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Story: Ache For Her
She shook her head, confusion riddling her features. “Is this because I was touching myself to you? I’m not some sort of freak, and this kidnapping kink doesn’t turn me on. If you brought me here thinking I was just going to roll over and fuck you, you’re mistaken. I don’t want you. Let me go.”
I chuckled. The point about her wanting me or not wanting me was neither here nor there, but the fact that she was trying to deny it to herself amused me. “I didn’t take you to fuck you, Delilah. In fact, what I came across in your room was just a happy little accident. I certainly didn’t think I’d find you screaming my name into your pillow when we’d met only a few minutes before. Is that how you get your kicks?”
Her face turned hard. She nibbled on her lip, and I could almost see her think through what I said. I didn’t fault her. I’d gotten what I wanted plenty of times on a whim. Met someone I had to have, took her, and then walked away. She’d essentially done the same thing just in the privacy of her own bedroom. This girl may even make a good vampire…
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “All will go well for you as long as your grandfather complies.”
Her eyebrows furrowed until dawning hit. “My grandfather?” she asked. All the drugs I’d pumped into her system seemed to all but evaporate in that moment. She was of sound mind and body again, her arms twisting in the pillowcase to free themselves. She smirked. “My grandfather.” Then, she laughed as if the funniest thing in the world was happening right in front of her eyes. “I should have known it was about him. Whatever you want, my grandfather will give it to you. Just call him up and let’s get this over with. I’d like to get back to my life today. Or tonight. Or whatever the fuck time it is.”
So confident. Then again, I was too because I’d thought up the plan in the first place. “I already left the ransom note, dear. I don’t plan on wasting time either.”
She smiled and nodded. “Excellent.” She laid her head back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. She wiggled down into the cushions as if to get comfortable. She wasn’t the scared woman anymore. Taking a page out of my book, she actually looked bored. “So, you’re not a neighbor, are you?”
I shook my head. “I lived in Philly a long time ago, but no, not anymore.”
She sighed. “I don’t know why I always meet the crazy, weird, psycho ones.”
“You’ll have to ask your therapist.”
She frowned in the next instant, and something inside me told me it wasn’t because of my comeback. Her lips thinned. I ground my teeth together to refrain from asking her what was going through her head. She was so expressive, but I didn’t care. She was here for only one purpose.
I stared at the cell phone, hoping it would ring. On the ransom note, I’d left my number along with the instructions to get his granddaughter back. Surprised it hadn’t rung already, I picked it up to check the screen, making sure I hadn’t done any damage to it when I’d been talking to Galen.
It seemed fine, so I placed it back down again.
“Ronnie,” she said, the name coming off her lips with a breath.
My lips turned up. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you really care for him?”
She shook her head, her eyes turning glassy. “No. That’s what makes me sad. He tried to fight for me and I hadn’t even cared.”
I shrugged it off. “He’s paid to fight for you.”
“That’s not why he did it,” she said, her voice hard. She swallowed, and red blotches worked up her neck.
I nodded, finally understanding. So, this girl liked to take a ride on the wild side now and then. If I wasn’t using her for another purpose, she may have even been a good distraction while I stayed away from Galen.
“How long have I been out?” she asked, getting antsy again.
“A few hours.”
Her head whipped toward me. Mouth dropping, I could see the fear in her eyes. “And he hasn’t called yet?”
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Chapter Four
Delilah
The next few hours were filled with silence. I stared at the phone, willing it to ring. Why hadn’t Gramps called yet? Part of me filled with doubt, but the other part of me knew something else was up. Maybe he knew who took me and was rounding the guys up to come in guns blazing. One thing I knew for sure was that he wasn’t going to leave me here with this creepy child predator. As long as Simon wasn’t lying and had actually left a ransom note, I was getting out of here. For all I knew, though, Gramps could be dead along with the rest of the guards. He’d killed Ronnie so easily. What was to stop him from doing that to every other person in the house, Gramps included?
My mouth dried as I pictured Ronnie falling to the floor. His throat had been cut, but it happened so fast I hadn’t seen a knife or anything. That meant he was skilled. Perhaps another drug ring worker who had problems with my grandfather?
I eyed Simon who was flipping through a magazine across the room. He looked too young to be anyone of importance but looks could be deceiving. When I was little, Gramps told me how young he’d been when he’d gained control of his business. For all I knew, Simon could be the head honcho of a rival business using me as bait to get at Grandpa. He hadn’t moved from his position on the chair across from me this whole time. I had a feeling he enjoyed the silence more than my questions. I only wished I could think of anything to say just to annoy him, but at this point, I really wanted this whole thing to be over. Gramps had protocols for this sort of thing. I didn’t exactly agree with what my grandfather did for a living, but it had given me my life, and I loved my life. And I loved my grandfather too despite what he did. He was the only family I had.
When I was in elementary school, he’d warned me something like this could happen, but I’d gone through twenty-three years of nothing even remotely bad happening. No threats to my life. No close calls. Of course, now, when the hot guy comes strolling into my life, shit hits the fan. The least he could do is tell me what this was all about.
