I pulled into the driveway and entered the kitchen with the cat carrier and the gym bag I half-assed filled with her clothes and the other shit I grabbed. If this weren’t so fucked up, anyone would have thought I was returning home to my wife after running errands for her. I am genuinely obsessed with this woman because otherwise, this would have played out differently.
If she were just an ordinary prisoner, I would have dropped the cat off at a shelter, and that would have been the end, but I felt I owed her for the predicament I put her in. I set Tuna down on the floor along with the gym bag and ran back to my car to grab the food and cat litter.
When I entered the kitchen again, my brother Joey was holding the cat, standing near the island with a surprised look on his face.
“What the hell are you doing with this guy? You fucking hate having cats in your house.”
I cocked my brow as I set the litter down on the floor and threw the canned food on the table.
“It’s not my cat. It’s Kits. When I grabbed her last night, I obviously didn’t have time to grab him, too. I was kind of in a rush to get out of there. He is only here for the night. I will bring him into the office tomorrow and find him a home. I need you to fill up his shit pan with litter and put down some food and water while I go to Kit’s room. The doctor should be here in a few minutes. I take it she is still out cold?”
Joe furrowed his brow at me. “Yes, she is still sound asleep. She hasn’t moved since you left. You must have given her a good amount of drugs to put her out for so long, and why the hell do I have to take care of the damn cat? Don’t you have a housekeeper for this shit?”
I grabbed the gym bag from the floor, clutching it tightly.
“Just do what I told you to do, Joe. Take two guesses why my housekeeper will not be coming anymore, and since you are my assistant, her job falls into your lap. Do you have an issue with that?”
My brother smiled at me while he stroked and cuddled Tuna before releasing him.
“Ok. No problem. You know I always do as you ask, Atlas; I am just a bit surprised by your current situation, that’s all. I’ll take care of the cat and babysit your prisoner when you leave. No more questions. I promise.”
My brother knew my cash reserve for bullshit was empty. He was smart enough to know it was time to stop busting my balls before I hauled off and punched him. Joey is not the type who can handleviolence in any form. He would probably have curled up on the floor and cried if I had hit him.
He was usually obedient to my commands and questioned nothing I did, but I knew he would be curious about the girl. I left him with the cat and headed for Kit's room.
Once inside, I unpacked the gym bag, hanging everything up in her closet. I put her panties, bras, and other delicates into her bureau drawers. She will have a new wardrobe this week. I will choose all her lingerie and underwear, and Joe can take care of the rest.
She needs to look pretty for all the kinky adventures I have in store for her. Just thinking about it makes my dick smile. What else is fucking new? When I finished hanging her clothes, my brother peeked inside the door.
“The doctor is here. Do you want me to send him in?”
I nodded as I put the last of her things in the bureau.
I walked over to the bed, looking at my beautiful obsession lying in a deep sleep. Her mouth was open slightly. I detected a little drool that escaped and ran down her chin.
I gently wiped the area clean with a tissue from the nightstand. I balled it up and threw it into the wastebasket, taking a seat in the chair waiting for the Dr. to get his ass in here. My brother returned a minute later, with the doc following quickly behind. He looked at me and nodded.
“If you need me for anything else,Atlas, let me know.”
He exited the room and left us alone with Kit. I shook the doc's hand and led him to my girl.
“I need the tracker put into her arm. Make sure it is deep enough so she can't remove it, and I want another one inserted in the back of her neck."
I decided to insert two trackers, but I will only tell her about one. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Sometimes, I play dirty pool, but it is for a reason. I will still know her location if she escapes by some miracle.
Sneaky?
Yes, but necessary.
I looked at the doctor and smiled.
"I also want the birth control planted in her other arm, and I'd like to test her for any STDs and AIDS as well.”
I was going to be fucking her soon. I need to make sure she is disease-free. She isn’t a virgin, and it’s anyone's guess who the fuck she slept with over the last few years.
I wouldn’t know because I wasn’t watching her then. It would have been better if she had been a virgin, but that wasn’t the case. I could have run an extensive background check on her, but I didn't bother. I am not very concerned about her past.
She isn’t a girl who would get into trouble with the law or have any secrets; I was sure of it.
