Page 6 of Kairo

He finished tying my ankles together before he worked his way to my arms, tying them behind my back. During the foreplay, he rubbed, gripped, and kissed all over me. I was living on the edge. Keith had me on the verge of exploding.

“I’ll be right back, baby. I left something in the bathroom.”

“Hurry. I don’t know how much more of this teasing I can take.”

A few seconds had passed, and Keith hadn’t returned.

“Keith, baby, what’s taking so long?” I called out.

Suddenly, a finger rubbed across the top of my beast. Instead of becoming excited, my heart raced out of fear. The scent wasn’t Keith’s. The cologne was different. I shifted roughly in the chair.

“Keith, what the fuck is going on? Take this blindfold off me right now!” No response. “I don’t like this fucking game! Keith, I don’t play like this. Answer me.”

“Calm down. It’ll be okay.”

My back stiffened. That wasn’t Keith. I wasn’t sure who this was. My mind raced, my heart pounded out of my chest, and my palms sweated.

“Who the fuck is that?”

The person laughed heartily. “She got a mouth on her. Savage Saints don’t do that well of a job raising their women, but shit, I’m not surprised.”

“Take this blindfold off and untie me. I’ll show you a real Savage Saint!” I shouted.

He laughed. “Your wish is my command.”

Seconds later, the blindfold was removed. I blinked fast to regain my vision. The room had six men, all dressed in black, standing in front of me. They all had guns in their hands. My eyes darted to the corner. Keith stood there with his head down like a coward.

“Keith? Keith! What the fuck is going on?” He didn’t answer me. He didn’t even bother to look at me. “Keith, did you set me up? I thought we meant something to each other.”

Again, he still didn’t look up.

“My son doesn’t owe you an explanation,” the voice said from behind me.

I looked up and saw it was the ex-chief of police, Kelvin. Kelvin was the chief of police of the city of Myersville for twenty-years. He spent a lot of time locking away all the bad guys and bringing justice to victims. Everyone who knew him knew he was just as dirty and grimy as the criminals. He lost his job title when he couldn’t calm down the war between the Savage Saints and Iron Knights. It was a stupid reason to lose his job, but those were the cards dealt.

I knew Kelvin was Keith’s dad, but the way Keith explained it, their relationship was toxic. When things intensified with Keith, I asked him about his father. Everyone in town knew my bloodline was Savage Saints. Kelvin hated my family, but when Keith admitted to not speaking to his father in five years, I felt more comfortable getting to know him. He would always express how he hated his father. He would vent to me about how abusive and controlling his father was.

“What do you want?” I asked, looking him straight in the eye.

My father taught me to never let another person know what I was thinking or feeling when they had me under pressure. Always look them straight in the eye and never break. I couldn’t avoid how vulnerable I felt being naked in front of all these men, but I kept my head up to let them think I wasn’t fazed.

He squatted, making eye contact with me. “There’s a lot I want from you.” He rubbed his hand down my thigh. I tried to kick but remembered my ankles were restrained.

“Oh, she’s feisty and fine,” he said. “Son, I see why you are interested. Shit, everybody in here can agree.” The rest of his minions agreed.

“But now it’s best you get back to your wife and kids. They are probably missing their father,” Kelvin said, looking over at Keith.

My eyes darted over to a coward ass Keith. He stood there like a child being scolded. It was disgusting.

“You’re a weak ass man! A pussy ass motherfucker! I feel stupid to even think you had any balls,” I spat out.

“Whew! Talk your shit,” Kelvin said, laughing at the interaction.

“What the fuck do you want?” I asked. “You doing all this yapping but ain’t saying shit. If you’re going to do something, then do it. Stop prolonging this whole shit.”

He leaned down in my face. This time his mug was more intense, yet I wasn’t scared.

“You’re just like your fucking father, ain’t you? Walk around thinking motherfuckers fear y’all. When y’all ain’t nothing but the devil on the Earth.”

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