Multitasking, I rush down the hallway to the girls’ bedroom where they’re holed up having a movie marathon. What they’re watching, I don’t know and don’t have the time to figure out if they can transfer it to one of their laptops or not.
“Girls!” I shout, rounding the corner and walking into their bedroom. “Need y’all to gather your shit and follow me.”
“What shit and why?” Chaney asks, her body going ramrod straight when she sees the angst on my face. “What’s going on, Nova?” She’s now up on her knees, with her hands clamped on her sister’s shoulders. “We can handle it if you talk to us.”
Swiping my tongue across my bottom lip, I consider what they should know versus what they shouldn’t. In the end, I decide fuck it and tell them everything. “As you know, Icer and Shade have been following your father in an attempt to capture him. They finally sniffed out his trail and are somewhat behind him. Girls, he’s heading this way and we believe he’s coming after you.”
“Because you didn’t pay him what he demanded, right?” Freyja asks, her voice steady which makes me proud.
She’s gotten better about putting her fears behind her and concentrating on getting shit done while voicing her opinions at the same time. Her growth into the beautiful woman she’s become has been remarkable to watch. Both of these girls, as they’ve matured, has called to me on a level I’m not ready to think about.
I’m a selfish bastard because I want them both, which is why I’ve been keeping my distance from them, just not to the point where they’d recognize what I’m doing and ask questions about why it is I’m doing it. They’ve done nothing wrong and I don’t want them to feel guilty and carry the burden of my carnal feelings.
That’s on me to deal with and I’ll do it, and cross my fingers that I don’t give into the urges that keep steadily growing. I’m a man, I don’t have to be ruled by my dick. Now if I could get him onboard and convince him to stop standing at attention anytime he’s in the same room as them, that’d be miraculous.
My balls stay blue until I can hit the shower and rub one out. I can’t help it, they’re both beautiful women and I should feel bad that their faces are the ones I envision as I take care of my hard on, but I don’t. That may make me a bastard, but it’s the only way I can make my dick go down.
“Yeah, it’s because I didn’t pay him,” I admit, answering Freyja’s question. “Just like the government, the Kings don’t pay ransom demands nor for a person’s flesh, and that’s basically what he asked for. You’re people, not objects.”
“Because nobody fucks with the Kings,” Chaney quips.
“Or their family,” Freyja adds.
“Damn straight they don’t,” I growl.
“What do we need and where are we going?” Chaney asks, tossing on her socks and shoes. “And how long will we be there?”
“I have a safe room in the back of my closet, that’s where I’m going to stash you two until this is over with. It will only open from the outside with a code as well as my thumb print. If anything were to happen to me, you can still get out from the inside, but you will have to insert a code in order to escape. Before you even ask, no I won’t tell you what that is because I don’t want either of you sacrificing yourselves for me and my brothers. Booker is staying behind at the clubhouse to man the operation from his computer room. He’ll have eyes on this place at all times and will direct us to where your father is which he’ll tell us through our comms. So you two don’t need to worry about us, we’re going to be fine.”
“So that's where we’re going but it doesn’t answer the rest of my questions, Nova,” Chaney says, gritting her teeth and giving me a narrow-eyed stare. “And I don’t like that we’ll be trapped there, but I trust you and know you’re going to be alright, so I won’t argue with you.Yet.”
“I don’t have a timeline for you, Chaney, which is why I can’t answer that for you. As far as supplies go, prepare for being there for hours. You’ll need snacks, drinks, electronics, books, pillows, and blankets. There’s a cot in there as well as a lamp and plugs so make sure you bring your charging cords.”
“What happens when we need to use the restroom?” Freyja asks, looking appalled that she may have to hold her bladder for an extended period of time.
“I have a camping toilet I can grab from the shed and put in there for you. But I’d suggest you hold it for as long as you can because you won’t be able to go more than twice before it fills up.”
“How many of those do you have? We’ll need a couple,” Chaney harrumphs.
“Take a cup with you then because one’s all I’ve got,” I tell her.
“Oh, this is going to be fun.” The snarky way Chaney says that ignites a fire inside of me, one I’ve been able to snuff out but it’s been a test of my self-discipline and getting harder to deny each time she opens her mouth and gives me a tongue lashing attached with that saucy attitude of hers.
There’s something about that sarcastic temperament she dishes out that gets my engine revving and it’s getting harder to find the off switch so I can shut that shit down. All I want to do is kiss the sassiness out of her and leave her dumbfounded from the way I possess her.
And that’s exactly what I’ll do if I ever get my hands on her—I’ll own her heart, body, and soul because I’m a possessive sonofabitch who is territorial to boot. I don’t mess around when I claim someone or something as being mine. That’s one of the many reasons why I’ve steered clear of forming any sort of relationship with a woman. I’m a jealous neanderthal who’s domineering in the bedroom and selfish when it comes to sharing my woman’s attention.
With anyone.
In other words, I’m an asshole. Plain and motherfucking simple. My mother always told me I was a needy bastard, and with these girls, I can say with certainty that she’s right. It’s why I’m happyand content that they want to stay here and not head out on their own. I want them all for myself.
“Life can’t always be fun, Chaney,” I scold her. “Now gather your shit and I’ll go grab that camping toilet from the shed. I’ll meet you in my room in ten minutes.”
“Fine,” she utters.
“Fine,” I call back over my shoulder, using the same tone she did with me while readjusting myself behind the zipper of my jeans. The fucker’s as solid as a steel pipe. “Damn woman’s going to be the death of me.”
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