“Thank you, Demon.”
My brows furrow as I study her now calm face. She was worried about me fucking other girls and then touching her? Is that what this is? She’s had it done to her so many times before now. I suppose this is something different for her, though. She’s never been with a guy like me. I don’t even know what a fucking guy like me is anymore. Not with her around. For some reason I don’t want the other girls hanging off my cock; I want Cheryl there. I don’t want them in my bed, I want her there. What is it about her that has my head a fucking mess? What is it she’s doing to me?
Chapter Seven
“Invite us in,” Amy says with her arms crossed over her chest.
Oh like hell I will. That will never happen. I shake my head as I pull the door closed behind me. Crazy bitch.
“Not happening.”
“Why the hell not? It’s not like Demon hasn’t had us in there before. You can lie and say that we’re having girl time.”
I don’t like her already and I’ve only known her a week. She’s an evil conniving little bitch. The others aren’t so bad, but this one wants everything that is Demon even when I haven’t seen him reciprocate anything in return.
“I’m not being that disrespectful. Been there, done that. And besides, he asked me not to,” I inform her and her slut squad. I’ve given her little group the name of slut squad. Even though we all know what we are, they seem to be the worst ones. They always want what they aren’t supposed to have, like getting into Demon’s room.
“Oh please. Do you think we all haven’t been in there?”
“Don’t you think if Demon wanted you in there he would have asked you in?” We all turn to the voice behind us to find Evie standing with her arms over her chest, glaring. Oh shit. She is pissed off now.
“I…I didn’t invite them in,” I say quickly not wanting the wrath of her.
“I know. I heard it all. Why don’t you girls go clean something. Be useful for a change,” she snaps at them. I fight the urge to smile and start walking behind them when her arm flies out to stop me. “Not you. I have a job for you.”
“Oh, okay. What do you need?” I’m a little afraid to find out to be honest.
“A shower. I need a goddamn shower and I can’t do that if the baby cries. I need you to watch her.”
“Wait, what? Watch her?”
“Yes. I need you to watch her while I take a shower. Can you do that?” I open my mouth but I can’t tell her no. Instead I nod my head and follow her to her room. Right there in the crib is a tiny little girl. Tara. I remember hearing someone call her that. It’s a beautiful name.
“She will wake up as soon as the water turns on, trust me. Just hold her. She’ll stop crying. You can take her to the main room but if any of the guys are smoking tell them to stop.” I nod once more as she heads into the bathroom.
She was right. As soon as the shower turns on the baby cries. I walk over and lift her into my arms, amazed at how tiny she is. She stops crying almost instantly when I cradle her against my chest. It feels weird being in their room so I head back out and into the main room. No one but a few girls are in here and that’s fine by me. Sitting in the chair in the corner I hold her closely and look down at her little sleepy face. She’s beautiful.
“You have any?”
My head pops up when I hear Demon speak. I shake my head when I realize he’s talking about the baby.
“No.”
“Want kids?” I narrow my eyes this time when I look back up at him. He laughs. “Not today. Just in general, Kitten.”
“At some point, but I don’t know if I’d be a good mom. I didn’t have one.”
“She left?”
“Yeah. She didn’t want to deal with me once I hit the crying toddler stages,” I tell him. He nods like he understands but he doesn’t. I hated her. I hated the fact that she left me the way she did. I hated her for leaving me with him. I always felt like she knew what would happen but she didn’t care, and that fact made me hate her even more. I didn’t know back then just how fucked up my life would become. I didn’t know that I would hate people as easily as I’ve learned to since then.
“Well, she looks good in your arms.”
A small smile tugs across my face as I look up at him. He would look good with one too, I think to myself. Shaking the thoughts away, I watch Drake’s seriousness walk over and lean down. His breath is so close to me I can feel it. Then he kisses his daughter’s head and eyes me for a second before walking away, never saying a word.
“Be back late. Wait for me,” Demon says. I nod my head and watch Demon walk off followed by most of the other guys with guns in their hands.
“You got baby duty?” Cali asks when she walks over and sits next to me.
“She’s so sweet. I love the smell of babies. So innocent,” I whisper.
“Who hurt you?”
“No one,” I answer quickly trying to get the attention off me. I don’t share those things easily. “Are you going to the rally?”
“Is Demon taking you?” Her tone is harder and a little pissed off.
“He said I had to go,” I say keeping my eyes on the baby in my arms.
“Grinder asked me to go. I haven’t decided yet. Those things always turn into orgies, and if you aren’t ready to be fucked by five guys at once, I wouldn’t go.”
Is she saying that because she’s mad? She’s mad that Demon is taking me or is she serious? Flashbacks invade my vision, each one playing on a non-stop reel. I shake my head but they won’t stop. Tears fall down my cheeks when I hear Evie but I can still see them. The men. The sweaty, foul smelling men and I was so young. I was a child!
“Shh, it’s okay. Whatever it is, you’re okay now.” Snapping back to reality, I see her sitting in front of me on her knees, caressing my cheek and wiping my tears.
“I’m sorry. That hasn’t happened to me in a long time,” I tell her. Evie nods and reaches for the baby. I pass her off to her mom and wipe my cheeks.
“I know how the past can be. Don’t let it hold you down, honey, because it will. It will drown you if you don’t swim.” I nod my head and watch her stand and walk away.
“Are you okay?” Cali asks.
I nod again and stand, heading out the side door and pulling my cell out. I call Razz needing her guidance and her sanity because I feel like I’m losing mine right now. I barely choke out her name when she answers.
“You okay? You’ve been crying. I can hear it in your voice.”
“Just had a little flashback. Shook me pretty hard. What are you doing?”
“Not much. I was getting ready to take a shower when you called. I miss you being here,” Razz tells me.
“I miss you too. This place is different. Demon is different.”
“How so?”
“He’s into BDSM shit. I’m not even sure about some of the stuff in his room.” She laughs on the other end but I don’t think it’s funny. I’m dead serious. Although he hasn’t told me to go wait in the room for him or used anything on me aside from what I ask about. I wonder why that is?