She was hesitant to do even this and I had to bite back the anger. Good thing I knew what she liked and since it was already late I went ahead and chose for her.
“I’ll get you the buffalo wings and that salad that you like.” They were about all she ever ate when we were together so I knew they were her favorites. “Do you want dessert baby?” Her blush didn’t make sense until she told me that the bitch had been denying her dessert for the last couple of years because they would make her fat and ugly.
It seems that my staying away had given her carte blanche to fuck with what’s mine. Too bad for her, she’d chosen the wrong motherfucker to fuck with.
I didn’t let on to anything that was going on inside me, just placed the order and added a slice of double chocolate cake for her. Her eyes lit up at mention of the treat and I added a few more thumps to Dee and Sal’s asses when I got ahold of them.
By the time room service showed up she was a little more relaxed. I’d stopped asking her the hard questions and had kept things light, just asking her about some show she was into on TV. I’m surprised the bitch let her enjoy that much, because it seemed like she’d been bent on destroying my babygirl’s every pleasure.
I wasn’t surprised that Dee and Sal had taken me for a chump. There was no way they could’ve known my true nature, since I’d never shown it to them. Not that many knew it to be honest, except for those who’d ran the streets with me, and the men and women I’d served with.
The fact that I’d been an absentee guardian, had no doubt given them the impression that I didn’t really care. And so they’d taken that as a green light to continue shitting all over her the way her father had for the first half of her life. Little did they know, he might’ve gotten off easy, but they were in for a world of fucking hurt.
I made sure she ate, and by the way she picked at her food I was inclined to believe the bitch had monitored even that. I had a lot to make up for it seems. What must she think of me? It couldn’t be any worse than what I thought of myself.
“Get some sleep sweetheart, you don’t need to clean that up.” I took the dirty dishes from her and placed them back on the tray on the table. She’d eaten all her food and seemed surprised that no one was going to stop her halfway. Just what the fuck had those two monsters done to her anyway?
Don’t think about that shit Creed, not now, it’s late. Take your hotheaded ass to bed and get some rest. Come at it fresh in the morning. Sometimes I wish my conscience would take a flying fucking leap off a bridge.
With food out of the way, my mind went back to its earlier pastime, which was making love to her in every way imaginable. Poor kid, by looking at her it was hard to tell if she’d ever be able to handle me, all of me, and not just in the sack. I’m not exactly the easiest person to get along with. I have some fucked up ways and ideas that I’d picked up along the way.
I’d made up my own rules and by-laws since I’d been old enough to understand how shit worked. It was fucked that she’d lived the life she had, and was now in my clutches. I won’t abuse her, far from it. But I’m going to be a restrictive fuck where she was concerned.
Because of the shit I’d seen along with my natural instinct to dominate, she was in for it. I know me, and I know what I want from her, and for her.
I know that when I fuck her for the first time, it will be more of a branding than anything else. I’d already made up in my mind that she was going to belong to me in every way possible. The kid I was planning to plant in her was just the beginning.
I’ve already started moving shit around in my head to accommodate this change. No one knew I was bringing her home. Those who knew of her existence were few and far between, and none of them had any idea of what I really felt for her. The only one who knew that I was all the way gone over her was Lawton, and that was because I’d gotten toasted one night and spilled my guts.
He’d since lost his family so he probably didn’t remember that long ago night and what had been said. If he did he never once brought it up. Not that I was worried about being judged, Law now had his own young bride and from what little he’d told me, he wasn’t in any better shape than me.
I had one glaring problem that I could see, and that was the men around me. My life was one of hard living and the men and women I surrounded myself with were of that ilk.
I’ve never denied anyone anything, by that I mean I’ve casted off many a female before who’d moved on to someone else in the crew. It’s just the way of these things. Some innocent soul might lose his life over this one though. I’m pretty sure if any one of those fucks looked at her cross-eyed they might lose that eye.
I’ve never had occasion before now to worry overmuch about my life choices, but now with her, things were going to be different. I couldn’t subject her to the same bullshit I’d let the other skirts endure. I know for damn sure there wouldn’t be any moving on from me for her. She’d be lucky if I ever let her out my damn sight, at least for the first couple years.
That right there is why I’m pretty sure that if anyone else looked at her there was a good chance I’d try to end the fuck. How the fuck was I supposed to keep that shit from happening when I’d never implemented any kind of restrictions in the past? More importantly, how was she going to adjust to my way of living?
I wasn’t really too worried about the guys. One five-minute conversation with them should clear shit up; it was the women I was more concerned about. I’m not that fucking stupid that I don’t know what it would mean taking an innocent like her in the midst of those hardcore women.
Especially since I’d bedded a few of them at some point or the other and had left it there, no strings. I was also aware that more than one of them was still holding out hope of getting that brass ring, and might see her as competition, when there really was none. She was it, she’s always been the one, the only.
I’ve been in charge of shit long enough to know that women don’t heed too well, especially when there was a younger and prettier model as part of the equation. I’d never given any woman false promises about anything that we’d shared, but I know that that didn’t stop some of them from hoping.
What the fuck are you thinking about, are you pussy? The crew is yours, the place is yours, whoever don’t like the way shit is can get fucked. With that shit finally settled in my mind, I put it away for later and tuned back into her.
She was fluffing the pillows and tugging on the sheets before settling down. Every move, every twitch was caught by my eyes as I laid on the other bed trying to control my cock with my mind. This fuck was gonna stay hard for the next few days until he got what he wanted and there isn’t shit I can do about it.
Instead I amused myself with ways to destroy her aunt and the fucker she was shacked up with. If I’d been any kind of guardian, I would’ve imposed some stipulations. One of them being she couldn’t have a man around my girl. Silly me, I believed her bullshit about wanting what’s best for her niece.
When she finally settled down and stopped her tossing and turning I was able to rest easy thank fuck. I closed my eyes and settled my mind with my ears pricked for any sound that didn’t belong.
I really wanted to ride through the dark, back the way we’d come, and finish the two who’d used me to hurt her, but I wasn’t going to leave her in a hotel room unprotected. From now on, I’m gonna make sure she’s shielded at every turn.
With my mind settled and no more movement coming from the other side, I let myself relax and drifted off. With all the bullshit out of the way the reality that she was here with me kicked in and I smiled in the dark.
Who would’ve thought this day would come? That the little girl I’d rescued that night so long ago would come to mean so much to me? How was such a thing even possible? If I were into that sappy shit I would think it was fate.
But I had to admit if only to myself, that it was almost like we’d been destined for each other. We both came from fucked up beginnings and had seen the shittier side of life at a very young age. Then we’d found each other in a most unconventional way, but still, she was mine. Had been in one-way or another since the day we met.
Now in a few more days if I make it, she was going to be mine in every sense of the word and nothing and no one was ever going to fuck with her again. I’ll make it up to her if it’s the last thing I do, make up for all the heartache I’d inadvertently caused by being a fucking dupe.
On that note I turned on my side and prepared to sleep until morning. Tomorrow was the start of our life together. I might have to wait a few days to put her under me, but starting tomorrow I was going to start staking my claim.
I hope like fuck she was able to deal with this shit because there was no alternative. I’d already made up her mind for her.
Chapter 6
Jessie
I’m too excited to sleep. What does it all mean? Why had he come? Why now? And the way he looked at me, the way he reacted when he saw my naked body. It had given me butterflies, nothing at all like when…
I cut myself off before the thought could take ahold of me, not here, not now. I wanted to think only of Creed. He was back. It had been so long. Sometimes I thought I would never see him again, I cried myself to sleep many a night over that.