Chapter Eight #2
I didn’t get no more sleep last night. The sun is rising and I’m lying in bed, looking out the cracked curtain while Wraith snores happily in his bed.
Looking at the clock I see that it is five thirty in the morning and my stomach rumbles quietly.
I also have to use the restroom. Slipping out of the bed I drag myself to the bathroom.
On the way I glance at a gorgeous Wraith.
I may not like him at the moment but I have to admit the man is hot.
He’s just in a pair of black boxers as he counts sheep, leaving all of his muscles and tattoos on display.
I bite my lip as I check him out... he’s asleep so he won’t ever know.
He fills the front and back of those underwear perfectly and the tattoos on him make him ten times hotter.
They’re all over his muscular body, his thighs, arms, back, and some look like they travel to his front like his pecs and abs.
After checking him out I enter the bathroom, do my business and head for my bag.
Grabbing a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt with zipper designs on them I get dressed, attend my locs before sneaking to grab the second room key and leaving the hotel building.
It’s fucking Vegas after all and who wants to spend their entire time here locked up in their hotel room!
? I get to the strip and encounter a few drunk partygoers making their way back to their hotel room. I just simply smile and wave at them.
I look around the strip searching for a place to eat breakfast. There are a lot of lunch and dinner places along with some of the fast-food places being closed so I know the journey is going to be a kind of a lengthy one.
I get stopped by a couple of lights, cross the street, and spot little nooks and crannies I didn’t even know the strip had.
Finally, I turn a corner and spot a breakfast place that looks rather delicious.
I bump into a person coming out of the place.
I apologize and before entering. My stomach growls at the smell of fresh pancakes being made.
“Welcome in, we’ll be right with you sir.” One of the employees say, zooming into the kitchen with a tray full of dirty dishes.
I walk up to the bar and grab a menu. I look around, the place is pretty empty with a few drunk people moaning and groaning, probably trying to soothe their hangovers and or headaches.
A young woman runs into the place, her hair a mess along with her makeup, it looks like she’s been crying. She spots me and runs over to me.
“Please, please help me!” she begs, holding onto my arm.
I’m confused as I look around outside through the windows.
“My boyfriend is crazy and he’s trying to kill me.” she cries. “Call the police!”
I search for my phone and grab it from my back pocket and pull up the phone app when a guy comes barging into the joint. The girl cowards before running behind me, using my body as a shield. The guy looks directly at me.
“Call.” The girl whispers.
“Get up.” The man growls.
I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or the girl so I don’t move as the girl whimpers behind me.
“Move or I’ll bust your fucking face in.” he says.
I examine the man and he too along with many others this morning is drunk. His eyes bloodshot red, his hands balling into unsteady fists, and dry blood stains his cheek.
“Leave.” I say.
He attempts to crack his neck with the intention of intimidating me, but all it does is make me cringe because he didn’t do it right.
“I’m not leaving without my girlfriend.” He says.
I look around us and everyone around is too deep in their own world to notice us, great.
“She doesn’t wish to be bother by you.” I state.
“I don’t give a fuck what she wants, she’s my girlfriend and I’ll do whatever I please to her and with her.”
I shake my head. “Leave or I’ll call the police.”
He groans before throwing a punch at me. I duck and swerve behind him. Balling my hands into fist I punch him in the side, which makes him stumble headfirst into the bar.
“You stupid motherfucker!” he shouts.
He gets up and turns around. Fresh blood trickles down from his thick eyebrows.
Looking around me I don’t see the girl, I look out the window and see she’s left the building, running.
I roll my eyes before turning around and dodging another punch coming from the man.
I punch him in the gut before landing one to the side of his face.
He holds his jaw and rubs at it. He goes to pick up a chair and throws it over his head but both him and I freeze at the sound of a familiar voice saying,
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
Fuck how did he find me? Wraith stands at the entrance of the breakfast joint, as calm as could be, it’s kind of nerve wrecking. The guy turns to face Wraith.
“And who the fuck are you?” he asks.
Wraith shrugs. “Just a young man who knows how to make you hurt real bad.”
The guy scoffs, lowering the chair.
“Like you could ever do that, I’m much bigger than you.”
“Knowledge over size, just because you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean I can’t knock you to your knees like the pathetic fuck you are.” Wraith says.
