His Hostage(45)

“I don’t understand why you put up with that shit.” I’m not going to keep my mouth shut anymore. If she’s going to be mine, her mother’s going to have to back off and get her shit straightened out. I can tell this is going to be a fight, but I don’t want it to be one.

“And what’d she do that got you so pissed off, huh? I mean on the night I met you. You were all bent out of shape.” Elle doesn't have to tell me though, because I already know what she did. I got the report from Tony. It has everything on my girl. And there’s a ton of shit there. A ton of debt, to be specific. I know her mother took it out, too. She tried to file for loans a few times with just Elle’s name on the paperwork. Fucking bitch. I had to call Dom to have his guys transfer money from my account to Elle’s and wipe her debt. I know Sandra’s gonna do it again soon. As soon as she realizes she can. And I’m not looking forward to having to shut that shit down. I’ll throw her thieving ass in jail. That’s what she fucking deserves.

“She’s my mother.” I shake my head and bite my tongue. I know all about family. For fuck’s sake, I have the entire familia to worry about.

“You’re a strong woman. I hate to see you being taken advantage of.” It’s true, but she gives me a disbelieving look and I swear she almost rolls her eyes. I’m glad she’s finally getting over that shit from earlier today, but my little sweetheart isn’t gonna walk all over me.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I lower my voice to a threatening level, but she ignores it.

“You don’t want to see me taken advantage of?” she asks without any sarcasm in her tone, but I know it’s there.

“What the hell am I supposed to do, Elle?” I ask her, but I don’t know why. I should really end this conversation. We shouldn’t be talking about this shit.

“Just let me go.” It fucking hurts that she’s asking that. Even if I could, I wouldn’t.

“They’ll know. Then we’re both dead.” My blood freezes. If I fuck this up and she talks, I probably am dead. The family can’t risk weakness like that.

“We can run,” she whispers.

“We?” She wants to run away with me? It fills my chest with hope for us. But I’m not fucking running. I love this life. She’ll learn to love it, too.

Her eyes fall and she focuses them on the screen.

“Answer me. You wanna go away with me?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I don’t have anyone else.” I want her to want me, plain and simple. But not because she has no one else. That means someone could get between us and I don’t like that.

“Get over here, sweetheart.” I push my chair out and pat my thigh. She obeys immediately, walking quickly to me and sitting down on my lap.

“You would run away with me?” I wrap my arms around her waist.

“Yeah, I would. Does that make me stupid?” she asks.

“I care about you, Elle. Do you believe that?” My heart sputters in my chest. She better believe it. Because it’s true. I don’t know how or why, but I do care about her. I want her to be happy with me.

“I do.” I love those words on her lips. I groan as my dick hardens and I rock it into her ass. I’m gonna hear those words again. Real fucking soon.





Chapter 26: Vince





Fuck, today was a hassle. I can’t find those MC pricks. They’re in hiding now that they know we’re gunning for them. And I know they’ll be gunning for us, too. At least the shipments came in right this time. I toss my keys down on the table and bend down to let Rigs to lick my face.

“Good boy.” I pet behind his ears for a minute. But my eyes are focused on the stairs. It feels good to have my sweetheart in my house. Not the safe house, but my house. Even though she’s making it look more like our house with all the shit she has.

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of filling her greedy, needy cunt with my seed and trying to knock her up. The guys know we’re together. They’ve backed off entirely on the issue of her being a witness. Now they wanna meet her, get to know my girl. I’m just waiting for the right time. I want her ready. I want her to know without a doubt she belongs to me.

She called her mom like I told her to. Did everything the familia wanted and asked of her to make them comfortable with her being mine. There’s nothing standing between us now.

I smirk as I walk up the stairs. Rigs follows me and I let him, but I put my foot in front of him to stop him from coming into the room. he’s used to it now.

I shut the door and turn to face my sweetheart. She’s tied up on the bed. She tells me she hates it, that I can trust her and don’t have to tie her up when I leave. But that pussy of hers is always soaked when I get home. Her pussy knows it belongs to me. She’s ready for me every day. I know it’s 'cause she’s tied up. She says she hates it, but I know she’s lying. She fucking loves it.