Zeke's Rule(23)

“Are you all right?”

“No, it’s hard. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to have to deal with men like Gerald. I was going to go to college, study, become something, and then I fell for his shit. I’m embarrassed, and I’m ashamed. I could have helped those girls, yet I did nothing. I was so scared all the time.”

Closing her eyes, she gasped when Zeke grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back against him. “It’s not your fault. You’re not responsible for everything that happened to those girls. You were just like them.”

She turned into his body, grabbing the lapel of his suit jacket, burying her head against his chest. It felt so good to hold him, and his masculine scent soothed her in ways she didn’t want to think about. One of his arms was holding her back, and the other stroked through her hair.

Alessandria gave way to her tears. They soaked his shirt within seconds, and she continued to sob. She sobbed for the girl she once was, and for the woman she should have been. If she’d not fallen for Gerald, she wouldn’t be in this position now, afraid to leave Zeke’s home.

Many times, she’d found herself staring at the gate, and wondering what it would be like to walk the street as a free woman. She didn’t want to run away from Zeke, but she did want to be free.





“What happened wasn’t your fault; I’m going to protect you.” Zeke would tell his men where to look. Gerald was a bigger coward than even he’d given him credit for. It was a Friday, and it would be a busy night. He was going to get Shakes to take care of Alessandria while he went hunting for this bastard.

“Thank you.” He stroked her hair, loving the silky feel of the strands as it glided through his fingers. The last three weeks had been good to her. The bruises had gone from her face, and the ones on her body were fading. He’d caught a glimpse of her tits before he’d allowed his presence to be known, and for the first time in his life, he felt like a sick bastard watching her when she hadn’t realized he was there.

Her body was driving him crazy, and most of the time, all he wanted to do was take her, fuck her, and keep her. She was a nice woman, and after everything that she’d been through, he found that to be the most shocking thing of all.

Alessandria wasn’t a bitch. She was a good woman, a woman that had been dealt a fucked up hand. Daniella’s mother had been a bitch, and she’d not experienced half of the evil that Alessandria had.

The tears took time to subside, and Zeke held her through it. Her time with Gerald had affected her deeply. He’d been in his office on the phone when he’d seen her standing, staring at the gate. Time had passed, she’d taken a step toward it, and then several steps back. She was afraid to go outside, and it didn’t take a genius to realize why. Gerald had made Alessandria terrified to live her life and to simply walk down the street.

One day, he was going to take that long walk with her.

Yes, he had many enemies, and it would be dangerous, but he’d lived with danger all of his life. Daniella was still alive and pregnant with her first child. He wasn’t doing badly keeping the women he cared about safe.

Zeke cared about Alessandria, probably more than he should.

“Thank you,” she said again, pulling away from him, and pulling him away from his thoughts.#p#分页标题#e#

He released her and couldn’t help himself as he cupped her cheek. She was a beautiful woman, and she enthralled him the moment she entered a room. He couldn’t look away from her. Running his thumb across her plump bottom lip, he heard her sigh.

“It’s not split anymore.”

“No, it’s not split.”

Zeke closed the small gap between them, sinking his fingers into her hair. He wouldn’t fuck her, she was still bruised, albeit fading, but he needed to kiss her. Slamming his lips down on hers, he wrapped her long hair around his fist so tightly that she had no choice but to rise onto her toes. He tugged on the length, and she moaned at the slight pain.

Her lips opened, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. She was exquisite, and he was addicted. Since he’d met Alessandria, he’d not had any other woman to slake his desire. She was consuming his life, taking over his soul, and he didn’t know what to do about that.

The sound of his cell phone ringing had him pulling away.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he said, opening his eyes, and staring down into her dilated pupils.

“You didn’t hurt me; I loved every second of it.” Again, she licked her lips, and all he saw was her tongue licking his cock. All rational thought fled his mind.