Chapter 14
Fourteen
IZZY
I t’s been three days since the attack outside the nail salon, and Cason is still on edge. I get it. He could have taken me, and they would have no way of getting me back, but I’m tired of living my life in fear. I want to be free to do what I want and not worry about someone watching over me or telling me I can’t do something I enjoy. I spent my entire life living like that with my family. I refuse to live that way any longer. I asked if Piper and I could get our hair done today, but Cason and Swift quickly shot that idea down. I didn’t even care if they had to come with us, but all I got was, ‘It’s too dangerous.’
Irritated, now I’m sitting in Cason’s room, fiddling with the blanket and trying not to scream and yell or throw a tantrum.
“Baby, please. I just want to keep you safe,” Cason says from across the room.
“You know, at first, when I was younger, my family actually pretended to care about me, and they told me the same thing. It’s all so they could protect me,” I whisper, knowing that I shouldn’t compare them, but it still doesn’t help the claustrophobic feeling in my gut.
“You know it’s not the same, Angel. There are people wanting to take you from me just to get your family’s territory. It’s too risky. I’m sorry, you’ll just have to stay pissed at me because no way in hell am I letting them get within fifty feet of you. Unfortunately, that means staying here just for a bit longer until we get eyes on the people looking for you,” he tells me, and I know he’s right. I know he has Comp trying to get as much information as he can, but it still sucks.
“I have a surprise for you, though. Want to know what it is?” he asks.
“Does it get me out of this room and compound for a little bit?” I ask, smiling. I really am trying to be grateful and patient. I love Cason, and since the moment I met him, I’ve felt safe. I just need him to understand that I’m climbing the walls here.
“Yes, it gets you out of here and actually closer to Piper,” he tells me, which has me shooting off the bed. He takes my hand, and I let him lead me out of the compound.
“Alright, this is a four-wheeler. Just like my bike, you’re going to swing your leg over the seat here and hold on tight to me,” he explains. I feel around, automatically following his instructions. Before long, we are flying through the back of the property, which I’m guessing is all woods, on an ATV. I have no clue where we are going or what we are doing, but I don’t care. I’m just happy to be with him and out of that confined space.
When we finally pull to a stop, Cason helps me off while still holding my hand and guides me along a solid path.
“There are three steps in front of you. Take it slow,” he tells me, and I do as he says.
“Okay, I know you can’t see it, but this… this is our house,” he says, placing my hand on a carved wooden door. I push it open and gasp.
“Ours?” I ask, hoping with everything I am that he didn’t make a mistake saying that.
“Ours, Angel. I was going to ask you to move in with me, but I already moved you into my room at the compound. Plus, I didn’t want you able to say no to me since you’re mad at me at the moment,” he says as I make my way inside.
“What the fuck?” he growls, stopping me from walking in. Then I hear him mumbling, “What the fuck is so difficult to understand? I checked over all this shit yesterday. She was only supposed to add the couch and chairs.”
“What’s wrong, Cason?” I ask, holding my hands out and slowly making my way further into the house.
“That fucking decorator put a glass fucking coffee table in here. GLASS!” he seethes. “You could get cut.” I smile at his sweetness and laugh when he mumbles something about throwing the shit in the trash. He moves it out of the house, though, and then he’s back at my side.
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour around the place. We can take our time, and you can count your steps in every room,” he tells me, and I swear my heart bursts. It’s so full.
He took the time to decorate and do all this stuff for me. He even labeled everything in the kitchen so my phone could scan it and read out loud whatever it was. He truly thought of everything. I don’t deserve this man. He will care for me for the rest of his life, and I’ll have to depend on him for everything. How is that fair? It’s not fair to Cason. He wants to get married and have a family, but would that put more pressure and responsibility on him?
“Hey, where did you just go? You were just happy and excited one minute and sad the next,” Cason asks, lifting my chin with his finger.
“I don’t think I can move in here,” I whisper to him. I hate to do this, but he should be able to live a normal life, not babysit me for the rest of it.
“What? What do you mean?” he asks, and I can hear the hurt in his voice.
“I don’t want to live with you. I don’t want to stay here forever. I want to travel,” I tell him, even though that’s not true. I used to want to travel, but it was mostly to get as far away from my family as possible. Now, it’s the last thing I want to do. It’s not like I can see these places anyway, and if I can’t experience it with Cason, I don’t want to experience it at all. I know he could make all my dreams come true, but how could I possibly hold him back from the same?
“Okay, well, we could always make this home base and still travel,” he tells me, but I shake my head.
“You have the club and responsibilities here, Cason. You can’t just run off with me,” I say, turning away from him.
I can’t let him see the devastation on my face. He’s the one person who can read me too well, and I know he’ll catch onto me. I love this man with all that I am. Before my demons got the better of me, I’d been so happy. Still, now, all I can think about is burdening Cason with my disability. I don’t want him to regret loving me or resent me like my family. They always reminded me how much they did for me and how much resentment it caused. I never want Cason to feel that way; I know he will thank me later. That would break my heart more than anything else could. I can’t imagine him acting out toward me in anger, but that’s exactly what happened with my family.
“I’ll give up as vice president and just be a member,” he says simply, but he’s not getting it.
“I can’t be with you. We don’t have a future together,” I tell him and hear his growl.
