“Holler if you need me,” I tell him, before quickly making my way to Maddie’s room, smiling when I pass by the door I’d kicked in. If she’d had any idea how hard her little chase had made me, she never would’ve chosen to run.
Turning on her light, I eye the small room, thankful that it’s pretty bare. I didn’t bring any boxes, and there’s not a crazy amount of room in the Camaro. Grabbing a clothes hamper, I walk to the closet and start dumping everything I can find into it before turning to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, I stop when I see the array of lacy things. My fingers run over the soft fabric. Picking up a pair of see-through, pink panties, I feel my dick start to grow hard. I can’t help but picture the lace stretched across her sweet ass. When I see the matching bra, a groan escapes. Fucking hell, I feel like a teenage boy who’s just gotten his fingers on a girl’s undies for the first time.
A low chuckle escapes when I fill my hands with her lacy things and catch sight of the very large purple dildo hiding beneath. I hold it up, a wicked grin spreading across my face. Maddie may have a sweet, innocent face, but I bet she doesn’t look all that innocent when she’s fucking herself with this thing. It surprises me how badly I want to see her come undone. I want to see her pussy spreading around her dildo, but I also really want to see her opening up for me. She’ll have to spread a bit wider than this thing, though. I wonder if she’ll be able to take all of me. Some women can’t. Everyone says they want a big cock, but the truth is that some women just prefer something smaller, something that’s just average. A big dick brings some pain along with the pleasure, and it’s not for everyone. I have a feeling Maddie might like it. I wonder if my littlekiskawould turn into a lion if she were impaled on me.
Forcing myself to stop thinking and to just hurry the fuck up, I toss everything into the hamper, shoving some pajamas on top so Oleg doesn’t get a view of anything he shouldn’t, like lacy panties and the big, fake, purple dick. Looking around, I spot a pair of fuzzy house shoes and a stack of books on her nightstand. I also grab her laptop, cell phone, and chargers. I debate adding her bedding, but decide to leave it since she can just use mine. I do grab the purple bathrobe she has hanging in the bathroom and every bath product I see. Digging under her bed, I find a duffel bag and smile at the memories of pulling her out from under here earlier. Once the bag is stuffed and the bathroom and bedroom are nearly empty, I haul it all back upstairs.
“Let’s go,” I tell Oleg, who must’ve gone in search of a snack because he’s leaning against the back of the couch and eating a bag of chips.
“You nearly sliced his damn head off,” he says with a laugh while popping another chip into his mouth.
“Sometimes I get a little overzealous,” I admit, walking past him with Maddie’s stuff and trying like hell to not notice the light, floral scent that’s lingering on her possessions. “Come on. Let’s get the fuck out of here and grab Kaylee. Is she still at the bar?”
He laughs, taking the bag of chips with him as he follows me out the door. “Yeah, and she’s getting drunker by the second based on the latest ten photos she’s uploaded.”
“God, she’s going to be annoying as fuck.”
We walk around the house, and he stops by my car while I put Maddie’s stuff in the back. It’ll be weird living with her. I’ve never lived with a woman before, never even brought one back to my house. In one night I’ve broken so many of my own rules. It’s irritating to say the least.
“I’ll follow you to the restaurant,” I tell him.
It’s well past midnight, but the streets are still busy. I follow Oleg to the restaurant Kaylee is so carelessly posting from. Before I get out, I send Vasily a message.Going to kidnap a girl in your section of the city. Hope you don’t see this as an act of war.
I laugh when his response isMake sure it’s the right girl this time.
He’s never going to let me live that down, even though it was an honest mistake. I tell him to fuck off and then put my phone away. Grabbing my ski mask, rope, and duct tape for the second time tonight, I get out and walk over to Oleg. We lean against his black mustang that’s parked off to the side so we’re not so obvious and eye the restaurant. The place is getting ready to close, but there are a few stragglers sitting out on the deck that extends along the sides and back of the beachfront property, Kaylee and Preston included. I recognize the black dress from the photos she’s been taking all night.
We wait while couples slowly make their way out of the place. Some get into their cars, but most end up walking or grabbing an Uber. Preston isn’t that smart. He comes out on unsteady legs with an arm wrapped around Kaylee, guiding her to his white Cadillac. Of course this fucker wouldn’t dream of admitting he’s too drunk to drive. Lucky for us, he parked nearby and no one else is close enough to see what’s about to happen.
