“What do you think about all of this?” He asked.
I already told you, Grand… I think this shit is unreal and beautifully amazing at the same damn time!
I paused for a minute before answering and wondered if it really mattered what I thought. Grand asking me what I thought meant that maybe my opinion mattered. But then again, it probably didn’t since he had me chained up.
“You make something that helps people…I think that it should be optional whether or not they accept your help or not. You can’t force people to change. It’s still kidnapping against their will.” I said slowly.
“It’s called saving.” He stated flatly. He had a comical look of annoyance on his face.
“What you’re doing down here is wonderful…however you chaining me to you like an animal is wrong. It makes it hard to see the overall goodness of it all…plus you kill people in cold blood.” I stated more firmly.
My breath caught in my throat; Grand yanked his chained wrist until it pulled me close to him. I shuttered as my body instantly heated up from him closing the distance between us. His hand grabbed a handful of my ass as he looked me right in the eyes. His breath fanned across my face causing a shiver to run down my spine.
“You shouldn’t think too hard about the same man that had you paying rent to pay his kids tuition. Besides, I’ve killed men for less. I don’t give a fuck about something making me look good. I do it because I want to, and nobody will stop me.” He gritted out.
“I help who I choose and keep what’s mine.” He bent down and captured my top and bottom lip between his teeth.
I hated the moan that escaped my mouth when he squeezed my ass and tugged on my bottom lip. His eyes stayed open, glued to mine as my thoughts went wild.
How many women have he obsessed over? Kept for long periods of time just to sex them, then release them?I wondered to myself.
The chain around my waist felt heavier, the lock also felt colder. The strangest thing was the way my chest ached. Not from the chain, nor from fear but from the twisted obsessed look that he had in his eyes. I knew it was wrong to be turned on by his admission. It still was wrong for a man as fine as Grand to become so smitten with me in such a possessive way that made my kitty purr with need.
“How many women, Grand?” I asked breathlessly.
“I fucked a lot of women; they love how I make them feel. I’ve only every obsessed over one…which is why I find it so difficult to punish you each time you say some out of line shit.”
I’m still going to escape whenever I get the chance…maybe I won’t call the police…wait…what?I was starting to confuse myself. He released my lips then suctioned them into his mouth, running his tongue across the top and bottom lip to relieve the sting from his teeth. I sighed roughly not believing how insane this man was. What I needed was some sort of comic relief, to laugh in order to keep from crying.
“Okay, I guess you just the fairy Godfather of all crackheads.” I rolled my eyes hard up at him then took two steps backwards.
“What did you just say, Mira?” His top lip twitched, I watched his jaw clench and thought I went too far.
“I’m pretty sure your nutty ass heard me clearly.” I couldn’t resist the urge to roll my eyes again at him.
He laughed, instantly I froze up and just gazed up at him in amazement. Grand chuckled a lot but this…This was a real infectious laugh. His head tilted back, and his mouth was opened showcasing his perfectly aligned teeth. The glimpse of gold shined from his mouth as he continued to laugh from his stomach.
I don’t know why such a small moment caused me to think so deeply. I thought about how serious he appeared to be even when he smirked after something he said. The sharpness of his facial features and the blackness of his eyes always seemed tense. Right now, he released comfortably in front of me. Even the people in white lab coats paused from what they were doing to witness the laughter that echoed in the large space we were in.
“You real bold, and funny… can you cook?” He asked in a relaxed tone.
“I can cook simple things; I’m not a make everything from scratch type of person but I can make some stuff taste good.” I smiled proudly.
“Then I was right about you.” He winked at me.
He gave me his signature intense gaze, I didn’t know if this was good or bad.
“Right about what?” I raised my brow.
“I became obsessed with watching you for weeks…the sound of hearing you play that violin inside of a club full of chaos, intrigued me…” His raspy voice dropped low, he pinned me in place with a look that made my spine stiffen.
He stuffed his hands into his silk pants pocket then licked his full cinnamon lips.
“I could’ve taken you the first night I saw you…. Could’ve had my men pull you right off that stage and make you disappear before the stripper’s set ended on stage.” He continued.
My stomach tightened not knowing where he was headed with this admission. I watched his mouth curve slightly; he licked his lips and shook his head.
“I needed a solid reason…something to justify to myself so I didn’t think I was losing my mind.”
