Deccan (Springfield Sinners #1)

12. Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

DECCAN

“ S he’s wearing what ?” he yelled as he held the phone up to his ear.

“Tight crop top with a mini skirt, Prez,” Reaper repeated.

Deccan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Why the fuck was she wearing that? Whenever Echo worked at the bar, she always dressed conservatively and covered everything up.

“This whole time?”

“Yes, Prez. Walked into her shift wearing it.”

“Why didn’t you fucking call me sooner?” he growled, walking to his motorcycle.

“Tried, you didn’t pick up.”

Right, he had been busy taking care of some people who needed to remember he was boss. He didn’t rough many people up anymore, he left that for Butch and Reaper. Every once in a while, though, he liked to dip his hands in blood. To feel it coat his skin.

“I’ll be there in five. Make sure she stays where she is,” he hung up.

Anger coursed through his veins as he hung up. What was Echo thinking about wearing revealing clothes while she worked? Did she want him to murder everyone in the club? Was that her ultimate goal?

Deccan would end anyone who looked at her.

He didn’t care if he got blood on his hands. If it meant keeping her safe, keeping her protected, he would kill a million people. He would turn dark for her.

He chuckled. He had already turned dark for her. Long gone were the days of innocence without blood on his hands. He had already killed for her. To avenge her.

Ever since that fateful day, he hadn’t looked back. He liked who he was now, who he turned out to be. People feared him, except for her. That was when he met Xavier. They had been inseparable ever since then, creating Springfield Sinners when they graduated from high school.

Deccan got on his bike, started it, and headed toward the bar. He knew her dressing like this her was getting back at him for everything. Telling the knife-store owner that she couldn’t buy things and Flemming that she could only have one cup of coffee.

Yeah, it was a bold move, but it was one he would gladly make again.

Echo needed to know she belonged to him, that no one else could look at her like this. She couldn’t get away with everything. He had rules for her—rules she was going to follow.

Echo was his and nothing else. His Little girl, the love of his life. The one he was going to spend the rest of his days with.

“You’re in for it,” he mumbled as he pulled into a parking spot and turned off his bike.

He sat there for several seconds, taking deep, calming breaths. He didn’t need to go in there with all guns blazing with everyone’s eyes on him. He needed to be calculated, but he didn’t know if he could do that.

When it came to her, he lost control.

Control of everything. He was a caveman, wanting to control her. He wanted to possess her in every possible way. He wanted her to be fully his.

And it was going to happen.

He looked through the window to see her talking to some friends. He couldn’t make out what she was wearing though.

Every once in a while, he could see the Little inside Echo; her Little wanted her to be with him. Deccan knew she was a Little, and he wanted to be her Daddy. Everything in him wanted to make it possible for her to be with him, but would she let go?

After watching her for hours over the past few months, Deccan had gone as far as looking into what she liked. He needed to know everything about her, everything he didn't already know.

He was obsessed with her.

Deccan watched as she moved out of the way, so no one could touch her. She still hated itwhen people touched her. He knew she didn’t like touch before however, it was bearable, but that one fateful night everything changed.

He knew she could handle his touch, though, and the possessiveness inside him soared. He was the only one she could handle.

He liked that.

Liked it a lot .

Part of him wondered if her aversion to touch was the same with clothes and materials. Deccan had looked into several clothing brands and materials in case she only liked certain ones. He wanted to be prepared. He never got to ask when they were younger.

Things were so different back then.

Deccan got off his bike and stalked toward the front door. Anger was still bubbling inside as he walked in, stopping right after the door. The whole place went quiet as he stared at her.

Finally, their eyes made eye contact, and he took her in, every visible inch of her. She was wearing a tight pink crop top with a black mini skirt. If she bent over, everyone would be able to see her underwear.

Was she wearing any? Was it a thong or was she fully covered?

He growled as they continued to stare at each other. This look should be for his eyes only.

Him only and no one else.

Deccan stomped over to her, grabbing her arm an getting close to her ear. He had already lost it, not able to control himself. Around her, all bets were off.

“We need to talk,” he growled.

He kept his hand on her arm as she looked at her manager.

“I need to talk to him for a couple of minutes,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

Before they could leave, her friends spoke up.

“Are you sure, Echo?” Hedda said, concerned.

He had Ace look into them. Hedda had two Daddies, twins. The other girls had one Daddy each. All of them went to the same club, Behind the Scenes. Deccan needed to make sure she was safe with who she was hanging out with.

Both Hedda and Monroe had brothers in New York who were part of the Ricci Crime Family, a dangerous organization. They were the two he needed to keep an eye on in case anything happened.

“Yes, I’m sure. We’ll only be a couple of minutes,” Echo reassured her friends.

Echo led him out to the back room. She looked at him, clearly bored. Deccan wanted to spank her bottom, his palm itching to do it again. Would she get turned on like last time ?

“What do you want? I’m busy,” she sighed.

He looked at her clothes a second time—or lack thereof. He felt himself get hard. If it were any other situation, he would have her up against the wall and fuck her. To feel her tight pussy around his cock.

But now wasn’t the time. Right now, she needed to know who was in charge.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”