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“Right then,” he grunts, grips my chin, and gently forces me to meet his gaze once more. “We’ll work on that, babycakes, but right now, we’re gonna talk about something else. I need to know a few things. If you’re uncomfortable with any of it, you can tell me.”
“Um . . . okay.” I nod.
“I mean it, Lily.”
Again, I nod.
“You were given to Perrin at the age of five.” I stiffen and suck in a harsh breath, but Speed tightens his grip on my chin and hip. “Not trying to bring up bad shit for you, but need to know, babe, do you know how to read and write? Any type of schooling?”
Releasing a breath, I feel myself starting to shake.
“Lily,” he promotes.
“Perrin . . . he, um, he . . . he made sure I was educated. I finished school at sixteen.”
“Did he let you out to go to school?”
“No, my classes were done wherever he was. He had one of his many men tutor me. My reward for doing good and making a good grade was getting a night off from pleasing Perrin. He said he didn’t want a stupid whore who couldn’t even speak properly to him.” What I don’t tell Speed is that during my classes, though, sometimes, if he weren’t busy, Perrin would be in there. I’d have to sit on his lap with his cock inside me. He’d take a pill or something to keep himself hard for hours on end. I’d have to ride him while the tutor did other things to me.
Nothing ever came without a price or motive when it came to Perrin or the men he associates with.
“So, you have an education. Besides the obvious, what else were you allowed to do?” Speed growls, still holding me tight.
“No, I wasn’t allowed. Perrin kept me close, even when he was with one of the other whores,” I answer nearly inaudibly and close my eyes, shaking my head. So much happened at the hands of Perrin. From the moment he got me, my life went from bad to worse. He never let me go. Not until he wanted me to prove my loyalty to him.
I know he’s out there looking for me. There’s no way he’s not. He threatened it more than once that if I were to run, he’d find me. He wasn’t going to let me go, not ever.
“That shit’s in the past, Lily,” Speed’s voice rumbles and vibrates in my ears with the tension rolling off him. “You aren’t going back to him. We’re not gonna allow him to get to you. You’re fuckin’ safe here. Swear to fuck, babycakes, you’re safe. I’m gonna keep you that way.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I murmur.
“Now, you’re healing up and get to start moving around more. When this is over, is there something you’d want to do?”
“Um . . .” I bite my lip and shake my head. He wouldn’t be interested in knowing that my dream when I was only five was to run away from my parents, grow up, and become a baker. Make cakes and cookies.
“Um, what, Lily?” he prompts.
“I hadn’t thought about it in a long time.” I dart and cast my gaze downward.
“But?” he urges.
“A baker,” I answer.
“You wanted to be a baker?”
“Yes.” I nod hesitantly.
“Right then, when Angelina clears you to do more, why don’t you use our kitchen here at the clubhouse and dip your toes in, see if it’s still something you would want to do.”
My eyes widen as I whip my gaze back to his. “I can’t do that.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I don’t even know how to use an oven.” I’m embarrassed to admit.
“So, learn.” He shrugs. The way he says it, he acts like it’s not a big deal. “Now, let’s get back to the first topic of this conversation where you told me you’re confused. Here’s something for you to know. You haven’t been around MCs long, but I’m sure you’ve been around long enough to know what it means when a man claims a woman.”
“Ugh.” I’d heard it. I knew some of the members had ol’ ladies. The ones who did, the clubwhores knew were off limits unless approached.