I’m frozen in place, he’s so fucking calm like this is part of his morning routine. The man growls before raising the chair again and aiming it at Wraith. Wraith dodges the chair and grabs the mans wrist. Lifting his foot Wraith breaks the mans femur. He shouts in pain as he falls to one knee.
He goes to punch Wraith but Wraith catches it and uses the mans arm to bring his face to his knee.
The man falls back and Wraith just walks around a little, inching closer to me.
Wraith picks up a chair flips it upside down on a table and breaks a leg off as if it were a damn toothpick.
I mean going back to his body being on display as he slept I can imagine it was fairly easy for him.
The man on the other hand gets up and limps his way to Wraith.
Wraith grabs the mans wrist and holds it up.
Next Wraith uses the chair leg to hit the man in the armpit, the side of his ribs, hip bone, and finally across his face all at the speed of lightning.
The man yells in pain falling on all fours, panting and spitting out blood.
Wraith squats down and grabs the man by the head, his palm smacking the mans bald head.
He brings his head up, drops the chair leg and says calmly,
“Now... I can easily kill you and go back to sleeping like a newborn baby, taking him with me.”
He points at me and the man struggles to advert his gaze from Wraith to me, his eye quickly turning into a black eye.
“But I don’t want to be messy, I’m sure you came to Vegas for a good time so let’s fucking keep it at a good time, not a... bloody lifeless time, okay?”
The man hums as he tries to hold back his tears, Wraith lets his head go and strides towards me.
“Oh and I’d go get those wounds checked out, they don’t look too good.” Wraith said, his gaze stuck on me. “It’s a shame an anonymous guy did that to you, understood?”
The guy just whimpers.
“If the police are on my tail I’ll come after you and I promise you, you won’t see the end of the weekend.” He adds.
Wraith grabs my hand and pulls me out of the breakfast joint. As we leave an employee comes out of the kitchen and pulls her headphones out of her ear and says,
“Now what the hell happened out here?”
“How’d you find me?” I ask once we’re outside.
He doesn’t respond, just keeps dragging me behind him. He abruptly turns into a somewhat secluded area.
“Didn’t I tell you not to leave the hotel without me?” he growls into my face as he pushes me into a wall, his body barricading me in.
“I’m not yours to boss around.” I roll my eyes.
“You are most defiantly not because if you were I’d have you over my knee spanking that ass of yours until it’s red for disobeying my wishes.” He says.
I gulp at that. The image of being over his knee and him spanking me, like he’s my daddy is something that makes feel something I didn’t know I could. Something indescribable, yet fills me with a wonderous curiosity that I loathe by the second.
“And if I like being spanked?” I snarl in his face. “You spanking me might just turn me on.”
He grunts.
“How’d you fucking find me, Wraith?” I ask. “Did you follow me?”
“I have my ways.” He says.
“Did you put a tracker in my phone?” I ask.
“You don’t want to know.” He says.
I play with the hem if his shirt, pulling him closer, acting as if he actually is my daddy, just to taunt him, since he wants to act like he owns me. The bottom half of our bodies brush against one another.
“Oh, but I do.” I whisper.
He looks down at where our bodies collide.
“Stop.” He says.
“Stop what? What am I doing?” I ask innocently. “I’m just asking a question.”
He steps away, his back to me as he scrubs a hand down his face.
“How did you find me!” I ask, my voice rising in impatience.
“Through the surveillance cameras!” he shouts turning to face me.
I’m taken aback a little.
“Huh?” I ask.
“You fucking heard me, I hacked into the city’s surveillance and watched you walk to that breakfast joint and followed you there.” He says.
“Isn’t that illegal?” I ask.
He chuckles in disbelief.
“You’ve see me kill a man with a gun, you’ve witnessed my family torture a man to death and you ask if hacking the city’s cameras is illegal.
” He says through chuckles. “Grey Eyes if you hadn’t noticed my whole world is illegal and baby if there weren’t any bad in the world the world would fall apart. ”
I roll my eyes, scoffing.
“And sorry to break it to you, Grey Eyes, but there are some people out there who do illegal shit, it’s not just in movies.” He adds.
“I fucking know that, you don’t have to act like I’m a damn idiot!” I shout, walking away.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Away from you!” I shout back at him.
“Like hell you are.”
Looking back I see he’s following me.
“Go back to the hotel!” I say.
“No not until you come with me.”
I shake my head and cross the street, thankful that it turns red when Wraith is about to. I take that chance to run to another breakfast joint, knowing he’ll most likely find me like he did a few minutes ago.