Chapter 12 #3
I honestly don’t know how to respond so I decide to stuff my face instead.
The prime rib melts in my mouth, a quiet moan slips past my lips as my eyes close in bliss.
Fingers grasp the top part of my thigh causing my eyes to snap open and look down.
I watch as long, strong fingers squeeze and slide over me until they grip the inside of my closed legs.
Glancing up from under my lashes, I watch Tey as he continues to eat without looking at me while squeezing the inside of my thigh like he is giving me a massage.
It feels so damned good. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, shouldn’t like it.
Hell, his friend was just inside of me the other day. Why is he touching me?
My hand covers his in a death grip to make him stop before he heads further north.
I almost choke to death on my food when he takes my hand quickly and places it right over his lap.
His cock is hard, really hard, and I try to snatch my hand away without anyone noticing but he just tightens his fingers around mine.
“How was school, Tillie? The boys told me you made a new friend already and he was kind enough to drive you home,” Franco suddenly says, my movements stall when he speaks, but I decide to squeeze Tey’s cock in a painful grip as retaliation.
Looking directly into Franco’s eyes, I feel my own widen when Tey’s cock grows bigger and harder in the tight grip I have him in.
I shouldn’t be surprised, I already know Tey is crazy from the first time we met.
I try to concentrate on Franco and what he asks until his words register in my mind.
He’s keeping tabs on me, which I expected nothing less but to throw it out there so casually tells me enough. He doesn’t trust me.
“Yes. He was kind enough to give me a ride home. I didn’t want to be a burden for you or your son.” I lie between my teeth and sneak a glance at Logan to see him looking at my hand… which is kind of squeezing and stroking his friend’s cock without meaning to.
When he glances up, it’s with narrowed eyes but I can see his intense desire, enough that it causes my breath to catch and I become unbearably wet the longer he stares. What is with these men? Jesus, it’s like I’m a virgin all over again and just found out how her body works with a man.
“Nonsense. They are happy to watch out for you. No more stranger car rides, Tillie, we are just trying to keep you safe,” Franco says slowly, his dark brown eyes crinkle at the corners when I shift my gaze over to him, his smile stiff as he cuts into his meat all the while not looking away from me like he’s imagining cutting me into tiny pieces.
It’s hard to keep eye contact and I’m the first to break away, glancing down, pretending to act submissive.
I’m startled to see my whole hand wrapped almost completely around the hard length of Tey’s cock that’s creeping down his thigh.
I try to move my hand away from him again but his strong fingers over mine hold him tighter.
I can’t move even if I wanted to, the crazy fucker is practically moaning into his mashed potatoes at the painful grip.
I eye the knife on the table, wondering if I can get away with stabbing him in a bloody mess and making a run for the door without getting caught.
Deep in thought, I notice how quiet it is and look up to see everyone staring at me like they know just where my hand is under the table linen.
“Of course. I’m very grateful to you for looking out for me and welcoming me so kindly into your home.” The sarcasm is clear in my voice, I escaped one prison and may have ended up in another without meaning to.
I need to leave, I don’t even care if it’s to a bench downtown in the cold and surrounded by other homeless people.
It’s better than being under these people’s thumb, where they have you until your last dying breath.
I’m not stupid, I know they are into some shady shit.
It’s evident in the way the guys hold themselves and seem to get away with just about anything.
Hell, Dalton was getting a blowjob from a teacher, putting her in her place when I interrupted and she followed along with it.
Everyone seems to give them a wide berth with wary caution.
It’s a look I know enough. People fear them and that will only lead to trouble for me, for fuck sakes Dalton is connected to another motorcycle club.
It’s only a matter of time before someone recognizes me or they sell me out.
I don’t even want to know what kind of business they are in, but I’m curious what Logan’s dad does for a living. It just doesn’t add up.
“We look after our own, maybe you can get to know your stepbrother and see the way we run the business. It would be just… delightful to have you in the fold. We’re family after all.” Franco shares a long look with Logan, communicating about something that I don’t like.
Before I can ask what that business is, he clears his throat and places his napkin on the table to stand.
Bending down, he kisses Diana on her cheek when she leans his way before rounding the table to stand behind my chair.
The hairs on the back of my neck rise, I’m almost afraid to move.
