Page 81 of Retribution

“You’re not a stranger,” I say, turning away as I walk to the bathroom.

“She doesn’t know that yet,” he says, sounding closer than he should be.

Pulling my hoodie over my head, I hope that he doesn’t follow me inside the bathroom. I really don’t want to talk about my cutting scars yet. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been naked around any of them.

I’m worried they’ll see me as broken instead of strong. They all gaze at me with such reverence and adoration when they look at me.

I don’t want that to change.

Lucas

The water turns on, and I listen to it as I rock back and forth on my feet ever so slightly. I don’t know why, it feels right and Leila is lightly snoring.

A dad.I love it. Isolde is trying to wrap her mind around why I’m so okay with this all, but I imagine that it’s for the same reasons that the rest of the guys are.

I protect people who are mine. Whether it be through my money, skills, or brute force, I take care of them. My company, my employees, and my pack. It’s really just that simple.

“Hi, baby girl,” I whisper. “You’re beautiful, aren’t you. All this pretty blonde hair, I bet you’re going to have it streamingbehind you as soon as you get your sea legs and we’ll be chasing after you.”

How could anyone decide that a biker club was a good place for a baby? I am side-eyeing that mom real hard right now, whoever she might be.

Moving closer to the bathroom as I hear the sound of water change as it runs off a beautiful omega, I glance up to see her wringing out her long hair through the glass. Her breasts are perky, her nipples pebbled, and I swallow as I gaze at her.

The glass is slowly glazing over with condensation, but my mouth is watering from what I can see. My dick is also very interested, and I try to think of very unsexy things as I watch her.

I am obsessed with Isolde, to the point of insanity. If she wanted to, I’d let her run her knives over me while she dragged her tongue over the divots and grooves of my body. I would absolutely let her fuck me, simply so she could feel the power of control.

I need to tell her this so she understands what she means to me.

My soul is angry at the information she shared with me, the pieces falling into place slowly as to how deeply she’s been hurt. Even the bumbling, sad attempts to make her come by a boyfriend she might have had before she was taken would have been better than this. Solely so she’d know that sex doesn’t have to happen the way it did for her.

Rape isn’t consensual, it’s power and devastation.

But, instead, here we are. I’m watching her like a creeper, but I can’t help myself. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her, and I want to soak in every moment.

I’m glad that I’ll be able to work from home again very soon and still fulfill my promises to her. I don’t want to let her down.

Glancing back down at Leila, my expression hardens.I don’t want to let either of them down.

The shower shuts off, and my eyes shoot up to see that Isolde is finished. Moving forward into the cloudy air due to the temperature of water she was washing with, I lift a towel to hand her as the stall door opens. It’s a decent sized bathroom, and I have to admit that this house fits her.

Every exit is viewable, the windows are large enough to climb out of, and it’s defendable. This was a great find for her.

And still, I want her with me.

Isolde pops her head out and takes the towel from me with a timid smile, and I wonder what she’s so worried about. I’ve seen her through the glass, at least until it filled with too much condensation, and I think she’s gorgeous.

Clothed or not, she’s perfect.

What is she hiding?

Stepping back, I watch as she climbs out of the stall to begin drying herself off. Isolde is careful to hide her body, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to ask, to push.

There are so many things I don’t know, but I also don’t know that I have the right to ask yet.

Instead, I watch her dry herself, and then I blink slowly as I see something I’m hoping I imagined. She moved her leg in just the right position for the light to shine down on it.

There are little white scars on her inner thighs.