Chapter 11
Hodge
Fuck. Her mouth. Her defiance. The look of lust dancing in her eyes. I could have her. I could have her under me, over me. I could have her any fucking way I wanted her, and I know it.
But she doesn’t deserve that. Not some fuck like me. She doesn’t deserve to live the life I live. Neither did they. I ruined them. I won’t ruin her the same way. But toying with her is so much fucking fun.
She finally took a shower, and I managed to find some clothes for her to put on. She walks out into the main room with a pair of Rig’s sweatpants and one of his t-shirts on. The thought of her having his clothes on pisses me off a little.
She looks up and spots me watching her before I motion for her to come over to me. She does and sits down in the chair across from me. I grab my beer and bring it to my lips, taking a long pull as she watches.
“Keepin’ you might be a good idea,” I tell her.
“Why is that?”
“I like lookin’ at you.” She snorts a laugh, and I can tell by the look on her face that she doesn’t believe me. Not that it matters to me.
“Why am I here?”
“I wasn’t gonna send you where they wanted you to go. It’s not for girls like you.”
“What the fuck does that mean? Girls like me?” Now I chuckle. I like her all riled up.
“Good girls. Girls who don’t know what kind of shit is out there in the world.”
“I hate to tell you, Hodge, but I know,” she says, causing my cock to strain against my jeans when she says my name.
“No. You know a piece of shit boyfriend. That’s all you know,” I tell her. She shakes her head, huffing out a breath before shoving out of the chair.
“Sit down,” I demand. She looks over at me and must see the darkness in my eyes because she sits back down on the chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “Good girl.” Her cheeks turn pink at my words, and I can tell she likes the way I talk to her.
Maybe her little boyfriend talked to her like this, but it wasn’t the same.
“Can I leave?”
“Where will you go?”
“I don’t know. Not here,” she says, glancing around the room.
“Don’t like it here? You didn’t seem to mind the night you came.”
“I didn’t say that. I just don’t want to be here.”
“You don’t want to be here, or you don’t want to be here with me?” I ask her. Now she drags her gaze back to mine.
“I’m not here with you.”
“You’re sleepin’ in my bed tonight,” I tell her.
“No, the hell I’m not.”
“Oh, you are. It’s the only open bed, sweetheart.”
“You’re crazy!” She snaps before standing again.
This time I stand too. I stalk toward her retreating body, clamp one hand on her waist, and with the other, I slap her ass hard.
So hard she yelps. Before she has the chance to move, I step in closer to her.
So fucking close, my cock presses against her ass, and I know she can feel it.
“You’re gonna learn that walkin’ away from me isn’t that easy, Kemah.”
“What is it you want?”
“Hmm. There are so many things I want that I can’t even begin to tell you.
But for now, I want to know how you got in that van.
Was it the boyfriend?” I ask her, my lips hovering so close to her neck.
I could lick her, taste her, and maybe I will.
I reach up and brush the hair away from her neck and lean down, letting my lips barely graze her flesh.
She sucks in a breath, and I love every second of it.
“You can’t do that.”
“I just did,” I say before doing it again. “Was it the boyfriend?” I ask once more.
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky, but I know that’s just because of how close we are.
“Why?”
“He said … he said that I needed to be watched since I can’t behave.”
“So you’re a bad girl, Kemah? What did you do that was so bad?”
“I … I don’t know. He doesn’t like it when I talk back.”
“And you talked back to him?” She nods. “What did he do then?”
“He tied me to the dresser and left me there for days,” she says in a near whisper. Anger surges inside me, and I find myself swallowing down a growl that threatens to break free.
“And the van?”
“He came back today and told me I was leaving. I was forced to go.”
“What the fuck is this?” I hear my dad and pull away from her. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t know what to do.
“You remember Kemah.”
“From the hospital, right?” he says, a smile crossing his face. He walks toward her and holds out his hand; hesitantly, she takes it.
“That’s right. She came to see how I was doin’.” I don’t know how much I should tell him, considering I don’t know much myself.
“It’s good to see you. Glad you’re here,” he tells Kemah, before pulling his hand away.
“Don’t let Hodge scare you off. Or all these damn decorations,” he says, motioning to all the Christmas shit the girls have put up.
Just as I’m about to say more, the girls come in.