I pull my ski mask on while Oleg does the same. “Keep her from screaming.”
He nods and fans out so he’ll be closer to her. Preston is so out of it, he doesn’t even notice us approaching. I have to give a low whistle to even get his attention. When he finally realizes something is going on, he stops, sways a bit, and then turns to face me. He has no idea that Oleg has already grabbed Kaylee and clamped a hand over her mouth. He’s too busy taking in my much larger frame and ski mask and right as his glassy eyes widen in outrage, I punch him hard enough to knock him out. It doesn’t take much. Preston’s sprawled on the asphalt, not looking very dapper at all. He’s going to be so pissed when he wakes up in the parking lot in a disheveled suit and sporting a bruised face.
Kaylee’s struggling against Oleg, letting out muffled screams and looking infuriated. Stepping over Preston, I grab my rope and quickly tie her wrists together. It’s not nearly as much fun as when I did it to Maddie. When she sees the duct tape, she screams even louder. Oleg rolls his eyes at me, more than happy to move his hand so I can smack a piece of tape over her mouth.
“Blindfold her, take her in your car, and follow me,” I tell him, more than happy to let him handle her annoying ass. I have fifteen acres of land, and like my brother Vasily, I’ve had a couple of smaller houses built on the property. They’re deeper in the woods, so not visible from the house, but having a place to securely and secretly stash someone has proven to be handy on more than one occasion.
When we pull past Boris, I get out and walk over to Oleg’s car. “Go ahead and take her to the first cabin. I’m going to need you to babysit her. Vasily and I will be over tomorrow to question her. I’m guessing she’ll be a little more open to talking with us after she’s sobered up.”
“Sure thing, Volodya,” he says, but I can tell he’s not thrilled about his job for the night.
He drives down the gravel road that leads into the woods while I start unloading. The dogs are more hyped up than usual, and they whine and shove their heads into the car to smell all of Maddie’s things.
“She’s not staying,” I remind them. “So don’t get your hopes up. She’s just here for a little bit.”
They ignore me and stay right on my heels as I bring her stuff in. The house is quiet, and I’m guessing she’s already asleep. Digging her cell phone out from the bag, I eye the lock screen, wondering what her passcode might be. On a whim I enter one, two, three, four, and then let out a deep sigh when it opens.
Jesus Christ, this girl is getting a lesson in security soon.
Not feeling the slightest bit guilty about snooping through her phone, I start with her photos. There are tons of what has to be her and her mom. The woman has the same eyes as her daughter, even if they are a slightly different color, and it’s obvious as I keep scrolling through them that the cancer is taking its toll on her. She seems to fade a bit with each new photo. The rest of the photos are mainly of a guy who’s wearing a smug grin that makes me want to punch it right off his damn face. He and Maddie are in several photos together, and seeing him with his arm around her has me gritting my teeth and swiping a little harder than necessary.
Deciding I’ve seen enough, I switch to her messages. I only glance briefly at the ones between her and her mom, respecting her privacy as far as that goes. The messages between her and the little fucker in the photos is a different matter.
“Derek,” I whisper, hating the sound of his name. As I read it becomes clear that my first instincts about him were correct. He’s an absolute ass. They were dating, and he cheated on her, and now he’s aggressively trying to get her back. When I scroll up some more, I nearly bark out a laugh when I see the dick pic he sent her. Why in the hell he thought that tiny prick was going to make Maddie realize what all she’s been missing, I’ll never understand. I’m going to be having a talk with Derek very soon.
Satisfied that Maddie isn’t secretly helping Scott or involved in any of this beyond her being employed by him, I put her phone back in the bag and haul her stuff to her room. Being careful to not wake her, I slip in the room and set everything down by the bed so she’ll see it when she wakes up. Grabbing one of the chargers, I hook her phone up and set it on the nightstand.
Instead of leaving, I step closer, watching her sleep. She’s left the curtains open, but the moonlight coming in isn’t needed since she’s left the bathroom light on and partially shut the door. The covers are kicked off, and she’s sprawled out and apparently in one hell of a deep sleep. My clothes are huge on her, but I like seeing her in them. I’m not sure what in the hell is going on with me, but I’m intrigued by her, and I shouldn’t be. I should’ve handed her off for someone else to babysit, just like I did Kaylee, but I didn’t. I invited her into my home and kept her for myself.
