Page 57 of Demons and Debts
A third one, a lean dude with a crew cut, makes sure I see him pull his fist back.
‘Right at the bottom,’ he says with a nasty smile, grabbing my face hard. ‘If we want to touch you, we will. If we want you on your knees swallowing our dicks, you beg for them. If we want you to take them somewhere else, you bend over, hold yourself open for us, and say ‘thank you’.’
I turn my head away from this colossal asshole, tensing my stomach muscles but I know it's not going to matter. These guys are big. Shifter big. I’ll be on the ground, coughing up blood in about two seconds.
But before his fist lands, he's hauled away and the hands holding my arms go slack. I rip myself the rest of the way from their holds and I run, tripping down the stairs of the deck as I try to get away from the monsters. I don't hear anything, but I'm suddenly restrained and held tight against someone. I scream, wondering which of them has me now.
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Sie
I've been watchingfrom the shadows ever since I saw her come outside, pretending she wasn’t sneaking around. I didn’t do anything to stop her, wondering what she was going to do now that she had found herself a very small chance of getting out of here. Was she just trying to escape? Or was she going to make off with Vic’s family’s silver too?
My crazy head tells me she needs to be punished for running, but the ‘punishment’ it supplies is an image of her hanging by her wrists in the cells with my head buried between her spread legs.
I drag myself out of what’s quickly becoming a full-fledged hallucination.
Out on the deck, Callaghan and the pricks he brought with him notice her and what I see in their eyes, I don't like. He and his buddies are permanent fixtures at our parties, like a lot of the other fighters are even though none of them are part of the Club itself.
I've told Vic more than once that I don't like him here. But we do a lot of business with his boss, so they get an invite. I'm sick and tired of him and his asshole friends coming to our house and acting like it’s theirs.
I watch for a little while longer, lost in that punishment I want to give her again, and, when I come back, I see they've surrounded her. She's in the midst of them. I hear them goading, laughing, telling her she’s there to serve them.
No, fuckers, she’s here to serve me and my clan, not your pack. Fucking mongrels. She doesn’t want you.
Unable to help the possessive growl that comes from deep inside of me, I stride forward, and I grab Callaghan’s arm before it causes damage to our newest girl’s face. He might be a good fighter in the ring, but out here I throw him back easily. I have 50lbs on this asshole. If I still let loose in the ring these days, I’d beat him easily.
‘Get your own human!’ I snarl, practically throwing him over the guardrail of the deck. I hear him hit the ground with a low thud and he groans. I glare back at the two others who are already backing away from her and me. They've let her go, and, before I know it, she’s diving into the dark.
‘We’re sorry, Man. We didn't know she was yours.’
I sneer at the blatant lie. ‘Maybe make sure everyone knows who she is because the next time someone outside the Iron I’s touches what’s ours, an army of spellcasters will be needed to find whatever pieces are left of ‘em.’
They take a couple more steps back, both of them paling. I think the one on the left might have even pissed his pants a little.
Pathetic.
I leap after the girl, following her easily. She hasn’t even made it to the trees yet. I grab her and she screams, her body rigid as I pull her back-first into me.
With a roll of my eyes, I pick her up, throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into the house. I take her back up to Theo’s room, avoiding the party as best I can, and put her down. My brain is screaming at me to take her to the cells, do what I want with her. But I resist.
She stares at me, her eyes wide, and as soon as my hands leave her body, she runs.
I dart back to the door, prepared to stop her from trying to escape again, but that's not where she goes. Instead, she practically throws herself into Theo’s closet, not even turning on the light and closing the door hard behind her.
What the fuck?
I give it a minute and she doesn't come back out. My crazy seems to have quieted in the face of hers, so I open the door and turn on the light, not sure what to expect.
‘What are you doing in there?’
She doesn’t answer, and, at first, I can’t see her. I scan the small space and catch sight of her face. It’s like that closet scene out of E.T., but instead of stuffed animals, it’s Theo’s clothes. I push some of them aside so I can get a better look at her.
She's backed into the corner like an animal, her knees drawn up and she’s struggling to get something out of her pocket. Pulling out a little case with some wireless earbuds in it that she fumbles with, she tries to put them in her ears with shaking hands. She's rocking a little, breathing hard.
What is wrong with this human?
‘Please leave me alone,’ she whispers, but she doesn't make any eye contact with me.
