11. Zeiden
ELEVEN
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“Hey, stay right here? Okay? Rylee and Cali will sit with you, and when I get back I’m taking you somewhere to deal with that little panic attack.”
Her breathing had calmed, but I could still feel the energy rolling off her. Rylee was the first one to take a seat on the other side of the table with her own food. I could wait for Daisy to respond if she ever did. I lifted her up and replaced her in my seat carefully. I wanted to beat myself up for being so careless with her the second time. And why had she let me? Shit, why had she let me fuck her in the shower a third time?
I let my hand linger a little longer on her chin hoping that she’d at least blink and tell me she was okay, but I wasn’t sure what had set her off in the first place.
Finally she spoke.
“Yeah. No. Sure. What are you doing again?”
I nodded back to Cas and X who were already heading to the small gym we’d put in instead of an office. We didn’t exactly have a ton of space here.
“My boys want to talk.”
She blinked and seemed to be really seeing everything for the first time since she’d started that little panic attack.
“Oh, right. Okay. When you get back, I- I probably should get back.”
That had me stopping midstep.
“No.” I looked over at Cali. “You tackle her if she tries to leave.”
She smirked at me. “You got it, oh pierced one. But I won’t lie. I think I respect Daisy a whole lot more knowing that she took some decorated cock. Also, put in a good word for me with X and?—”
“Not a fucking chance, sparky. Not a chance,” X’s voice echoed down the narrow hall and at least that made Daisy smile.
“Daisy, stay here and don’t turn on your phone.”
She suddenly looked around.
“Don’t go looking for it. You won’t find it. Sit, eat, and talk to these two about anything but my cock.”
I hadn’t realized what kind of tension had settled inside of my fucking gut until she stuck out her tongue and finally said something rational.
“I’ve never had girl talk before, so if they want to know?—”
My finger on her lips shut her up, but truthfully I didn’t even know how to respond so I turned and pretended like I didn’t have a damn thing to worry about, at least until I had to talk to my brothers.
No sooner had the door closed than Cas punched the bag in front of him before turning back to me.
“You not only fucked senator fuck-sticks daughter, you knowingly kidnapped a judges fiancée? Great choice on your first girl to bring home, Zeiden.”
I scratched at my pec, highly uncomfortable with the energy in this place.
“To be fair, I didn’t know any of those things when I let her come with me. She wasn’t on any of the lists of probable guests. Shit, even the system I hacked didn’t have her listed. It’s like she was an afterthought.”
Cas was pacing, which was usually my move. So this was going well. Xander on the other hand?
“Where’s the popcorn when I need it? For once it’s not my ass in the hot seat. Shit, Zeid. Who knew all that pent up sexual tension would just explode like that? Told you those piercings wouldn’t keep your schlong dormant for long.”
There was a split second of thought before I threw a punch straight at him. He ducked, but I still landed a rebound hook to his gut.
“Fucking hell, you two. Stop it. Zeiden, what the fuck man? You’re our goddamn glue.” Cas ran his hands through his hair, leaving it sticking up all over the place. “Look. I’m fucking stoked you finally found someone that interests you. Shit. I wasn’t sure you’d ever trust anyone again after, well, after you know who. But this isn’t good.”
He paced some more and then he and Xander both looked at me.
“Wait. Did you say the new judge? Like the replacement for good old Sanders?” Cas said, finally putting two and two together.
I nodded and took a seat on a bench, loading up some weights. Kill two birds with one stone I guess.
“Yes. Exactly what I mean. Seems a bit strange that the replacement is an under-qualified prick that might have planned for a family tie here.”
For a few more minutes there was nothing but the sounds of weights and grunts as we all worked through our thoughts.
“And she is not a pawn in whatever plan you’re thinking up?” X asked, coming up behind me, spotting me.
“Nope.”
He started dancing on his feet like the well-trained fighter he was. Thinking. We were damn good at thinking on our feet.
“Alright. Alright. Sure seems like all roads are pointing to a giant rat. At least a murdering judge rat anyway.” X took to the wall for some pushups and I stopped punishing myself with the bench press.
“But here’s a few more pieces you need to slide into place. One brother died with some dealings with the Vipers. The other? A detective that was recently killed and gangs are suspected.”
That seemed to get Cas’s attention as he walked over to a small computer I kept in here for a myriad of reasons, one being if a thought struck, we could google the shit out of it. Just like he did now, pulling up a photo result on the tv.
“Mother fucking coincidence. Senator Ashford’s brother was the late Detective Eric Fuller.”
X chuckled. “No shit. I see the family resemblance now. I mean, more so when he wasn’t in that coma and shit. Huh. Well, Zeid, send my condolences to your future father-in-law. Had I known that, I might have made the death a bit more, painful.”
I heard the tone and processed the words, but really all I wanted to focus on was that shit might be coming together.
