"Good, and don't steal anything either, I'll know, and you’ll pay. We will work out how you will start your payments when I get back."
"Fine."
She laid back on the bed, and I walked out, making sure to activate the slam lock so no one could get in unless she invited them in.
I ran out to my bike to start on my search for Tex. It was going to be a long night.
Chapter 7
Gianna's POV
What the fuck are you doing?
Never in my life had I ever done what I’d just done with Shepard. I should be angry, I should be fighting back, but something in the way he behaves has me going against everything I know I should be doing.
Physically, he is so far from my type. He has short hair, almost a baldy, and he speaks as if people owe him the world. He has a great body, I could see every well-defined muscle, and the intensity of his chocolate-colored eyes was amazing. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
I should be looking for a way to get away, but I know if I do, they’ll go straight for my brother. I wasn't going to let that happened, not after I’d been through so much already.
I would do what Shepard asked me to do so I could pay back what he owed them. I had never heard of the Spawns of Chaos before today, but just from what I could see walking through the compound, I knew they were not to be fucked with. Especially the one Shepard called Rooster.
I closed my eyes and tried to block out everything that happened today, the men jacking off to my breasts, the rats in the basement, even Shepard coming down there and fucking my brains out.
Even though it was so hot, and felt so damn good.
My hands began to roam softly over my body, which was still in overdrive. Shepard, having stopped before I could finish, I was used to not finishing. None of my exes had been able to satisfy me, but I thought what happened with Shepard was completely different. It wasn't that he couldn't satisfy me; it was solely because he didn't want to.
The selfish prick.
"Stop it!" I ripped my hand away from my body and slammed them down on the bed. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of cumming to his memory. Fuck him.
I rolled over into the pillow and took a long deep breath; it smelled of him. That did nothing but cause my need for him to flare up again. I pulled one of the blankets off and walked over to the daybed that he had on the other side of his room.
I used one of the few pillows that he had on the couch and went to sleep. I was here to work, not fantasize about the man who put me in this situation in the first place.
Today, I fucked up. I let my hormones get the better of me, tomorrow I would be better. Tomorrow it would be all business.
Chapter 8
Shepard's POV
I was dead tired and just wanted to fall out. It was already past midday, and I’d no luck finding Tex. This was a fucking problem; even on his medication, the man was a bit off-kilter. Off his medication, he was sure to get into some fucking trouble that I’m not sure he’d be able to get out of.
Rooster sent Hatchet to go and ask Clean and the Wings of Diablo for help in finding him while I got some shut-eye. Tex needed to get off the street.
I was worried, but I was too tired to keep on looking.
I used my key to open the door to my room, but when I looked over at the bed, Gianna wasn't there.
"Motherfucker." I ran over to the large California King bed and threw the covers around just to make sure. What if they managed to draw her out of the room? What if she tried to run? I started to panic. I didn't even know why I cared so much; she was just a fucking prisoner, someone who owed me some cash.
Mine.
My inner voice or whatever the fuck they call it was telling me exactly why I was freaking the fuck out. She was my responsibility, my tight pussy, my little slut. She was all mine. I turned ready to walk out the door when from the corner of my eye, I could see a large object on my sofa.
I walked over toward it, and before I could even get all the way there, I could hear the soft snoring. She must have fallen asleep there instead of on the bed.
I bent down and shook her leg, startling her from her deep sleep.
"What the fuck are you doing over here?"
"I don't know you, and I’m not going to sleep in your bed."
"Did I give you the fucking option? I put you on the bed, so get your ass back over there in the bed. If I wanted you to fuck up my couch, that’s where I would have put you." I ripped the blanket back from her and let the cool air of the room shock her fully awake.
"What the hell is it hurting where I sleep? Why do you have to be such an asshole!" She jumped up and screamed in my face.
I caught her face in my hand, the same position as before. "I am not going to keep telling you to watch how you fucking talk to me. You don't run shit in this place. If I tell you to sleep with your ass hanging out the window, that’s how you will sleep. I’m starting to think you were more fucking trouble than what you’re worth."
That was enough to shut her up. She was there for a reason, to save her scumbag junkie brother.
"Fine, I'll sleep in the bed where you put me. May I go to bed now?" She asked, trying but failing to keep the attitude out of her voice.
"Hurry up before I change my mind."
I watched as she pulled the cover off the couch and walked over to the bed, her long blonde hair splashing against my stark white pillow as she snuggled in to go back to sleep.
I took my leather off and hung it on the door, and I kicked my shoes and pants off, leaving just my t-shirt and boxers on. I walked over to the bed and started to get in.
She popped up as soon as I pulled the covers back.
“What do you think you are doing?"
“What the fuck does it look like I am doing, I’m going to bed."
“With me?"
I rolled my eyes; she couldn't be fucking serious. "Woman, I already had my cock down your throat, and you’re worried about me sleeping next to you?" I pulled the cover back and got in, she was backward as fuck and that goody two shoe routine was getting old fast.
She laid back down, but I could tell that she was still a bit nervous about sharing a bed with me. She was fidgeting under the covers.
“If you don't stop that shit, you can sleep on the fucking floor."
"Sorry."
I closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. I was too worried about Tex, I knew he was a grown man, but I didn't want anything to happen to him.
"Did you find your friend?" She asked quietly from beside me.
"How’s that any of your fucking business." I snapped at her and turned to my side.
I sighed and turned back over. There was no way that I was going to be able to go to sleep anyway. I might as well indulge her questions. "No, I didn't find my friend."
"Oh, I'm sorry, you didn't find him, not that he’s lost." She said matter of factly.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean. Don't talk shit about my brothers." I looked over at her.
"Be serious Shepard, the man smacked me in the face with semen, do you really expect me to be all broken up that he isn't here anymore?"
She had a point; I guess she had a reason to be a bit upset at him. "That wasn't entirely his fault."