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“No. Fuck off. This isn't fair.” I'm feeling trapped and frustrated, which he can solve by simply releasing the tie from the pole. “Let me out.”
“Porter, precious. I can't leave you until I know you're OK.”
“I'm not OK. I've been kidnapped by a fucking drug dealer. You've forced me to be your prisoner for the weekend and the worst thing is I actually want it. I know it's wrong and I still want it. I'm no better than Mum. I've always resented her for not fighting her addiction but now I understand. I know it's bad, but it's too good to stop.”
My ramblings have turned to sobs by the end and he can’t understand a word of it, but my feelings are out in the open; I've done what he wanted.
“I'm too good, huh?”
Of course he notices that and ignores the addiction part.
“Wanting to be with me makes you nothing like your mother. When you have kids, you have to put them above your own happiness. She didn't do that. My parents didn't either, but in quite different circumstances.”
“I don't want to be with you.” Let's make that clear. I can't do the wrong thing just because it's good and easy. I will not be the plaything of a billionaire who sells drugs to people like my mum. “People like you made my mum the way she is.”
“My drugs are top quality, pure and safe.” He has the audacity to defend himself. “I've worked hard to get the shit quality stuff off the streets. The police are in my pocket, because they know druggies are going to buy drugs, and they are safer with mine. But your mum has to be getting the money from somewhere. Who is financing her habit, treasure?”
“Stop it. That's not fair.” I want him to be wrong, bad, and sorry.
“Where does she get the money, Porter?”
“Me.” She gets it from me because I am weak, and I believe her lies. Every time.
“You are her enabler,” Knox sighs. “You've been a slave to your mother's needs far longer than you've been with me. I don't think of it as I kidnapped you. Porter, I brought you here because I wanted to save you, from your mum, from your sister, from yourself.”
“I'm completely useless.”
“No, you're not.” he cups my chin, tipping my head up. “You're amazing, and I want the chance to show you that you deserve better.”
Maybe I do, but right now I'm too tired to care.
“You already have the weekend. Please just let me go back upstairs. I just want to sleep.”
twenty-two
Knox
Mypoorboysleepson the bed, and I'm still lying with him. He hadn’t been happy when I followed him to the bedroom. I'm not sure whether my presence is a comfort or not, but I'll have to leave him when Caeo arrives.
He compared happiness to a drug addiction. I'm not opposed to sex with me being likened to a drug induced high, certainly not bothered to know my treasure craves more of it. It's just the after-drop when he feels guilt and regret; but it's not about the sex, or who I am, the regret is about his happiness. He's been raised to believe he is worthless and doesn't deserve to be happy, quite different to his sister's attitude on life. I need another visit with Miss Tiffany, hence why Caeo is on his way over.
He informs me of his arrival by text, and I gently slip my arm from under Porter's head. I leave a quick note and creep out of the room.
“How is he doing?” Caeo asks as I reach the bottom of the stairs.
“He's confused. Raised by a druggie and thief, so he’s not used to being the centre of attention. He compared me to an addiction and that terrifies him.”
“Do you think he will choose to stay after the weekend?” Caeo questions. “Will it be worth letting the girl off?”
“Why do you think you're here?” I huff. I don't know the answer. If it was me, I'd never fall for someone who dragged me from my house, but I'm not Porter. He needs saving from his life; I don't need saving from mine.
“We're talking to the girl.” I walk to the basement door and Caeo follows. He's brought three of my men with him, at my request. It's easy to intimidate when the guys behind me are huge. Or most of them are, there is nothing about Nico that would scare a fly.
“Good afternoon,” I greet my guest as I enter the basement. “I hope you're feeling more cooperative.”
“You think shutting me here and forgetting about me is encouraging me to talk?” Tiffany snaps back.
“What would you like me to change?”
