CHAPTER Nineteen
Jenna
I wake up smiling from last night’s fun. I’m so sore I can barely move, but it was so worth it. I think Kidd and I had sex in every way possible, and I know I’m going to pay for it today.
Having anal sex with Kidd was something new. It wasn’t about pain. It wasn’t even truly about pleasure. It was all about trust, and him proving to me that he would never hurt me. I’ve done it before. It was either forced on me or something I did to keep one of the guys happy, but I never enjoyed it. Last night, I loved it. Kidd made me sing the fuckin’ American Anthem. It wasn’t just good, it was fan-fucking-tastic.
I stretch out and realize I’m alone in bed. I look towards the clock and see that it’s still early, so I start to wonder where Kidd went to. I take a second to shake off my sleep before I get up and get ready for the day. I start to head to my room when I notice some of my stuff on Kidd’s dresser. I look around a bit and realize that everything I own is in here now. Shit! When did he do this?
I rush through getting dressed then head out to give Kidd an ass chewing for moving my stuff without asking me first. It took me three years to earn my room in the clubhouse, and I’m not giving it up without a fight. I go straight to his office and open the door without knocking. I’m about to start bitching, but I stop when I see Kidd, Chipper, Reese, Timber, and Preach sitting around Kidd’s desk talking. Rum and Wayne are standing a few feet away, watching the rest of the room. I can tell by their vibe that they’re standing guard, making sure no one gets too close. Something’s going on, but I have no idea what. #p#分页标题#e#
I start to walk towards them, but stop when Rum rushes towards me. “Sorry, Ice. The meeting is private.”
I’m about to ask what’s up when Kidd motions towards us. “Let her in. This involves her too.”
His words send chills down my spine, because I just know that shit is about to hit the fan. I walk slowly towards Kidd’s desk and ask, “What’s going on?”
Kidd looks towards the guys then back to me. “The crew from Mateland are coming for a visit.”
My heart starts to pound, and I have to struggle to take a breath. I knew this was coming. I knew it the moment I heard Timmons was in town, but a desperate part of me had had hoped that he’d just go away. “When?”
“They’ll be here this weekend,” he says, watching closely for my reaction.
“Who’s coming?”
He shrugs. “I’m not sure about everyone. I doubt they’ll travel light, but I know at least Killer and Brew will be here.”
As soon as I hear my dad’s name, I turn around and start to run. I rush past Rum and Wayne before they even realize what’s going on. I go straight to Kidd’s room and start tossing my stuff onto the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Kidd asks as he walks in the room behind me and slams the door shut.
“I’m getting the hell out of here,” I say, digging in the closet for a suitcase.
“You ain’t fuckin’ going no where.”
I dig out an old duffle bag and rush to the bed. “I have to get out of here. I have to be gone before they get here.” I’m about five seconds from completely losing it.
He walks to the bed and leans over to face me, placing his fists on the mattress. “I said, you’re not leaving.”
“You don’t understand!” I shout, fighting desperately to hold my fear back.
“I understand more than you think. I understand that your Dad gave you to Timmons, and you’re scared out of your fuckin’ mind that he’s gonna get his hands on you again, but you need to understand that I would never let that happen. Never, Jenna. You are mine.”
No, no, no…. He can’t know about Timmons. That was my secret to tell, no one else’s. “Who told you that?”
“Chipper finally broke down and told me the truth, a truth that should have been told many years ago. I don’t give a fuck what Pop said. I should’ve known. If I had, the bastard would be dead now and you wouldn’t be standing there scared out of your fuckin’ mind.”
My heart starts to pound, and my fear crashes through me in waves; waves that are so strong that I just know at any given minute, they’re going to take me under. “What are you talking about?” I whisper, hoping that I misheard.