Good riddance.
I shouldn’t be surprised when I turn the corner and find her sitting on the curb, with her head in her arms. I’m not sure if she’s asleep or not.
And I really don’t like the idea of her out here alone like that, but I also don’t want her to know that.
Her head comes up as she hears my footsteps approaching her… at least she wasn’t sleeping out here. Looking at me as I grow closer, and I drop my face into a scowl. I’m still pissed off at her from earlier.
“I’m sorry.” Her words surprise me as I look at her. I just nod my head as I kick over the bike and she continue to look up at me. “Ro?” She whispers, it taps slightly on my closed-up heart. “Please don’t leave me out here.” She continues, but I know that I shouldn’t let her come back.
“Why should I?”
“Because I don’t want to be this person.” Her eyes soften, giving her away that she’s actually being honest.
“And why the hell should I believe that?”
“Because it’s the truth.” I sigh, looking away from her for a moment because the weight of the look in her eyes is too much for me at the moment. I push my head into the helmet to keep from having to fight off her expression.
Against my better judgement, I toss her helmet over to her. I hide my smirk behind my vison when her eyes light up and a smile pulls up on her face, somehow causing my heart to thump in my ears, louder.
“Thank you.” She whispers to me as she slides her arms around my waist and I turn the key to the ignition.
I’m certain that this is going to come back to bite me in the ass.
Chapter Seven
RO
Walking into the lounge, I see nearly every member of my club sitting around the room, staring in the center. As I move further into the room I see Sadie swaying to the music, her tits moving with the music as well. She stands, like I originally found her, in just a pair of panties as she continues to move to the music.
Clearing my throat, the men closest to me look over before they are getting up and moving out of the room. Their movements trigger attention from the rest of the room and one by one they abruptly follow the rest out of the room. Reaching over and stopping the last one in the room as he starts to leave, and he nods his head before he shuts the door behind himself. I move to where he just vacated and sit down.
Sadie sways again, unknowing that the club is no longer watching her, still with her eyes closed across the room, closing in the distance to me. “What do you boys want me to do?” She whispers quietly, the bruise around her eye still bothering me. Even if it’s almost completely gone, just patches of yellow left now, but still the lingering effects of what she went through in that house, they still weigh on me.
She knows what she’s doing. She moves over to where I’m sitting, where the men were and she reaches out, still with her eyes closed, not really paying attention to where she’s going. I reach up, grasping her hand and she lets me guide her to where I am. I can tell by what she’s doing that she was willing to let them do whatever it is they wanted to her so that she gets what she wants, but that she really wasn’t wanting to.
I need to have a conversation with them.
They give her or even fucking give her the promise of doing anything for goddamn drugs, I will fucking end them.
They know better.
She leans into me as she straddles my lap, she’s still yet to open her eyes, telling me that she doesn’t actually want to do this. I saw the way that she was with Kyle, I saw it even before they left the crowd. She doesn’t fucking care what it takes.
She smiles as she pushes her tits to my face, and brushes her hand down them. As her arm extends, I see the fresh needle mark and it’s when my anger boils over. “Are you fucking kidding me.” I snap at her as I grip ahold of her arm, fully extending it, and her eyes pop open as soon as she hears my voice.
“Ro,” She whispers before glancing around at the empty room. I’m sure wondering where, the hell, the rest of the club went, and why I’m even in here at all.
“What the fuck?” I shout at her again. “Where the fuck did you get it from?”
She swallows before she tries to stand up off of my lap, but I grip onto her arms faster, holding her down in place. “Ow…” She whimpers.
“Don’t even try it. You can shove a goddamn needle in your arm, killing yourself slowly making yourself so fucking high that you can’t feel a goddamn thing?” The fear is still lining her face as she tries to push off of me again, but I grip ahold of her even harder holding her onto my lap. “Tell me, which one of them is fueling your addiction?”
“I found it.” She whispers.
“You’re a damn liar.” I snap out at her. I’m not really sure why I feel the need to take it upon myself to fix her… to save her from herself.
Her eyes change suddenly before a small, yet evil, grin spreads onto her lips. I’m starting to notice how her fear always to quickly turn into desire. She stops trying to pull away from me, but instead leans into me, pressing her lips against mine.
