“How…how did you…?”
He’s no longer in a tux but in dark jeans and a leather jacket. It’s a far cry from what he looked like at the party. I don’t know who the man standing in my room is now.
“We have to talk, angel.”
“I…” I try to move away from him, but get caught in my dress and end up falling off the bed on my butt.
It’s enough to give him time to come around to me and lift me in his arms and put me over his shoulder.
“What are you…? “He walks out of the bedroom and through the livingroom, “Where are you taking me? Luka!!”
He walks out the front door with me thrown over his shoulder, even shutting and locking my door back before proceeding down the stairs and out of the building. He finally sits me down next to his bike and stands looking at me. Why bring me out here? Why…?
He grabs my gown and squats down in front of me.
“Hey!” Before I can take a step back, he’s got a knife out, cutting into my dress. “What the hell, Luka?! What are you doing?”
“I love the dress, but I love you more.”
What the fuck?! My mouth is fully open, and I am in complete shock. Did he just…so casually?
“I’m not taking a chance on it getting caught in the wheel and hurting you. I’ll buy you another one just like this one.”
He pushes a helmet on my head once he’s ripped my dress to my knees and fastens the thing under my chin.
“I don’t…”
“Get on, baby, or I’m riding with you up front with my dick in between that sweet ass.”
OH MY GOD!
Who is this man? After he shows me where to step, I hop on the back and hold on to him for dear life. This is the first time I have ever been on a motorcycle. This is the first time I’ve ever had a man cut my clothes off me, or met the man I thought I knew so well.
He turns his head and wraps my arms tighter around him. “Keep those arms wrapped around me tight, baby.” His eyes are a burning blue flame that makes my insides go all melty and, between my legs, turn molten. “And don’t ever let go.”
He makes a move, and his visor falls down over his eyes, hiding his face from me. Only my own reflection is looking backat me, and it looks…confused and a little lost. He starts the bike, and we’re off before I am really ready. All I can do is hold onto him and hope to God I make it to wherever he is taking me in one piece.
After the initial shock and feeling so exposed on a moving object going so fast, I started to settle in and really enjoy the ride. It’s still scary, but amazing at the same time. Freeing in a way I never felt before.
The experience is over way too fast, and we are pulling into his home, but taking a different path to his garage under the house. It kind of makes me think of Batman and reminds me that I don’t really know who I am with. We pull in, and he helps me off the back of the bike before picking me up and carrying me to an elevator.
He doesn’t set me down the entire time, and when we step out, it’s into the hallway right in front of his room.
“Luka, I don’t think…”
“We need to talk, and I need to be sure you aren’t going to run from me again. If I have to tie you to the bed I will, but I am hoping we can just sit and talk things over.”
He kicks the door shut before finally setting me down. I try to ignore the bed in the room, even as I put space between us. “Luka…” “I grew up…poor.” He interrupts me, and I go quiet so I can listen to what he is trying to tell me. “A street kid. I fought…a lot. Got into a lot of shit I probably shouldn’t have. My mom…she was great. She’d patch me up and remind me she loves me no matter what. But that didn’t stop me from doing some really bad shit.”
He pauses before continuing, “I got smarter, learned how to make things hurt in all new ways for people who tried to fuck with me or mine. Here I am. I’m not a businessman, Lumi. I don’t have soft, manicured hands. I didn’t come from the same background you did.”
What? How does he know how I grew up?
“I fell into being a businessman by accident because I was good at being ruthless. And I liked it. I like buying and selling, and I like giving a little hell back to people who would otherwise step on the people under them. I’m not a good man and probably can’t even be classified as a law-abiding one in some states. Most states, actually. I don’t deserve you, but I am keeping you. And I’ll always take care of you.”
His words have me sitting down heavily on the bed, no longer caring what kind of furniture it is as long as it will support me in my state of shock.
“Luka…”