“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re mine, Angel. You’ve been mine since the first time you sat your beautiful ass on the back of my bike,” he seethes. I want to tell him he’s right. I want him to know that I am his body, mind, and soul, all his. But how long until he’s tired of it?
“I’m blind, Cason! Can't you see that? Or are you the one who’s truly not seeing we don't belong together?” I yell just as the tears start to fill my eyes.
“Blind? Okay, yeah, maybe you are. You’re blind, beautiful, and fucking perfect. I don’t need eyes to see that. I feel it in my heart and in my soul. You were made for me, just the way you are. I wouldn’t change anything about you. I love you more than anything in this stratosphere. Can’t you understand that? You have all of me, you always will, and you’ve known this since the first night you heard my voice. Where is this coming from?” he asks, completely confused and hurt; I hear it all in his voice.
In all honesty, I’m just as confused. I don’t know where this little voice suddenly came from. I don’t know why these thoughts suddenly pushed their way into my head. Probably because I was happy for once in my life. I was truly happy with how my life was turning out, but I never really thought I deserved to be happy. Instead of yelling and walking out, I cave and tell him the truth. He deserves that after everything he’s done for me. He deserves to know why I want to leave and let him be happy.
“You’ll always have to take care of me, Cason. You’ll always have to babysit me, and one day, you’ll resent me for it,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around myself as the tears fall down my cheeks.
“Oh baby, is that truly what you think, or is that some bullshit your family put into your head?” he asks, knowing the answer already.
“I don’t want you to regret being with me. That would decimate me,” I tell him.
“I could never regret keeping the other half to my soul. Baby, you take care of me just as much as I take care of you. I need you just as much as you need me. You don’t get it, baby. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever known,” he says, and I scoff at that.
“Please, I’ve seen Piper. That’s a strong, badass woman,” I tell him, smiling at the thought of my sister.
“Yes, she is a badass, but you have a silent strength about you that people only wish for. Piper may have had a shitty mom, but she had an amazing dad. One who protected and looked out for her all her life. You had nobody in your corner, Angel. You took care of yourself long before I came into the picture. You survived a childhood filled with nightmares. You did that. You are stronger than you know, and I wish you saw that. One day you will, because I refuse to let you fucking go. I will show you every fucking day how strong and beautiful you are. I won’t ever let you doubt how much I love and cherish you. Fuck, don’t you get how much I NEED you to survive? Believe me, baby, it’s not you who needs me. You could survive on your own, but I couldn’t live without you.” He finishes his speech by pulling me into his arms. I can’t help it. I melt and give in. I love this man and should have known he wouldn’t let me quit on us so easily. I just needed him to really hear me and chase the demons back into the grave I buried with my family.
“Show me,” I whisper softly, kissing his neck.
“Show you what, baby?” he asks, picking me up as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Show me how much you love me. How much you need me,” I tell him, biting his earlobe before sucking the sting away. Cason growls but doesn’t waste any time. I’m on my back on the comfiest bed imaginable within seconds. Clothes are gone, and Cason is on top of me. He kisses me with possession and ownership, and I love it.
“If you ever think about leaving me or talk about leaving me again, I’ll lock your ass in this house and never let you out,” he growls right before he shoves his big cock all the way inside me, making me gasp and moan at the same time.
“Next time, I won’t tell you. I’ll just do it,” I say jokingly. In the next second, I’m flipped over onto my knees, and Cason is moving off the bed.
I go to sit up, but he growls at me to stay put. I’m not one to complain, so I happily do.
The next thing I feel is a silky cloth around both my wrists, which is then pulled to the top of the bed. I’m bent over on my knees with my ass in the air, and he’s tying my hands together like I’m in prayer. Cason moves up behind me, and I feel a sharp sting against my ass.
“It’s not a joke, baby. I won’t hesitate to lock you down. You are mine. Only ever mine. I won’t lose you, and I won’t let you leave. You. Are. Mine,” he states, spanking me with every word.
“Say it, Angel. Say who you belong to,” he demands, and I moan as he places the head of his dick in me and spanks me again. I swear, I’ve never been this turned on in my life. The possession in his voice, the ownership, has me on the edge of glory, and I’m ready to let go.
“I’m yours, Cason. Every part of me, body, mind, and soul, belongs to you. I want you to mark me,” I say, trying to hold myself up, but I’m losing the battle.
“That’s right, Angel. Fuck, I can’t wait to have my ink on you,” he says before slamming home again, and I explode. Loving the feel of him deep inside me, sliding in and out, consuming me. I can feel the head of his cock so deep it’s almost painful. I can feel every vein on his stiff rod, and it only adds more stimulation, more pleasure. I come once more, taking him with me, and feeling him thrust as deep as he can go. I hear him sigh before he falls to my side, releasing my hands and pulling me against him.
“You may have enjoyed being tied up today, but if you try to run from me again, it won’t be as enjoyable,” he tells me with a growl, kissing my forehead. I smile, snuggling in closer. It may seem strange to some, how much I love his possession of me; his obsession is more like it. Still, growing up the way I did, with people who lived to torture me, it’s nice to finally have someone care for me so much he would go to the ends of the earth to keep me. I honestly have no doubts Cason would do just that.