Part 6 (1/2)
”Can I ask why?”
”It's safer for you here,” he says quietly, running a finger down the side of my neck.
”Can you be less cryptic, please?”
He sighs closing his eyes. ”That feels good.”
”Brax,” I say as I go to remove my fingers. He's not concentrating.
”When you broke down last week, it was just added fuel to the already blazing fire. I got a call that the spotter that saw Pyro come to get you also got your license plate number. It's not safe for you and Hazel. That's all I'm telling you, Angel.”
”So we're gonna be stuck here in this clubhouse,” I squeak.
”No baby, just on this side of my town until I can get things right,” he murmurs pulling me to his chest, forcing my head to rest on him.
”I'm not happy with this Braxxon. I've done this s.h.i.+t before. h.e.l.l, I'm only twenty-two years old. I don't do well with limitations and boundaries. It makes me feel trapped,” I grumble.
”Let me make it right. Just don't go out of my town. I don't have to tell you what would happen if they got a hold of you and Hazel do I. I think you can imagine especially if you have a known a.s.sociation with my club.”
That's just it. I tried to stay away for so many reasons, and this one was a perfect example. I don't say anything; I just nod. I don't know what the h.e.l.l I've gotten myself into now. The only thing that's clear is that I have this connection with this man holding me, and I'm down for the count. His gray eyes grab a hold of my soul and pull me with a force so strong that there is no going backwards, only forward. He now owns me. I tried to stay away, and he's made that impossible. I couldn't get away even if I tried.
”You know how to shoot?” Braxxon asks, entwining our hands together.
I sigh. ”Yeah, it's been awhile though.”
”Sniper,” he hollers, causing me to flinch.
His brother comes over holding a beer bottle to his lips looking all kinds of Braxxon like.
”Tomorrow morning take Angel out to shoot. She's rusty,” he says as he squeezes my fingers.
”Done. Who are you taking with you tonight?” Sniper asks.
”ZZ and Smokey.”
”Prez, I don't know if I like that,” Sniper says, taking a seat across from us.
”And...,” Braxxon says.
”G.o.d, you're just like him,” Sniper chuckles.
My interest peaks, but I don't ask which him. I make a note to try to pay attention to Braxxon and his brother more closely if I'm gonna be stuck here.
”Mmm,” Braxxon replies.
”So you can shoot.” Snipers looks at me.
”Yes... just don't ask me why I had to learn,” I mumble. ”My life is off limits. Like my knowing club business is off limits.”
”I like her,” he chuckles.
Braxxon tenses underneath me. ”I like her too,” he growls.
Sniper must take that as his queue to leave because he says nothing. He just gets up and walks away. I lean up and look into Braxxon's gray eyes. I know nothing about this man that has seized me. Absolutely nothing and I can't and won't ask. It's not fair; if I won't share then I don't expect him to answer my questions.
”Hey, where did you go just now?” I ask, trailing my fingers across his piercings.
”I'm right here. I have something to do tonight. The prospects are at your disposal. Anything you want, they can get you. Pyro will get them to take your belongings to my apartment when he gets here. Put it anywhere you want. I'm gonna fix this. I promise, Angel.”
I'm guessing he's talking about my lack of freedom. He's closed off. I don't think I like playing the guessing game with him already.
”Thank you.”
”Uh... Prez...,” PP comes over hesitant.
”Yeah?”
”Um... Christina's here. She's back from Minnesota. She got our message, and well, she's here and with... bags.”
Who the f.u.c.k is Christina?
”s.h.i.+t! Hop up, Angel.” He smacks at my hips.
Again, I'm wondering who the h.e.l.l this Christina chick is. The look in PP's eyes is almost a look of I'm sorry, and now I find myself sweating. Right before my mouth opens to ask who, a tall blonde walks in. She has sungla.s.ses on, and I want to scream at her that it's dark outside. She takes them off and smiles at Braxxon as he walks over to her. She's beautiful. And she's a natural blonde, not a fake one.
”Hey beautiful,” Braxxon says, using the same voice and smooth tone that he uses on me with her.
”Hey handsome,” she coos, before kissing him right on the lips.
The moment she wraps her arms around him, I want to take a machete to them and whack them off. This isn't m.u.f.fler bunny behavior. This woman means something to him, and now I'm supposedly trapped with her here?
”Look Chris, we gotta talk,” Braxxon says, pulling away from her and nodding towards me.
Her blue eyes find me, and she smirks, c.o.c.king her head. She's measuring me up and doing no job of hiding the fact that she is.
”So it would appear,” she hisses.
They walk out of the room and I'm left standing there like an idiot. I want answers, and I want them now. Braxxon has uprooted my d.a.m.n life, had me fired, and I'm in danger because I danced for him at his d.a.m.n birthday. I deserve answers.
”Who is she?” I turn and ask PP.
”She was never his ol' lady. That's all I can say, Star. Just remember, there is a reason she never was.”
”Do you know if he would take her upstairs? I seriously wanna go to bed now,” I whisper.
”He wouldn't do that Star; he took her to the slam room. You can go to bed. I'll let him know.”
”Thank you. Oh, when Hazel and Pyro get back, can you tell her that I just went to bed, and that I'll see her in the morning, please.”
”Will do babe.” He grins.