Diana doesn’t look at me, she stares straight ahead drinking her wine.
Franco places his hand on my shoulder, squeezing hard enough that I know the tender spot will be red, and I try to hide my wince at the simple touch.
Darkness clouds at the edges of my vision, my breathing picks up and I know I’m about to have a panic attack.
His voice, the only thing keeping the memories at bay, the threat clear as he speaks.
“If you try to fuck me over, I’ll kill you,” he whispers into my ear before straightening, and with one more squeeze that makes me wince, he lets go to address Logan and Tey. “Make sure she sees the way we run things around here boys and that she’s... comfortable.”
He leaves the room after that, the sound of clinking utensils making me dizzy. What the hell was that about? It’s decided. I’m leaving tonight. I don’t have a choice. It’s be eaten alive in this cold fucking world or survive by dragging yourself out of your grave with teeth and nails.
I’m about to spiral into a memory that never leaves me and takes days to mentally escape.
I’ve been threatened half my life by the Jokers and now Franco.
It never ends. I need air... to get away without raising suspicion.
I flex my fingers, hoping Tey will let my hand go, but he just continues eating without noticing.
I’ll get him to notice and I don’t care if Logan sees me threatening his friend with a steak knife.
He just raises a dark eyebrow and waits to see what I’ll do.
Quickly, before I talk myself out of the consequences and the punishment that will surely follow, the knife is off the table and swiping across Tey’s hand, barely missing the veins that bulge along his hand and up his arm.
His quiet hiss of pain makes me freeze, it’s like my joints have locked in place and I’m just asking to get smacked around.
The body is a fickle thing, your brain tells you one thing but the body doesn’t always obey.
At least he releases my hand. I dare to flicker my gaze up, preparing myself for the first hit.
It’s one you never forget. Only he’s staring at the trail of blood pooling on top of his hand, watching it slide down his wrist. I expected a lot of things but the wide grin and pearly white teeth that make an appearance wasn’t what I thought would happen.
“Tey, clear up your mess. Wouldn’t want to get the white tablecloth dirty,” Logan casually orders from his slouched position in his chair, his gaze watching my pulse pound like crazy in my neck, and sliding his index finger back and forth over his plump sinful lips.
A chair screeches back from the table, heels clicking fast over the hardwood floors before the noise disappears.
It could have been Diana but I wouldn’t know because I’m busy staring into icy blue eyes framed by thick lashes, the color deepening a darker blue as Tey holds up his wrist to his mouth and slides out his surprisingly long tongue to lick up the trail of blood.
I should be disgusted by his actions but the way he’s staring at me like he wants to eat me alive, makes my stomach tighten with deep need and has me wishing he would make me bleed for him.
It’s fucked up, I almost crave it.
I jump out of my chair so fast it goes crashing to the ground, but I hardly notice as my legs finally seem to be working, no longer frozen on the spot with fear, but with a desperation that makes me want to do very bad things.
“Aw, but it was just getting good. Come back, honey!” Tey yells, laughter following me out the archway.
“Sweet dreams, Tillie,” Logan says softly in that deep raspy voice of his, but it sounds like a threat.
Making it to my room, I slam the door behind me and flick the lock into place before collapsing to the floor; hugging my stomach and breathing deeply through my mouth so I don’t pass out.
I need to plan how to leave without being noticed.
I’m left with no other choice, I have to leave tonight before these guys decide to kill me just for fun.
I’m done being threatened. Hurt. Used. There has to be somewhere out there for me to feel like my life isn’t in danger.
Crawling across the room, I grab my duffle bag from the closet and get to my feet to start throwing random clothing into it.
It’s only eight o’clock at night and I don’t want to randomly make a break for the door now, I’ll have to wait until everyone is asleep.
Might as well try to get some shut-eye, who knows when I’ll be able to rest once I’m on my own.
Having to constantly look over my shoulder does get old but if it keeps me alive, I’ll forever have a crick in my neck.
Placing my duffle bag by my feet, my body starts to feel like lead and my eyes become heavy, I collapse into the plush comforter that feels like fluffy clouds.
My mind races with the possibles, memories trying to break to the surface, beating against me.
Before I know it, I’m already drifting away, hopefully, into a place where no one can reach me.