I didn't even hear the door open. It wasn't till I felt weight on the bed that my eyes snap open and I see her sitting there looking at me. Her eyes glide down my naked body with just the towel covering me.
“Sup, princess,” I say pulling myself up slightly. I can smell liquor and smoke floating off her as she takes the joint from my fingers takes a small puff on it and coughs as what she thought was just a cigarette hits the back of her lungs.
Taking it from her I finish it and swig back a mouthful of Jack. My eyes burning into hers she breaks the stare and her eyes fall to my arm and I watch the pain hit her.
“What happened?” I hear the hurt lacing her voice.
“Your dad happened, babe,” I reply, not even hiding the annoyance in my tone. “He fucking shot me.”
“What!” she bites out as the music both on my phone and outside change over.
"Your dad happened, babe." Her fingers trace over the bandage and dried blood. Mrs H was forceful with the don't get wet, so showering definitely was an experience with one arm out the damn shower. Her touch is soft, feather like, tickling the underside of my arm and sending a feeling down to my crotch.
"Why?" She looks at me, her features stunning in the dull light.
"Why does your dad do anything he does, babe." Her lashes fall over her cheeks as she closes her eyes. I pull her body down into me.
"Me. He hurt you because of me and this party, didn't he?" Wrapping my good arm around her waist she pulls the bottle to her lips. Watching her swig back straight Jack like a boss has me wanting to fuck her hard.
"You, yes. Party, nope." She places the bottle down and twists in my arms her eyes meeting mine. “There is a new problem and that said problem has been following us and watching. So, he told ya dad that we have been fooling around.
She tenses, sucking in a sharp breath. "Well that's a fucking lie," she bellows out.
Smiling at her, "well," I say raising my eyebrow.
"Luca, we haven't even had sex." I laugh at the way she says sex.
"I know this, you know this, but do you think your dad will listen?" I try to sound sarcastic but I’m too tired and stoned to even manage it.
“Are you kidding me,” her voice has raised up a few notches to shrieking.
“No, not kidding babe. The bullet hole says that I'm serious and now you’re mine. You belong to me and where I live, you live. Where I go, you go. How about that?” Her mouth falls open. I can't help myself; I lift a finger and close her mouth shut.
“Really?” she asks me, searching my eyes for it to not be true or that easy.
“Really, babe. I told you from day one that something like this would happen but let's not get shit twisted. I only got a bullet to the arm because of the fact that we are about to go into war and your old man needs me. He will so blast me once this shit is over though.” Running my finger over her jaw line, she’s fucking stunning and now she’s mine. Her hands move down my body to my waist.
My hands grab her pulling them back up. “Not happening, baby.” I sigh “As much as I want to I can’t.” Her lips pout looking back at me.
“We are allowed to now,” she purrs out into my space, so close to my face.
“It still doesn't make it ok, babe.” She goes to open her mouth to speak but her hand slams shut over it. Her eyes go wide and I leap up knowing the way her eyes water instantly that she’s going to be sick. Pain ripples through my arm at the sudden movement and pulls on the stitches. Flicking her tiny body over my shoulder I run into the bathroom.
When I place her head inside the bowl of the toilet she lets go and fills it with spew. The hot smell of Tacos and beer laced with Bourbon hit my nostrils.
“Fuckin’ hell, Senna.” I heave. I'm not one for spew, holding a chick’s hair or rubbing her back, but for Senna I will. She mumbled some sort of shit through her heaving. Smiling down on her body wrapped around the toilet, after what feels like an eternity, she falls to sleep with her head on the toilet seat.
Fucking gross babe. After wiping her mouth with a wet washcloth, I pick her up, carry her to my bed and lay her down. Sliding my body into a pair of boxers I slink into the bed next to her passed out body.
Watching her chest rise and fall I think she is mine and I own her now. Soon the club and all that is the club will know and with that comes a new set of danger. Because that means all the bad and ugly will know and that's a threat to her life and my sanity. Because I will fucking kill to keep her like this right now. Pure, untouched. Clean, not dirty from all that is Viper.
Chapter Twenty
Senna
I slowly awaken with a jackhammer pounding against my skull.Ugh!What the fuck happened?My mouth feels like its full of cotton balls and my stomach is queasy as fuck. I roll over looking at my surroundings for the first time. I’m not in my room but Luca’s.How the hell did I end up here?
Before I can analyze the questions in my head my stomach rolls and I can feel whatever is in my stomach is about to be known. I jump from the bed and run into the bathroom dropping in front of the toilet as I expel the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
