I was impressed, I hated to admit. I also hated to know that she had to learn that because of her father. She didn’t know it yet but he was gone…so were her brothers, all but one, who wanted to take her away but he wasn’t a good guy. We couldn’t trust his intent yet, which was why I was stuck on babysitting duty.
She made a move to head down the hall, to where the rooms were. As she passed me, her eyes landed on mine and I saw softness there. She’d grown to trust me as we were stuck together before and as much as she drives me insane, I knew I wanted to protect her.
She didn’t deserve the life she got handed. It didn’t mean I was going to spend every waking moment with her, though. I did respect my own mental health, after all, and she could be an annoying little princess when she wanted to be.
Honestly, I knew she did it as an act. She was far more intelligent than most of us gave her credit for, but if she were annoying enough, she probably thought we’d give up on her and she’d be free.
She’d only be free when we knew it was safe for her, whether she wanted our help or not.
“In the van…you looked at me even though you couldn’t possibly know it was me…how?”
Her smile almost didn’t meet her eyes but there was a glint there that told me I needed to be careful.
“Your cologne…” she said as she passed me.
“What about it?”
“You smelled good,” she told me. “That’s how I knew it was you and that I was safe.”
She moved down the hall and entered one of the spare rooms, slamming the door. I didn’t understand the feeling in my chest after knowing that little nugget of information, but after feeling my cock harden a little, I knew I was in trouble.
Darby
I should be thankful that I didn’t have to go back to Belfast but the inability to make my own decisions was weighing heavily on me. I knew Shona was behind this, the sister that I barely knew and yet she was locking me away just like my father had.
At least here, I wasn’t at risk of being molested or groped at every opportunity. I’d been lucky to escape from every advance that came my way, but I knew my father had had plans for me. I suppressed the shudder making its way to the surface knowing just how bad those plans could have been.
The smell of bacon and sausages wafted under my door and as if on cue, my stomach groaned with hunger. Of all nights to skip out on a meal it was last night when they’d staged a kidnapping. I mean, honestly, why did they need to? I would have gone willingly.
Anything to get out of that clubhouse.
It wasn’t like the one I’d been raised in. It was nice…and rarely anyone was getting a blowjob or getting fucked in the main area. Honestly, if I weren’t my father’s child, I would have thought it a nice place to live.
I pulled on a pair of jeans that had been sitting on the chair by the bed and moved out of my room and into the kitchen. Rebel was shirtless and cooking over the stovetop. He wasn’t as heavily tattooed asthe others I’d seen but he had a fair few on his back and sides. When he turned around, I almost gasped when I saw the large celtic cross on his chest. It went from the middle of his pecs to his belly button.
“Oh…I didn’t hear you,” he said, ignoring the fact I was ogling his naked chest. “You hungry?”
“Uh…yeah, I suppose I am,” I said.
“Grab a plate,” he said, as he moved back over to the pan and continued to toss the bacon around it. I moved over to the counter and saw a large plate piled full of scrambled eggs with some kind of green herb through it, light and fluffy and to die for. I wasn’t an egg person but that looked lush. I grabbed a few bits of bacon and a couple of sausages and lastly a piece of toast and took it over to the table.
“That all you want?” he asked me as he started to pile his up.
“Well yeah,” I said. “I’m only one person.”
His smile was genuine and it changed his whole demeanour. Was I crushing on my captor? Surely not. He came over to the table and sat down and chowed down on his mountain of meat and eggs.
“You don’t like eggs?” he asked me, looking at my plate.
“Not really but they do look good, I have to admit.”
He picked up his fork and swept some of his eggs onto my plate. “Try it.”
Some part of me wanted to rebuff him and yet I did as he requested, delighted by the explosion of flavour in my mouth. It wasn’t eggy, rather it was creamy and absolutely divine. I moaned as I enjoyed it, catching his eyes darkening for a mere moment before he looked away.
“What did you do to them?”
“Old recipe,” he said, his voice a little more strained.
