Chapter 11
“ U m, I was just going to find something to eat because I got hungry.” She stuttered as she backtracked into the room.
I followed her, with my eyes trained on her lying lips. Lips that made me want to grab her and kiss them. The lie fell off them so effortlessly, and that shit bothered me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? That’s the excuse you are going with?” I looked down at her sock covered feet. “You thought you were going to get far like that?” I pointed to her outfit.
“I said I was only going to find something to eat. Where could I possibly go?” She snapped and rolled her eyes.
I noticed she hadn’t looked at me, though. When she scratched her arm, I knew she was nervous. It was the same thing she’d done the day I snatched her up. I figured that was her nervous tic.
I moved closer to her and leaned down. “There is nowhere for you to go, sweetheart, even if you did make it past this room. This whole house is locked down to the point that only I can get in or out.”
That wasn’t entirely true, but if she thought it was, maybe she wouldn’t try to escape again. The thought of her leaving and me not being able to find her again made my stomach uneasy.
“Well, like I said, I was only trying to find something to eat because that food you gave me earlier didn’t last long, and I didn’t want to eat all of my snacks. Who knew when you would have fed me again, Gothel.” She crossed her arms over her breasts and sat on the bed.
My eyes bunched together. “Who the hell is Gothel?”
“It doesn’t matter. Like I said, I was just trying to find something to eat.” Her eyes shifted to the plate I placed on the table.
Hold up. That table wasn’t over there before. I looked around the room and noticed she’d changed it around.
“Why the fuck did you move everything around?”
I wasn’t sure why I felt so angry about it, but I did.
Her eyes widened. “Because I was bored. You try sitting in a room all day doing nothing but watching TV and fucking coloring!”
My dick twitched when her voice elevated. I needed to get away from her before I did some shit.
“You know what?” I tapped a finger on my chin. “Since you want to keep being a smart ass, I got something for you.” I snatched the plug from the wall and picked up the television.
“Wait! No, don’t take it.” She got up and attempted to walk toward me, but the look I gave her made her stop in her tracks.
“Maybe you’ll think twice about trying to leave and that smart-ass mouth.”
I closed the door and walked down the hall to my room. I needed to do something about that lock in case she tried to leave again.
After putting the television in the first room I held her in, I grabbed a screwdriver and an extra lock I had.
I changed the doorknob so she couldn’t try to pick it again and added an extra lock. When I was done with that, I went into my room to watch her.
She pouted as she moved around the room. I didn’t know what she said, but I could see her mouth moving. She was pissed, and a part of me felt bad, but on the other end, I found a little joy in it. Sooner or later, I would have my way with her and tame that mouth of hers.
Eventually, she sat on the floor and started coloring. While she did that, I sent a message to the club members about a meeting I wanted to have. I knew Harold wouldn’t sit by for too much longer, so I needed to alert my team.
“If you aren’t a member of the Outlawz, then you have five seconds to get out of here.” I stood at the table in the middle of our clubhouse.
I renovated an old car garage into the Outlawz clubhouse. I could have had something built on my property, but I liked to keep my everyday life private from everything else. Plus, too many people would hang around, and I didn’t want all that attention and someone finding out about Pepper.
I had a U-shaped bar specially built with plenty of liquor. We kept top-shelf and cheap liquor, as well as an assortment of beer and a few wines. The wine was mainly for the women who came through here. We also had a pool table, dart boards, and a small basketball court. We usually ate together after our meetings, but since this was last minute, I hadn’t had a chance to get anything prepared.
On any given day, people were coming in and out at all hours of the day. I wanted to get the meeting started on time.
It had been a few days since I took Pepper’s television, and except for bringing her meals, we hadn’t said anything to each other. She was still mad, and I was… I wasn’t sure what I was. I was confused about what I was doing with her. I didn’t even know why I had her still locked in the room. Was I afraid she would try and leave again?
Once the stragglers left, the main members came over to the table and sat down. I looked around at my crew and prepared myself for what I had to say.