I glance over and see Kiki eyeing Kemah right away, which doesn’t surprise me. She does this to every girl near me.
“Who is she?” Kiki asks in a fake cheerful tone. Here we go.
“This is Kemah,” I tell her. She slides up next to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me from the side, all while eyeing Kemah.
“I’m Kiki.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kemah says softly. My dad is about to say more, but I catch his attention and shake my head. It’s better if Kemah doesn’t know the dynamics right now. She isn’t going to be staying long.
“You have fun shoppin’?” I ask Kiki.
“It wasn’t bad. I got you something.”
“Stop buyin’ me shit,” I tell her. She huffs and pulls away from me, strutting back over to where she left her bags. Kemah stands there, wringing her hands in front of her, unsure what to do.
“You hungry?” I ask her. She shakes her head. She’s lying. I can hear her stomach growling from here.
“Yeah, right.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I can hear your stomach, Kemah. Don’t lie to me if you’re hungry,” I tell her. “How long were you tied up for?”
“Days, I don’t know.”
“Fuck,” I grumble under my breath. “Come on.” She follows behind me as I walk to the kitchen and pull some things out of the fridge to make food. I’m not the best cook, but I’ll try.
Kemah doesn’t say anything as she sits on the stool and waits. I don’t know what’s going through her head right now, and I don’t like that. I want to know. I need to know what the hell happened and where the fuck this boyfriend of hers ties into it all.
I finish the chicken and noodles, putting some on plates for both of us before setting it in front of her. She picks up the fork and begins to eat, and I know she must be starving after days of having nothing.
“This is really good,” she says with a half smile.
“I did my best.” We eat in silence until Amber, a club girl, comes into the room. She looks between us, narrowing her eyes at Kemah before sliding between my legs and resting her ass on my cock. It’s hard as fuck, but not because of her. Maybe I’m weird, but I love watching Kemah eat.
“You didn’t go on the run,” Amber states.
“Had other things to do. What’s goin’ on?”
“Not much. Your dad said we were having a party for Christmas.”
“Yeah, I heard about that. You excited?” I ask her. She wiggles her ass in my lap, and I groan as Kemah drops her fork and stands, storming out of the room. I move Amber off my lap and follow her toward the front door.
“Lock that door!” I call out to the prospect closest to the door. He moves to lock it just before Kemah can escape. She spins around and narrows her gaze at me.
“I wish I had never met you!”
“Is that right?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Now let me leave,” she demands. I reach for my cock and adjust that bastard before I walk toward her.
“You’re not leavin’.”
“What are you going to do? Huh? Tie my fat ass to the bed?”
“You’re gonna quit talkin’ about yourself like that, and you know what? I might like you tied to the bed,” I tell her.
“You’re as sick as he is.”
“Nah. I planned on feedin’ you and shit. He didn’t.”
“Like I need to eat more.”
“What the fuck did I just say? Stop talkin’ shit about yourself!” I roar louder this time, catching everyone’s attention. Fuck. What is it about this girl that makes me crazy?
“Prospect! Get me some cuffs and a chain,” I call out. Kemah’s eyes go wide as she looks at me like I’m insane. Then I grab her wrist and tug her toward me, but she doesn’t move. I raise an eyebrow and let her challenge me.
“You wanna play this the hard way, Kemah? Or the easy way? The easy way is you walkin’ that sexy ass of yours down to my room.”
“And the hard way?” I bite my lip as I smile at her.
“I can force you down there. I can force you to do whatever the fuck I want you to do.” Her eyes dance with mine when she huffs and turns to walk.
“What the hell is happenin’?” My dad asks as I watch her walk down the hall.
“Somethin’ is goin’ on with her and she won’t tell me. Long story, but for now she’ll be here.”
“Hodge,” he says as I drag my gaze over to meet his.
“What?”
“This a good idea? The timin’ and all?” I shrug.
“I just want to figure out what’s goin’ on with her, Dad. She was there for me. Hell, she came back for me.”
“I get it, son. I do, but …”
“No buts. Nothin’ is happenin’ between us. I just want to help her.” My dad nods his head as the prospect hands me the chain and the cuffs. I smirk at my dad once more before I walk down the hall to find her in my room.
“You wanna do it the hard way?”
“No,” she says softly.
“You gonna stay here like I said?”
“For now.”
“Good girl.”