“So, Simon, since I know you’re not my neighbor, who are you? What’s this problem you have with my grandfather that you’re using me for leverage?”
I chuckled. The point about her wanting me or not wanting me was neither here nor there, but the fact that she was trying to deny it to herself amused me. “I didn’t take you to fuck you, Delilah. In fact, what I came across in your room was just a happy little accident. I certainly didn’t think I’d find you screaming my name into your pillow when we’d met only a few minutes before. Is that how you get your kicks?”
Her face turned hard. She nibbled on her lip, and I could almost see her think through what I said. I didn’t fault her. I’d gotten what I wanted plenty of times on a whim. Met someone I had to have, took her, and then walked away. She’d essentially done the same thing just in the privacy of her own bedroom. This girl may even make a good vampire…
“Don’t worry,” I told her. “All will go well for you as long as your grandfather complies.”
Her eyebrows furrowed until dawning hit. “My grandfather?” she asked. All the drugs I’d pumped into her system seemed to all but evaporate in that moment. She was of sound mind and body again, her arms twisting in the pillowcase to free themselves. She smirked. “My grandfather.” Then, she laughed as if the funniest thing in the world was happening right in front of her eyes. “I should have known it was about him. Whatever you want, my grandfather will give it to you. Just call him up and let’s get this over with. I’d like to get back to my life today. Or tonight. Or whatever the fuck time it is.”
So confident. Then again, I was too because I’d thought up the plan in the first place. “I already left the ransom note, dear. I don’t plan on wasting time either.”
She smiled and nodded. “Excellent.” She laid her head back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. She wiggled down into the cushions as if to get comfortable. She wasn’t the scared woman anymore. Taking a page out of my book, she actually looked bored. “So, you’re not a neighbor, are you?”
I shook my head. “I lived in Philly a long time ago, but no, not anymore.”
She sighed. “I don’t know why I always meet the crazy, weird, psycho ones.”
“You’ll have to ask your therapist.”
She frowned in the next instant, and something inside me told me it wasn’t because of my comeback. Her lips thinned. I ground my teeth together to refrain from asking her what was going through her head. She was so expressive, but I didn’t care. She was here for only one purpose.
I stared at the cell phone, hoping it would ring. On the ransom note, I’d left my number along with the instructions to get his granddaughter back. Surprised it hadn’t rung already, I picked it up to check the screen, making sure I hadn’t done any damage to it when I’d been talking to Galen.
It seemed fine, so I placed it back down again.
“Ronnie,” she said, the name coming off her lips with a breath.
My lips turned up. “Oh, I’m sorry, did you really care for him?”
She shook her head, her eyes turning glassy. “No. That’s what makes me sad. He tried to fight for me and I hadn’t even cared.”
I shrugged it off. “He’s paid to fight for you.”
“That’s not why he did it,” she said, her voice hard. She swallowed, and red blotches worked up her neck.
I nodded, finally understanding. So, this girl liked to take a ride on the wild side now and then. If I wasn’t using her for another purpose, she may have even been a good distraction while I stayed away from Galen.
“How long have I been out?” she asked, getting antsy again.
“A few hours.”
Her head whipped toward me. Mouth dropping, I could see the fear in her eyes. “And he hasn’t called yet?”
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Chapter Four
Delilah
The next few hours were filled with silence. I stared at the phone, willing it to ring. Why hadn’t Gramps called yet? Part of me filled with doubt, but the other part of me knew something else was up. Maybe he knew who took me and was rounding the guys up to come in guns blazing. One thing I knew for sure was that he wasn’t going to leave me here with this creepy child predator. As long as Simon wasn’t lying and had actually left a ransom note, I was getting out of here. For all I knew, though, Gramps could be dead along with the rest of the guards. He’d killed Ronnie so easily. What was to stop him from doing that to every other person in the house, Gramps included?
My mouth dried as I pictured Ronnie falling to the floor. His throat had been cut, but it happened so fast I hadn’t seen a knife or anything. That meant he was skilled. Perhaps another drug ring worker who had problems with my grandfather?
I eyed Simon who was flipping through a magazine across the room. He looked too young to be anyone of importance but looks could be deceiving. When I was little, Gramps told me how young he’d been when he’d gained control of his business. For all I knew, Simon could be the head honcho of a rival business using me as bait to get at Grandpa. He hadn’t moved from his position on the chair across from me this whole time. I had a feeling he enjoyed the silence more than my questions. I only wished I could think of anything to say just to annoy him, but at this point, I really wanted this whole thing to be over. Gramps had protocols for this sort of thing. I didn’t exactly agree with what my grandfather did for a living, but it had given me my life, and I loved my life. And I loved my grandfather too despite what he did. He was the only family I had.
When I was in elementary school, he’d warned me something like this could happen, but I’d gone through twenty-three years of nothing even remotely bad happening. No threats to my life. No close calls. Of course, now, when the hot guy comes strolling into my life, shit hits the fan. The least he could do is tell me what this was all about.
“So, Simon, since I know you’re not my neighbor, who are you? What’s this problem you have with my grandfather that you’re using me for leverage?”