“I’m sure some of you may have heard by now that the Crusaders are gearing up for a war.” I let my eyes travel around the table and to the few guys that stood near the bar.
All eyes were on me, questioning what was next.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen, but we have to be prepared.”
Bear stood. “Can I ask a question?”
“Of course.”
I didn’t run the club like a tyrant. I allowed and wanted any of them to ask questions whenever they needed to and to bring me any concerns they had. I may have been in charge, but we were a family.
“What is all this about?”
I paused because, how could I tell them the reason behind it? Before I could think of a good enough response, Cole, our newest prospect, stumbled through the front door.
“What the fuck happened to you?” I asked when Cole got closer. He had a black eye and a busted lip.
“One of them Crusaders niggas.” He wiped his mouth. “Shit wasn’t about nothing. He looks worse than me. But I was told to deliver you a message. If you don’t return that girl, it will be some casualties.”
All eyes were on me.
“So it’s true you have the Wilson girl,” Ryder mentioned.
I already knew Harold was going to be on some bullshit, so I needed to tell them what was going on.
“I do, but none of this concerns you guys. I’ll take care of Harold. I don’t know what’s going through his head, but I think he’s just really trying to put on. He doesn’t give a fuck about that girl like that. Don’t do anything irrational. I’ll handle everything, but stay alert, and watch each other’s backs just in case Harold does some other shit. If anything changes, I’ll keep y’all posted. That’s all.” Everyone stood, and I was glad no one asked any more questions because I didn’t have any answers. They trusted me, and I would show them that they could continue to. “Cole, you good?” I asked as the rest of the guys filed out of the clubhouse.
“I’m cool, B. Trust me. I may look bad, but I’m not. Dude got it worse than me.”
“Aight. Don’t worry. The shit will be handled, but we have to be smart about it.”
Cole was trying to get into the club, but he hadn’t crossed over yet. He was going to, but I needed to handle this shit with Harold’s bitch ass first.
“Heard you. Let me get out of here so I can ice my shit. I’m about to let my girl take care of me.” He smirked.
I chuckled and stuck my hand out for him to shake it.
We shook hands, then he left.
I needed to get things under control before shit got bad. My only two options were to talk to Harold myself, and that probably wouldn’t work, or I had to get Pepper to agree to stay with me. I didn’t think that would help either. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and I hadn’t thought about shit going left before.
I left the clubhouse and went straight home. My thoughts were all over the place as frustration filled me.
The wind blew in my face as I sped home. As soon as I parked my bike, I went into the house and went straight to Pepper’s room.
She stood when I entered.
“Why are you here?” The bite in her tone made me smirk.
I wasn’t sure why I was here in the room with her, but something in my gut told me that was where I wanted to be.
She wore one of the nightgowns I gave her, and her thick thighs were on display. I took long strides to cross the room quickly. Her breathing hitched when I got close. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow in the room.
Pepper’s hair cascaded down her back since she took her pins out.
As I stood in front of her, my mouth watered. She was turned on, and I had this need to taste her.
“Lay on the bed.”
“Wha-what?”
“Lay on the bed, Pepper.”
She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t hesitate to lie in the middle of the bed. Her gown rose a little, but I needed it out of the way. I pulled my blade out of my pocket, and Pepper sharply inhaled.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, but I want to taste you. And if you are a good girl, I’ll let you taste me.”
I had enough of using my hand. I needed to feel Pepper’s lips on my dick.
Her eyes were low and focused on me as I climbed into the bed.
I flipped my blade and placed the dull side on her nightgown. Her eyes followed the trail I made, and she jumped a little when I ran it over her thigh.
“Are you going to let me taste you, baby girl?” I ran the blade on her other thigh.
I could sense her hesitation, and I would never force her, but I knew she wanted it.
“I need you to tell me, Pepper. Are you going to let me taste you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I quickly flipped my blade over and shredded her nightgown off her. I was eager to get my fill of her.
“Let’s have some fun.”