Chapter 13
SLADE
Ileave her for ten minutes to take a call and she’s stumbling on her feet by the time I come back.
I glare at her dark haired friend.
I think her name was Bianca? Becca? Becky?
I don’t fucking know and quite frankly I don’t give a shit.
We’ve only been here for an hour and I’m practically losing my mind. The line I took in my room before we left seems like it’s doing nothing, neither is the drink I had.
Maybe because you’re worrying too much about her, dickface.
I walk up to her and grab her face as she laughs. “What did you drink?” Her eyes try to focus on me, as she squints while smiling at me. “Isabella.”
“You’re SSSlade, yea?” She giggles, the sound sending blood down to my dick. “Oh yea, you're a twin. Like three times three,” she says while holding up three fingers.
I look behind her at the bartender wiping down the counter. “Hey,” I bark, making him stare back at me. “What did you give her?”
He thinks, glancing at Isabella in my hands “An espresso martini and a couple shots.”
“How many is a couple?” I ask, glaring at him.
His eyes go to the scar on my face before he focuses back on the conversation. “Like seven?”
My jaw clenches and I grab my wallet, giving him my card. “Take care of their tab, too,” I say, pointing to Isabella’s friends.
He nods and leaves with my card.
This is reckless.
I shouldn’t be out in public without my mask or my helmet, or using my card with my personal name on it. I should be using Niko’s card that I transferred funds into but, no. I just need to get the fuck out of here before I grab my gun from my waist band and start shooting up the place.
My eyes catch her friend’s, and I walk towards her while holding onto Isabella. “We’re going to head out. Are you guys good?”
Her friend smiles and nods before looking at her boyfriend.
“Yea, man, we’re good. You guys get home safe,” her boyfriend says.
The bartender comes back with my card and I pocket it before holding onto Isabella’s waist and pulling her into me. “Can you walk?” I ask, my lips next to her ear.
“I can fly, what are you even saying?” She laughs, gripping to me and stumbling as we walk towards the exit.
She is so fucked up.
I’m tempted to make her snort coke just so she can sober up a little bit. Isabella’s talking about anything and everything under the sun as I walk her to my bike. I’m kind of scared to drive with her but luckily the apartment is just ten minutes from here.
We stand in front of my bike as Isabella goes quiet, which concerns me.
She’s swaying back and forth while staring at me weirdly. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my hands holding her face again as I inspect her eyes. Her pupils are normal so I don’t think she got drugged.
She just got really fucked up from the shots she took.
I shouldn’t have left her alone, but Ryker texted me saying he had more info on the hooded guy outside my apartment building.
Isabella shakes her head and backs away from me before she leans down and pukes on the side of the road.
I hold her hair away from her face as she throws everything up. “Everything’s spinning.” She groans before vomiting more. I rub her back and tell her she’s fine as she stares at the ground, spitting out the puke.
“Everything all good here?” I hear someone ask from a distance.
A guy with blue eyes watches Isabella spit out the throw up and groan. “She’s fine.”
“Are you sure man? She doesn’t seem-”
“Didn’t you hear me? I’m taking care of my girl right now. Fuck off,” I grunt before focusing back on her. I don’t pay any more attention to the guy as he walks away. “Are you okay, avtor?” I ask her, still rubbing her back softly.
Her face and neck are red and she is breathing slowly. “Take me home,” she whimpers and looks up at me.
I move her hair out of her face. I grab the helmet and put it on her, fastening the clips.
“I’m going to have you sit in front of me so I can hold you and make sure you don’t fall okay?
” I tell her and she nods. I put on my helmet and sit on the bike turning it on and making the engine roar.
I hold out my hand for her. “You’re okay? ”
She nods. “Yea, just go slow.”
I probably won’t but she doesn’t need to know that.
You can’t go slow on a bike.
I help her on the bike and make her sit in front of me, facing me so that I can hold her while I’m riding. When she sits down, the position we’re in makes my cock swell with blood.
I swear since the minute I met Isabella, I’ve had multiple uncontrollable boners like a fucking needy teenager.
The need I have for this girl is unbearable and I have such a tight hold on myself but I’m close to just saying fuck it and going after her.
She pushes her hips into mine and I can’t help but groan. I grab her hips, stopping her from grinding into me. “Stop, Isabella, before I fuck you on the bike in front of everyone on the street. I don’t care how drunk you are, I’ll make you scream my name, avtor.” I tell her and Isabella shivers.
I hold onto her with one hand and kick my stand up before moving. Isabella wraps her arms around me tightly as I move onto the street. She rests against the gas tank of my bike while wrapping her arms around my waist.
I weave in and out of traffic, trying my best to go fast but also make it back to the apartment in one piece.
It takes me ten minutes to get into the apartment garage.
I stare down at Isabella making sure she’s okay as I go into my parking spot. I kick the stand to the ground and turn off the bike. “You okay?” I ask, taking Isabella’s helmet.
Her eyes are a little bloodshot and fluttering. “Yea, just kind of tired.” I remove my helmet and rest it on the handle bar. “Why do you have to be so attractive?” Isabella tilts her head to the side a little bit.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“Like you’re just perfect, even with the scar. I think the scar makes you more attractive,” she says before putting her hand on my face, her finger tracing the line. I flinch when she makes contact with the scar. I’m hoping she didn’t notice my reaction.
Her touch feels like fire on my skin, everything in my body in flames.
I need her, I think as I push my hips into hers.
“You like the scar?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
Girls usually do.
When I first got the scar, girls would always look at it before giving me a flirty smile.
None of their compliments meant anything to me.
Compliments in general never meant anything to me until I met Isabella.
“Yea, it makes you unique.” Isabella smiles at me.
I help her get off the bike and put her helmet on the handle bar. I hold onto her as we walk back to the apartment. She sways back and forth in the elevator and in the hallway.
When we get inside the apartment I turn on the lights and still hold onto Isabella. “You fucked a lot of things up for me tonight,” I tell her, knowing she probably won’t remember any of this tomorrow morning with how many fucking shots she took.
“What do you mean?” she asks, looking up at me with those big innocent brown eyes.
I ignore her and just bring her to her room instead. I make her sit down on her bed and grab clothes from her dresser for her to put on. She asks me to help her take her clothes off and I agree, hesitantly.
I first help her take off her skirt and change into sweatpants. Her leather jacket is already off and was thrown onto the floor.
Next is her shirt.
I grab the bottom of it and lift it over her head, leaving her completely bare from the waist up. My eyes go down to her pink nipples and I can see they are erect.
Goosebumps spread on her skin and I can’t help but trace the swell of her breast with my finger. She moans and pushes herself into my finger.
I flick her nipple making her shiver. “Slade.” Her nipples are pointy and hard when I brush my finger against them.
I can’t help but smile at her reaction. She’s so sensitive, everywhere.
I almost want to thrust my dick in her to see how loud she’ll scream my name.
My hand travels down, tracing her stomach.
“Slade, please,” she begs and I swear I almost lose it.
“Yesli ty ne budesh' ostorozhen, avtor, ya prizhmu tebya k stene, skhvativ rukoy za gorlo, i zastavlyu konchat' na moyem chlene vsyu noch'.” I say harshly before tugging on her nipple.
She shakes her head. “I don’t know what you said but say it again. It sounds hot.”
“Stop being a brat,” I say before forcing myself away from her.
I grab her shirt and cover her body so I don’t take her in my hands and ruin her.
Because I plan on ruining her.
She’s fucking begging for it at this point.