but it was touch and go dealing with this fuckery.
She finally got down to telling me all that had been going on in her life since the first day I took her to her aunt, with the one little overnight bag I’d found her back then, with the new clothes I’d bought her after throwing away the rags she’d owned.
It was because of those rags that I’d given her aunt a very large clothing allowance for her every year, especially for school clothes. Because I remembered how it was being the poor kid in school and the shit the other kids put me through, I didn’t want any of that for her.
Hearing her tell how her aunt would go to the Salvation Army and get her the leftovers made my eyes burn. Hearing about how the games and shit I’d bought her had been sold to buy shit for Sal made me commit murder in my mind a thousand times.
Instead of the privileged childhood I’d paid out the ass for, she’d had quite the opposite. While I’d been patting myself on the back thinking of the great job I was doing providing for her, she was being neglected and abused.
I let her words wash over me, tasting the bitter regret in my lungs as I called myself ten kinds of fool.
I could blame the aunt but in the end it was all on me. It hurt like fuck to know that I’d had a hand in that shit, all I could do was promise myself that from here on out, her life was going to be as close to perfect as I can get it. She seemed to sense my turmoil and her voice trailed off. “Finish it.”
She shared some more of her aunt’s fucked up maternal skills which were nonexistent, and then she came to this latest fuckery. As I sat there and listened to how he started coming into her room and standing over her in the dark, before it graduated to him touching her ankles up to her thighs, which caused her to live in terror, it was all I could do not to jump from the bed and go do him now.
I was afraid I was going to break one more silent promise to her before the dawn. I listened with a growing rage just being held in check as she described his fucking perversion the sick twisted walking dead fuck.
She was such an innocent still, that she had no idea what she was describing when she told me about the strange breathing and the wetness on her tummy after he’d lifted her sleep top and she’d laid there in stark fear pretending sleep.
That had been two nights ago, the fucker had been escalating. I’d gotten there in the knick of time. I broke out in a cold sweat when I thought of what could’ve happened had I not gotten that call when I did.
When she started shaking hard enough that I could hear it from where I sat, I knew that I had to go to her. There was no more danger of me fucking her tonight. Her little story of near rape had squelched that shit for the time being.
I had a hard-on for something else now. It had been a long time since I’d capped an asshole. Whether on foreign or domestic soil, I have no problem pulling the trigger. This one was gonna take some careful planning though.
I laid on the bed next to her and pulled her down into my arms, holding her close until she got over the shakes. When I felt her relax a little I was able to breathe easy again.
“You’re okay babygirl, you’re going to always be okay from now on. I’m sorry that happened to you, sorry I wasn’t there to protect you, that’s on me not you. Look at me.” I lifted her chin with my finger so that I could look into her face.
“None of this was your fault do you hear me? Nod your head so I know you hear me.” I waited for her to acquiesce before going on. “Tell me you believe me.” Her little voice assured me that she did. “I believe you.” I pulled her into my chest and tried to show her with that one touch just how fucking special she was.
It was almost surreal to be here with her like this finally. I inhaled her scent thinking she was safe enough, what with the conversation being what it is.
Big fucking mistake. My dick perked right the fuck back up at the first whiff. She was cuddle soft and sweet, a very dangerous combination right now. I was like a fucking deer in headlights.
I couldn’t very well jump out the bed and run, but I couldn’t let her feel my need either, not after the story she’d just told. She’d probably think I was the worse kind of asshole.
I tried breathing exercises, counting fucking sheep, everything I could think of to take down the swelling in my too tight jeans, but nothing worked.
I wanted her and I wanted her now. It was only years of discipline that kept me from turning her to her back and sliding in between her thighs. She had no idea the whole time of the war that was going on within me as she rested against my chest.
I let my mind drift, anywhere but here and now. I mulled over what I had to do next to make up for the complete fucking mess I’d made of things.
The one good thing was that she still seemed pretty well rounded and sweet as fuck even after all that she’d endured. I was going to do everything in my power to erase the ugliness from her memory, but there was no way I was ever gonna forget.
I didn’t let my mind dwell on what she’d told me, I couldn’t lose my shit in front of her. I never wanted her to fear me and I know me in a rage was sure to do that.
I kept my lower body well away from her even as I held her in my arms, because contrary to what I’d thought when I came over here, her nearness alone was enough to leave me hard as fuck.
I didn’t ask her anything more, just held her until she calmed down and dropped off. I didn’t want to move, she felt so right there in my arms, just like I knew she would. I kissed her hair, I figured I could give myself at least that much, and she sighed and snuggled closer.
Chapter 7
Creed
I listened to the rhythm of her breathing until it evened out in sleep. A quick look at my watch told me that it was already close to three in the morning. She had to be tired so that should give me a solid five to do what I had to do.
It had taken me longer to get here because she was on the back of my ride, but if I make the trip solo it would take me half the time. Back and forth, in and out, this shit could not wait.
I made doubly sure that she was out, left a message just in case she woke up before I got back, secured the door and headed out. No one was getting past that door I made sure of that shit.
I hadn’t planned on doing this now, had thought I’d put some more distance between us, get the whole story shit like that. But what she’d shared with me tonight was more than enough.
My crew will pitch a fit when they find out I’d done something on my own, they’ve become over protective old women lately. Like they think success had broken my teeth and turned me into a fat cat with no more spine.
Then again that can’t be true, they know I still fuck shit up, but they like to think they’re protecting me. My fucking entourage!
I should probably call Law as backup, but somehow that wouldn’t be the same. I needed to do this on my own, needed the satisfaction of seeing their fear, and being the one to exact vengeance for what they’d done to me and mine.
I could hear her little voice and see her body tremble as she relived the horror of that disgusting fuck standing over her pulling his fucking plug. I’ma give that fat fuck something to pull on. A fucking stub!
I ate up the distance between us, making it in half the time. The streets tend to be empty at fuck this shit o’clock in the morning; people got shit to do when the sun comes up.
It was just me the open road and my thoughts. I had to talk myself out of killing them both once I got there, but I couldn’t see doing that shit while she was in a hotel room all vulnerable and shit. I couldn’t take the chance of backlash; nothing was going to come between me, and her.
When I do them there won’t be a fucking whiff of my scent anywhere near. With that shit finally set firmly in my head I was able to think clearly again. I might not be able to end the disgusting fuck, but I was gonna make him sorry he’d ever even had the fucking thought to touch her, the fuck.
I killed the lights and the engine a little ways down from the house and walked in. The lights were out but he hadn’t gone anywhere, the pieces of his ride had been picked up and laid up against the garage.
I made sure to keep to the shadows just in case some enterprising night owl was lurking about as I headed for the backdoor.
I made quick work of picking the lock and eased my way in, heading straight for their room. It registered that I’d never really paid much attention to the place before, but at least I knew the layout.
It was easy enough to see his lump under the covers in the moonlight. I made my way to his side of the bed and just stood over him, letting the hate fester. The pig was snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors so I was pretty sure if he stopped she’d notice.