I just proclaimed that I wasn’t going anywhere and I claimed her as mine.
And if that isn’t enough, her underwear is now in my pocket, like a stalker.
My question is if she is going to stay around after I tell her all that we know.
I already decided, she isn’t going anywhere, even if I have to handcuff her. And with that thought my dick starts getting hard again.
The creaking of the floor board tells me she’s out and ready to talk. I laid everything out on the dining room table for her. She stares at me, watching me move through the kitchen.
“Come here, angel.” I command her.
Her once slumped shoulders now straightened. Her steps are slow, her nerves racing through her. Her emerald eyes blazed at me.
God, she’s stunning.
“I’m going to tell you some things that you’re not going to be completely happy about.” I try to ease her and warn her. The squint in her eyes, wondering where this was going to take her. “I haven’t been able to tell you everything that you wanted to know.”
She takes a step back, almost as if she’s going to run, but I won’t let her get far.
“Keola,” her anger rises again, her mind swirling around her version of what this is, “If this was really a game, I’m leaving.” Her mind continues to wonder, perhaps the anxious thoughts circulating her. Her hands clutches into fists, “You can’t fuck a person and then say you have things to discuss, as if it to pacify me.”
She thinks I fucked her to soften the blow. She thinks she’s a toy or a pawn. I shake my head, “Charlotte, that’s not it. Two separate ideas.” I close the gap between us, gathering her in my arms. “I have longed to have you in every way possible, but you’ll never be pacified or silenced,” my hand caresses her cheek, turning into a grip, “Unless you want me to.”
“How do I know this wasn’t all a part of some scheme with your club? You know fuck the girl that’s getting in your way,” she barks out.
“Because,” I kiss her forehead to her cheek, “You wouldn’t be in my home, I wouldn’t have said that I wasn’t going anywhere. And certainly you wouldn’t be here in my hands.”
She still doubts me, doubts herself. I try one more thing. “Charlotte, if you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t let me touch you, kiss you,” I lean forward to her ear, “I wouldn’t have fucked you until you saw stars, more than once.” I started to get angry, but simmered down.
She takes a moment, regaining herself, “You mean, this wasn’t some part of a plan or something?”
I shake my head, “No.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t ever think for a moment that I leave empty promises.” If I don’t move her now, I’m going to be tempted to take her back to the bedroom and have another round or two with her, giving her the kind of fun we both would like. “I just got you to trust me, let me in. I’m not going to fuck it up.”
She nods her head. I pull her along to the table, about to answer all her questions.
She sits next to me, chewing on the inside of her cheek, her nerves getting the best of her. I place a possessive hand on her thigh and she jolts.
“You’re scared.” I point out.
“Yeah I’m scared. I only know what was allowed for me to know. So I know very little. It’s hard to silence the many scenarios in my head,” she answers. She wasn’t going to be like Tessa, silently accepting and not wanting to change what we were about, maybe slightly improve. No, Charlotte is her own woman and has more to think about before attaching herself fully.
That’s why I’m not pushing her to call me hers when she’s been led in the dark for so long.
“Let’s start with the beginning and what you do know.” I begin.
“Someone is recruiting innocent, hardworking teens for dealing and it’s leaking into the schools. And now, someone is covering it up or starting up again, because this isn’t the first time that someone was recruiting,” there’s a drop in my gut, she barely knows anything.
I sigh, “That’s barely the scratch of it.” I shake my head, maybe this is going to be too much. Her hand meets mine and grabs it.
“Just tell me, please.” she pleads.
“The Grim Wolves isn’t just a club for enjoyment. First and foremost, we are a family, people that take care of each other. They were there when I needed them when I came here for a fresh start after the island, after the force. I protected people from criminals, I found a way to do that still with the club, just in a creative way." The softness in her eyes tells me she’s listening.
“I overlook shipments for businesses, keeping businesses clean enough to keep enough criminal activity low. The club never deals with drugs or trafficking, and if anything we try to put an end to it, but businesses need to import special items, we look over it. We are a true club, we aren’t the enemies, but we aren’t angels either.”