“I want to run some comparisons on photos from the last show we had at Enigma and last night’s party. Try and see if I can get any matches on build types, chin structures, walks, and mannerisms. It will take a while, but I have a hunch Daddy here is, at the very least, trying to do exactly what he’s promised. Silence the gangs.”
“This is the last time I wear this suit for anything except Enigma. Mental note, get better choices brought to the penthouse.”
No one was listening to me. This was just one of those times I needed to verbally process my shit. It had been twenty-four hours, and although Rylee and Cas had been back to our home and Xander had helped with a few typical business issues, I was starting to go stir crazy. Pain. I needed to feel pain… or at least inflict it on someone else.
I needed something before I hurt Daisy.
She walked out of my room wearing a form-fitting black dress that we’d ordered from some fancy department store and had delivered. I wasn’t letting her out of my sight. The way that dress hugged her hips. Damn. I had to take about thirty deep breaths as I watched her breasts in the dress.
“That dress looks good on you.”
She smiled up at me as she walked toward me, slowly, like I was some kind of spooked animal.
“Yeah?”
I nodded and repeated the same. “Yeah.”
She had heels on today, ones that brought her up to my chin and almost to my nose when she stood on tiptoes.
“It would look better on the floor, don’t you think?”
And just like that, my damn pants were too fucking tight.
I swallowed and reigned in my crazy. Too bad I was no match for her when she slid her hand over my pants, hard enough that my cock was trying its best to get through the fabric, ready for his reward.
“You know, Zeiden, that, uh, I can feel those piercings right here.”
I bit my lower lip hard.
“Yeah?”
I couldn’t get out any other damn words. That was it. Me. Mr. Articulate.
“Yeah. And you know what else?”
I kept my hands clenched at my sides.
“What?”
“I forgot to order any panties for this dress, and you know, since I, uh, I’m yours and all, maybe you should stop whatever this little vow of celibacy is and fuck me before I have to go bury my uncle.”
My goddamn mouth went dry. My heart sped up to marathon-runner worthy and shit.
“Fuck, dove. I’ve been trying to be good. Let you rest.”
She grabbed the tie that I had yet to finish putting on, and I followed her because I was a damn idiot.
“I’m done resting,” she said, pulling me toward my room. I had no idea if my brothers were out here. I had no idea if either of my sisters were sitting here watching this shit. I couldn’t come up with one clever reason why I shouldn’t just give her what she wanted.
“Daisy, we need to go or we will be late.” There, that was logical.
“Yeah. But I doubt we would be. Not if you’re quick. Because…” she stopped talking right before we crossed my door jamb, “what if I go and my father forces me back with him? What if this is the last time I see you?”
I was done denying my little dove, but now for very different reasons.
“This will not be the last time. You will not be going with anyone.”
I took her hand off my needy cock and slid it up to my hip where I let her feel the gun concealed there. Then, I slid it higher to the blades in easily accessible holders. “I can promise you, I am ready for anything.”
She smirked.
“Remember that first night when you slid that knife over my body? Would it be bad if I told you I liked it?”
I slid my hand over her neck, and fucking hell did I drag her to me so I could kiss her. Devour her.
I forgot what I was supposed to do and shoved her against the bed, kicking the door closed.
“Little dove, you are a brat. Aren’t you?” I leaned over her, claiming that smart mouth and shutting her up, except while I let my cock do the thinking, I missed the feathery touch of her hand until I felt the cold steal of my own knife against my neck.
“Oh, little dove. You do not want to play with me.” I grasped her hand with my own and pushed the knife against my skin. “What was your plan?”
I admired her even more than I had moments ago because of the way her eyes hungered for something and she hadn’t even hesitated.
“Fuck me, Zeid. Now.”
There was a hard edge to her words. This wasn’t at all about the knife or me. I unzipped my pants with my free hand, freeing my cock that seemed to do as my little vixen commanded.
I slid my hand away from my now ready length and encircled her ankle, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed where I wanted her. She never looked away from my face as I pushed her leg up and onto my shoulder.
“Whatever you command, dove.”
I let go of the blade. “What is one more scar when I’m buried deep inside your pussy?”
Her dress slid up her thighs as I pushed her open wider, gliding my hand up her soft skin to the glistening apex of her thighs. My fingers found her clit first and slowly trailed through her folds, down her slit to her entrance.
She quirked her brow at me.
“Already so wet for me? Daddy would be disappointed that his little bargaining chip was about to get railed right before another little show of power, don’t you think?”
My knuckles brushed over her pussy before I dipped my fingers inside, coating my hand in her juices before slicking them all over my ready cock.
The knife fell away as her head leaned back onto the bed.
“Don’t play with me, prince asshole. Take what’s yours, now.”
There was something in her words. A little waver in her tone like something else was going on, but for the moment, I would do this.
I lined the thick head of my cock against her tight little hole and smirked as she moaned, already begging for me.
Control was not what she wanted from me, and I slid inside of her in one hard, long thrust, damn near losing any last restraint I had as her muscles protested and then gave way around my thickness.
“Fuck, Daisy. You feel like heaven.”