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“Now.”
She slowly walked the distance between them, feeling like she was about to be eaten alive. He pushed off his bike and towered over her. He leaned forward, grasped her chin firmly, and stared into her eyes. “We are going back to my place where we are going to talk about what just happened between us. But, before we do, I want you to know that I’ve missed you.” He bent down and violently pressed his lips to hers, almost bruising them with the aggressive kiss. When he broke it, she’d have fallen forward if he’d not been holding her up.
“I don’t have a second helmet with me, or I’d have you ride with me. Is your Jeep out back?”
“Yeah.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he instructed.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered.
“I’ll text you my address. I expect you to be right behind me.” She nodded.
“I don’t suppose when you said talk, you actually meant talk?” she asked.
“Oh, we will be talking. My hand will do the talking and your ass is about to do the listening.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“Little girl, you will learn quickly it’s never a good idea to write checks with your mouth that your ass has to pay for. Go get in your Jeep and come pull around behind me. You can follow me,” he said, obviously changing his mind.
She felt glued to the spot, her mind replaying the words he’d spoken. “Now, Trinity.” The order pushed her into moving.
Lucky’s house wasn’t too far from Main Street. He parked his bike in the garage, and she parked her Jeep right outside of it. He was off his bike and opening her door before she had unplugged her phone from the charger. Stuffing it and her keys quickly into her purse, she took his outstretched hand and got out of her Jeep. He led her quickly up the front steps and into the house. She looked around, surprised to see how well decorated the place was.
“I bought it like this,” he explained, as if he was reading her mind.
“Decorated?”
“Yeah. Fully furnished and decorated. Apparently, the woman was in a hurry to leave and sold it like this. She needed the money more than she needed the things. I showed up in town with only my bike and a single pack of items. It was a great deal for both of us.”
Trinity had so many questions but knew instinctively this wasn’t the right time. Taking her by the hand, Lucky led her through the entryway, past the kitchen and down the hallway. Stopping in front of a closed door, he turned. “I am not spanking you in my room, because the first time we are in there together, I want it to be for pleasure, not discipline.” He opened the doorway to another room, and Trinity gasped at what she saw.
“I’d hoped to share this room with you under different circumstances. But, since this is going to be your space when you are in Little headspace, and I already had a naughty girl chairmade for you, part of your punishment is going to be seeing this room and not being able to explore or play in it right away.”
Trinity blinked back tears, not at his words, but at the momentous gift before her. One of the walls of the room was painted in a beautiful mural from Peter Rabbit. Across the wall stretched a path in the woods with Peter Rabbit, his mother and sisters, Benjamin Bunny, Pig Robinson, Tod the Fox, Squirrel Nutkin, his cousins, and a large, fat mole. Straight out of the book. She had confessed to him one night on the phone that her favorite memory of her mother was reading her the story. Maybe her Little was four because she was four when everything was perfect. Her parents were both still alive, and so was her sister. It was before the car accident that reshaped her childhood and forced her to grow up too quick. She blinked back tears.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“I’ll let Slash know you enjoyed his work.”
“Wait—Slash? Slash as in… Motorcycle Slash?”
“One in the same.”
“He?”
“He’s a gifted artist. Looks can be deceiving,” he told her. He led her further into the room. The preschool inspired room must have cost him a lot of time and money to make. Against the mural wall was a beautiful reading nook with a giant beanbag chair and several bookcases filled with children’s books. In one corner of the room was an art section. A long white table was framed with a cube storage organizer holding glass jars of crayons, markers, paints, glue, safety scissors, glitter and all the craft supplies she would need to make beautiful pictures. Next to the craft section was the prettiest doll house she’d ever seen. It was furnished from top to bottom and brand-new dolls sat in their boxes, begging to be opened and played with. She wondered what was in the drawers next to the large, bright circle rug. She started over to it when Lucky pulled her back.
“You don’t get to explore right now, Little Rabbit.” He led her over to the white four poster bed in the center of the large room. He sat down and settled her to stand between his knees. “See that corner right over there?” He pointed to the bare corner with the small, white wooden chair facing it. Even from where she stood, she could see, “Trinity’s naughty girl chair” painted on the top.
“Uh huh,” she said.
“That’s where you will be having timeouts when you are naughty. It’ll be a good place for you to cool down and think about what you’ve done wrong. But, when you are especially naughty, you’ll be sitting on it with a red, hot bottom.”
Trinity swallowed hard.
“Let’s talk about what happened when you saw me. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you for the last week. I knew we had a lot to talk about and I wanted to do it over a nice dinner and then show you this room. I planned on us playing together here tonight, instead of having a discussion. I know you were confused about my sudden disappearance. The timing wasn’t great. Let me try to explain this to you the best I can. You know I am a retired Delta Force Operator. Well, there’s a group of former operators who have a private company. This company is made up of men who were on Capture/Kill teams. Their jobs in the military were to capture or kill the really, really bad guys. Now, what they do could be seen as vigilantism. Sometimes, they work black op missions, completely off the record for the government, other times they are hired by civilians. They might straddle the line of morality, even break the law, but they are always on the right side of evil. These men are my brothers, a couple are members of Spartan Watchmen from different chapters. Last week, a group kidnapped one of the men’s girl, and was holding her hostage in the Rocky Mountains. Theyneeded our help, so we went. I can’t give you more details than that. I won’t want to put you in danger.”
