New Title 6 (19 page)

W
e walked into the bustling bar. The atmosphere felt great, with dim
lighting, and someone singing at the karaoke machine. Pool tables were full; so
were the booths and seating area at the bar. Deanna dragged me over to the bar
and squeezed her way in, shouting out to the bar girl in a tight white tee that
she wanted four shots of
Cock Sucking Cowboys
. Upon paying, she dished
out the shots; on the count of three, down they went and up came my hamburger
from dinner…nearly.

 “Oh,
I love this song. Let’s dance,” Julian shouted when Taylor’s Swift’s
"Trouble" song came through the karaoke machine, and some young girl
started singing it with a not-too-bad voice.

 We
left Griz, Pick, and Blue at the bar, while Violet, Deanna, Julian and myself
went off to shake our booties.

 Two
songs later, I glanced around for our guards, only they were no longer brooding
at the bar. I looked around, but couldn’t see them anywhere. Violet tugged on
my arm, and while she jiggled what her mama gave her, she pointed through the
crowd to a booth in the far corner where they were now seated—still brooding.
Their arms were crossed over their chests and had eyes that said ‘don’t speak
to me or I’ll bite your head off.’ It was only Griz’s eyes that lasered into
us. Though, I think that had something to do with the way Deanna was grinding
against some innocent young man…um, okay, maybe he wasn’t that innocent
considering the way he grabbed her boobs. I giggled to myself when she elbowed
him in the ribs and pushed him away. She turned her gaze to me, grinned, and
shook her head.

 Deanna,
Julian, and I made our way to the table, while Vi went to grab us some more
drinks. I had asked for water because I didn’t think my stomach could handle
another toxic mix. That was when Deanna called me a pussy and said to Vi that
if she got me a water, they’d be having words. Violet then proceeded to laugh
in Deanna’s face, and answered with ‘Whatever.’ I knew what I’d be getting—
water.

 I
collapsed next to Pick. Griz and Blue stood so that Julian and Deanna could
sit, and then Vi when she got back. It was like they were protecting the
President’s daughter. Blue and Griz with their backs to us both stood straight
and still, glaring out at the partygoers.

 Wow, they must take their jobs seriously.

 “You
know, I kind of feel like Whitney Houston in
Bodyguard
right now,” Julian
said

 I
held up my fist to be pumped and yelled, “That’s what I was just thinking.”
Sort
of.
Only I didn’t know why I was yelling; it wasn’t so hard to hear in our
corner.

 “Yo,
Vi. Oh my God, I love you,” I yelled—yes again—when she deposited a bottle of
water in front of me with a smirk directed at Deanna.

 “Do
you reckon Talon could be quiet during sex?” I asked.

 Okay.
Maybe I could have been a tad intoxicated still, because yelling was all I
could do right then.

 “Jesus,”
Blue hissed.

 “Talon
owes us,” Griz barked.

 Julian
ended up spitting his drink all over the table. Violet groaned and banged her
head against the table. Pick asked for me to move so he could escape, and
Deanna sat with her finger tapping her chin, pondering my question.

 “Given
his hotliness and badassness, I highly doubt it,” Deanna said. “Why the
wondering?”

 I
sighed loudly. “I wanna have sex; I miss the pounding, the closeness, and the
connection,” I whined. “Hey!” I shouted. “No comment from the spunky men,” I
yelled when Griz and Blue went to complain.

 “Uh,
Wildcat. Please, please move,” Pick begged.

 While
continuing my rant, I moved and sat back down after Pick had escaped. “Six
years people. Six long years. Holy hemorrhoid, do you think my well’s dried
up?”

 “Fuck
me,” Griz snapped.

 “You
don’t want me to,” Deanna supplied. I thought it had been quiet, but Griz
turned a surprised stare upon her, which quickly morphed into a glare. Then he
went back to looking at the crowd.

 “You
can’t tell me—” Vi began.

 “What?”
Julian asked.

 “Nope,
I can’t say it. That’s my brother for gonad’s-sake.” She shuddered.

 “Oh,
oh! I think I know where you’re going,” Julian said clapping. “And, cock ring,
you can’t deny the male fuckableness your bro is. Anyway, what she was getting
at…you can’t tell us that you and Spidey haven’t done squat in the bedroom
department.”

 I
think I just blushed. Or the room had turned up twenty degree.

 “What
the fuck, bitch? You have done something with the boss man and you ain’t told
me? Where’s the friendship? I told you
all
about my last one not that
long ago.”

 Griz
flinched; Deanna smirked, but then quickly sent me her deadly glare.
Thankfully, I was immune.

 “Shit,”
Blue said. “I am not stayin’ here to hear this crap. We can watch’em from the
bar.” Blue stalked off, with Pick and a grumbling Griz not far behind.

 “Maybe
I should join them,” Vi added. “I really don’t feel like hearing about what my
brother gets up to in bed. It’d probably cause me to chuck.”

 “Block
ya ears then,” Deanna said.

 I
had to laugh when Violet did, in fact, block her ears.

 “Quickly
spill, muff lover,” Julian cried, leaning forward over the table.

 “There
isn’t really much to say. As you can tell, we didn’t do the deed…”

 “But?
Come on, woman, don’t leave me hanging,” Deanna said.

 I
blushed again. “I’m still kind of sensitive about it. Icameinliketwoseconds.”

 “Say
what now?” Julian asked. “Sorry, dick sucker, I don’t speak
drunk-virgin-hymen-grown-over-girl.”

