"Don't worry. I don’t think your girlfriend is going to melt from a little bit of pop. I don't see what the big deal is. She threw her dirty underwear at me like I was a dog, I retaliated."
"My girlfriend?"
"Isn't that the same trick who was sucking you off earlier?"
"Mind your business. I will fuck who I want, and get sucked off by who I want, whenever I want." He leaned back against the door jam between his bedroom and the bathroom and peered at me. "What did you think? I would get some of your pussy and be locked down? You thought yours would be the last pussy I'd pound out. I promise you I won't even remember what you look like five minutes after you leave. Your nothing but a mouth and a pussy to me; remember that shit before you start getting all in your feelings." He turned and went into the bathroom.
I told myself that this was going to be strictly business, but I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't already a little hooked on Shepard. It burned to see him fucking around with another woman even if I knew that he wasn't mine.
Mine?
He called me his downstairs, "What did you mean when you said I was yours downstairs?"
"Do you ever shut up?" He bellowed through the door, "Fuck, can't I take a shit in peace?"
I sat on the small daybed if he thought I wasn't going to press him for more information, he had another thing coming.
I waited for him to get out of the bathroom, and then I asked him again. "What did you mean by that?"
"Don't look too much into it; I just didn't want there to be a fight. Rooster won't tolerate it." He pulled a shirt from his dresser and tried to put it on.
"But what did you mean?"
"You belong to me. You are my responsibility, anything you do reflects on me, and anything anyone does to you has to go through me. You understand now?"
I tried to stay logical about what he was saying, but something about him claiming me and then letting that woman go down on him lit me on fire.
"And what if I don't want to belong to you? I don't want to belong to anyone. Let me tell you something, so you understand. I am here to work, and I'm here to pay back a debt. I don't belong to you, and I'm not your property."
He laughed at me.
"Don't laugh at me." My cheeks were getting hot, and I could feel my eyes start to burn with unshed tears. I spent too long being used by people and made to feel like I needed to be dependent on others. I was my own person, and he was going to understand that. I bent down and picked up the first thing my hand touched, an Ipad that he must have left here.
"Don't fucking laugh at me!" I yelled, I felt the electronic device leave my hand, I heard it smash on the wall behind him, but I couldn't believe that I had done it.
He stopped laughing then, he turned around and looked at the mess behind him, he turned back to me. "Enough of this shit."
"Don't you touch me! Don't fucking touch me!" I didn't know this man, but I did know what he was capable of.
He stormed in my direction and grabbed me hard by my hair, my knees buckled, but I didn't fall. I hurried along behind him as he sped walked through the compound.
"You want to be treated like a fucking worker. Fine, have it your way." He kicked open the door to the basement level and towed me down the stairs.
"Wait!" I could feel my feet slipping beneath me, my ankles twisting in awkward positions trying to keep me from tumbling face-first down the steep stairway, he was moving to fast. "Shepard, please, you're going to hurt me, please." I grabbed onto his wrist as I felt my leg slip complete out from under me. He had a firm grip on my hair and used that to keep me up.
He slammed me against the stone wall and latched the handcuffs onto my wrist. He squeezed them tight and moved everything away from me.
"This what you want? You want to be treated like a piece of shit? So be it. I don't want you to do shit for this club, stay here and fucking rot."
Chapter 10
Gianna’s POV
I watched as he started to turn all the lights off, being in the basement, there weren't even any windows where stray light could come in. "No, you can't leave me here! How will I use the bathroom?"
"Piss and shit where you stand, I don't give a fuck. If you die down here, so be it. I am not a fucking babysitter, you had your choice, and this is what the hell you chose."
"I’m not one to be used and left. We had a deal. This wasn't part of the arrangement!"
"Fuck the deal. You wanted to buy your dead beat brother time, and this is how you do it."
He shut off the last light and turned away from me, and I could feel the panic begin to rise. He was really going to leave me in this horrible rat infested basement. "Don't leave me here. Don't leave me!" I screamed, but I could already hear him walking away. He didn't say a word, even as he slammed and locked the door behind him.
"Fuck!" I let my head hang down, finally letting the tears that I tried to keep at bay fall.
Shepard's POV
I knew better. There was no reason for me to go along with taking Gianna. There was no reason for her to be here. I should have just shot both of them, as was my protocol. All this extra drama wasn't my scene.
I joined up with the Spawns of Chaos because I was a delinquent. Plain and simple, I never was one to do things the right way. I wanted shit done my way, and my way almost always ended up with someone bleeding on the floor.
They accepted me, and they kept me with money in my pocket and a brotherhood that I was never going to find anywhere else. The club only had three rules. 1- Bring chaos to get peace. I couldn't be afraid of a fight, that was never a problem for me. 2- Die with honor, again, never was a problem for me; I wasn't afraid to die. If it were my time, fuck it, I would go out in a storm of bullets. 3- Protect your brother, this was probably the hardest of all the rules, a lot of times my brothers did some dumb shit. Still, that was all I needed to worry about. I didn't look for new ways to make the club money. I didn't ask any unnecessary questions, and I never did anything more than what was needed. Yet here I was with a slave who was stubborn as fuck, a loan out to some junkie I knew wasn't going to pay back and a brother who was missing.
I didn't know how I got in this situation, but I was ready to get the hell out of it.
I walked out of the compound to get some air. I was tired of thinking about Gianna, tired of worrying about my place in the club, tired of trying to find Tex. I was just fucking tired.
I saw Hatchet, Rooster, and Maino all outside they were surrounding Kat. I was surprised as fuck to see why they were all surrounding him. He was sitting on a brand new Ducati. I didn’t know much about those bikes, I was more into Harleys, but I knew a brand new Ducati could run you up to thirty thousand dollars, not to mention all the new gear that he had along with it.
“Damn, brother, this shit is nice,” I said as I rolled up on him.
“Damn right, you want one? I got you brother.” He put his hand out for a pound while he laughed.
“Yeah, you rolling in cash like that?” I knew what his take was. We all had the same cut.
“Why you counting his money?” Rooster looked at me, and I could see that if I answered, he would jump down my throat. Maybe Rooster was giving Kat extra off the top, Kat one of Rooster’s best friends. I guess he didn’t want anyone digging too deep into that shit. I let it go; I had no choice but to let it go.