 Groaning,
I hid my eyes with my hand. “He went…you know…down yonda, and I was…um, done
really quickly.”

 “Did
he care?” Deanna asked.

 “No.
Well, I don’t think so, especially not when I reciprocated.”

 “Whoop,
fuckin’, whoop, girl. I’m so proud of you.” Deanna beamed.

 Deanna
cheering me on made me smile. I should be proud; I was lucky I lasted that long
after SIX YEARS, and the fact that Talon didn’t seem to have minded at all.

 I
got in closer and whispered, “He is huge.”

 “I
hate you.” Julian glared.

 “You—”

 “Hey
there, sweetheart,” a guy in his late forties said, as he stood at our table
with two others. They all wore jeans and tees, with leather biker vests over
the top. It was hazy, but I read the words ‘Vicious Club’ on the top patch.

 The
older one sat down beside me. “How’s your night been, beautiful?”

 I
studied him for a second, and it was his eyes that told me he was harmless; the
crinkle around them and his mouth told me he was caring, and the thick salt and
pepper hair told me that my fingers wouldn’t mind running through it to see if
it was as soft as it looked. His friends, though, were another story; they
looked mean and scary. This was why I leaned into him and whispered, “You seem
like a nice guy, and I honestly mean it when I say that one day we could be
friends, but—I’m sorry to say that your friends don’t seem all that nice.”

 I
sat back and watched him throw his head back and laugh a deep belly laugh.

 “Oh,
you are precious.” he smiled.

 “Which
is why she’s Hawks property,” Griz growled beside us, where he stood next to
Mean One and Mean Two.

 Property, smoperty
. I wasn’t sure I
liked that word yet.

 Mr.
Nice looked up at Griz and asked, “Whose?”

 “Talon’s.”

 But I like that word.

 “Wildcat,
go and dance,” Blue ordered.

 Now
he just popped out of nowhere. I rolled my eyes and scooted around the other
side, where Julian, Deanna, and Vi were already waiting for me.

 Leaning
over the table, I uttered, “It was nice meeting you…”

 “Rocko,”
he supplied.

 I
smiled. “Rocko, and remember what I said.” I got closer still. “I think you may
need new friends.”

 “Thanks,
sweetheart.” He chuckled and then winked. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

 Griz
sat down as soon as I was out of the way. I moved off to the dance floor with
my peeps to jiggle my flabby bits once again.

 I
was determined to have a great night, even though something told me to keep an
eye on Rocko’s friends. We danced; we drank, and we sang our night into
happiness. Rocko and his mates left, but I still couldn’t fight the feeling of
unease. Then I thought it could just be that I had to pee. Violet had gone to
grab a drink, and while Deanna and Julian were being entertained by the Tina
Turner wannabe, I went off in search of the toilet.

I
woke up in the back of a strange car. My eyes were a little blurry,
but once they cleared, I saw a gun pointed at my face. The guy pointing it was
the one I'd seen walk into the girls bathroom behind me at the bar, and he was
also the one who had tasered me in the back after saying his boss wanted a word
with me. It was just before I had the chance to scream.

 “I
don't know your boss,” I croaked and sat up slowly.

 My
mouth was dry, and the great buzz I had going on disappeared, leaving me with a
very bad headache.

 Though,
that could also be from being
freaking
tasered.

 “Yeah,
well, he knows you, and when he wants something, he gets it.” The guys smiled,
showing crooked teeth. If it wasn't for those, he would have been an
okay-looking man. He had a buzz cut, leaving dark-coloured fluff, and his eyes
were brown. He had a piercing in his lip, nose, and eyebrow, and seemed tall, slim,
and young. It was dark in and out of the car.

 His
companion who was driving was totally different. He had long, dirty-blond hair;
his build was larger, and he seemed shorter than Mr. Talker.

 I
wondered if by now my friends knew I'd been kidnapped. I hoped they weren't
panicking too much. My next thought was why wasn't I panicking? I felt a bit
stressed, only relieved at the same time, because at least no one would get
hurt when I was delivered to David. He'd already done many bad things to me; it
couldn't get worse. Right?

 I
gulped.

 The
car suddenly stopped. It was then I realized I should have been taking in my
surroundings to know where I was in case of an escape. We'd pulled up outside
of a huge house, one that I didn't recognize being anything David would buy. It
was old, yet beautiful. David loved new and exquisite things. My door was
opened, and Mr. Silent jutted his chin out and up.

 I
stumbled out, and Mr. Silent grabbed my arm, dragging me roughly forward and
through the front door, down a hallway that took my breath away, and into a
room that was a library. Books lined two walls from top to bottom. A large desk
was in front of a huge bay window, where a man was standing in front of it
looking out. He turned with an intense gaze.

Oh. My. God. Where do they make these people?
He was yet another good-looking older man, probably in his early
forties, with salt and pepper hair, grey eyes, and was wearing a suit. Though
it was a firm fit, so I could tell he worked out a lot.

 “Um,
you're not David,” I said puzzled. What was I doing here, and who was this guy?

 “I
hope my men weren't too forceful in getting you here.”

 “Do
you call being tasered too forceful?” I asked with fake bravado, hands on my
hips, and glaring at him. On the inside I was chanting
I'm gonna die; I'm
gonna die and I never got to have sex with Talon.

 His
fierce gaze turned to Mr. Silent and Talker. “I told you to ask her politely.
Did you even do that? Doesn't matter; get out of my sight,” he snapped.
“Please, Zara, have a seat, and I'm sorry for the way they treated you. It was
not something I wanted.”