Four Months. Six Days. Five Hours.
I’ve watched her from a distance. She’s too damn pure for my tastes, but right now I don’t give a damn. What started out as a temptation is now a full-blown obsession. She doesn’t know me from any other fucker in this town, but I don’t care. My need is overtaking every other sense in my body and I want nothing more than to make her mine.
She’s pure. Never even looks at the men who practically undress her with every look. The guy at the bar is watching her like a hawk and I can only imagine the thoughts that are running through his head. They are probably pretty similar to mine. He’s fucking crazy if he thinks that she will give it up to him. She doesn’t fuck the customers and she sure as hell doesn’t know how damn beautiful she is.
Watching her from the corner of the bar is what I do most nights. I can’t help myself. After watching the shit go down with my brother and Harlyn, I haven’t been able to get the blonde out of my head. I watch her hair fall into her face and she pulls a hair tie off her wrist to fasten it into a messy bun.
I’ve always been jealous of my big brother in a sense, but watching as he tore himself apart after what he and Harlyn went through was something I never wanted to see again. He was a mess, but she was worse. I spent countless nights with her trying to make her feel safe again. The day we found out she was pregnant, her entire world crashed down around her. She was a goddamn wreck and there was nothing that I could do to snap her the fuck out of it.
My attention goes back to the blonde. I watch as she mixes drinks and pours beers for the people standing at the bar to my left. Her eyes look up as if she knows I’m watching her. When her eyes meet mine, they soften for a split second before she blushes and looks away.
Every time I try to talk to her, she gets shy and flushed. I want to think that I am the only one who does that to her, but the truth is, I don’t know. She’s hard to get a read on, and as much as I like knowing that she gets flustered talking to me, it does nothing in comparison to the raging hard-on she gives me every time I see her smile.
Her smile could light up the night sky. She’s so damn beautiful. My phone buzzes in my pocket and when I pull it out, I see that it’s my Uncle Viktor. Pressing the ANSWER button, I put the phone to my ear and listen. I don’t even need to say hello, he just starts talking as soon as I as pick up.
“Niko, I need you in my office in an hour. A shipment went missing and it’s the one you had scheduled while you were off playing grab ass with that bitch.”
I don’t even bother to answer him. I wasn’t playing fucking grab ass when I scheduled that shipment. I was taking care of Harlyn and forcing her to eat when all she did was sleep, cry and have morning sickness. I was saving my brother’s child and his ol’ lady. Plus, I was trying to keep Stavros from banging my damn door down when I wouldn’t tell him where I had her stashed away.
“Nikolai, I know you haven’t been in the game lately and I blame that brother of yours. He’s got your head all fucked up and I need you to buck the fuck up. We have shit we need to take care of. No getting fucking sloppy again. I don’t want either of us sitting in a jail cell because you can’t pull your head out of your ass. Kick the bitch to the curb and get back to work.”
“Don’t fucking tell me how to run my life, Uncle Viktor. I’ve done my fair share of shit for you. Stavros needed my help and I gave it to him. I’m not playing fucking house. I’ll deal with my guys.” I hang up before he can say anything else to me. He’s been a dick since I took a few days off to help Stavros out. I wasn’t going to let my brother lose the only thing that he’s ever cared about.
Slamming my phone on the bar, I see the blonde look over in my direction. She carefully makes her way towards me once the bar clears. “Can I get you anything else?” Her voice is a raspy whisper and I love the way it sounds. It’s a straight line to my dick and I can already feel myself getting hard again.
“The only thing I want is a number.” She blushes at my words and puts both hands on the bar, eyes focused on me.
“Why would you want that?” Her shirt is tightly pulled across her breasts and I slowly take her in.
“Because you are the best thing I’ve seen in this bar. Nothing else compares to you.” She blushes again and straightens her back.
“You look like you’re a man who gets what he wants without trying.” I nod my head at her statement. It’s true. I can bed almost any bitch I want, but one night with her won’t be enough. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. She bends down to grab something and I get a perfect view of her cleavage. “I’m sure you already have a line around the block of women who want to take you to bed.”
Her eyes meet mine again and I shrug. “Don’t care about those bitches. I have my eyes set on something a little more reserved.” She raises an eyebrow at me and I just grin at her.
Someone at the other end of the bar yells for her and she turns her head towards him or her, putting a finger up in the air before she turns her attention back to me. “If you really want my number, I have a feeling that you’ll be able to get it without me giving it to you.” She gives me a sassy grin and I know I'll be accepting her challenge. What she doesn’t know is that I already know everything about her. Like I said, I’ve been watching her.
“You have no idea, pretty girl.” She gives me a shy smile before reaching her hand across the bar top to touch my hand. Her gesture isn’t anything major, but when her fingertips touch my skin, I see her eyes widen a fraction. She quickly pulls away and starts to back up and walk away, but I stop her. “I’ll be seeing you again.” I wink at her and watch the blush creep up her neck. She gives me one last shy smile before walking towards the other side of the bar. Throwing down a big tip for her, I drain the rest of my drink and make my way towards the door. I feel her eyes on me still and I can’t help but grin as I walk out the door and towards my car.
Opening the door, I hear my phone beep with a new text and I groan. I don’t want to deal with my brother’s bullshit right now. He’s still pissed that I won’t give him the information he’s looking for, but I don’t give a shit.
Seeing Harlyn’s name on the screen doesn’t make me feel better, but I rather deal with her moody ass than my brother’s. I swear they need to stop being fucking stubborn and just deal with this fucking shit once and for all. I hate being the one stuck in the middle.
After Harlyn was kidnapped, I swear it tore my brother into tiny fucking pieces. It was the first time that we had really talked since he left home at eighteen and left me with our mother. I get that he loves that bitch, but he needs to pull his shit together. Harlyn watched him almost die. He gave himself up just to protect her from that dick that took her and it did a number on both of them.
I mean, they had their problems or so she said, but what they went through almost ruined her and him all at the same time. And instead of standing by him, she ran. I promised Romeo, my brother’s vice president of the Draconic Crimson MC that I would protect my brother’s ol’ lady and fuck if I don’t regret that decision now. If I would have known I’d deal with her cranky pregnant ass, I would have sent her back to him to deal with.
Harlyn: Can you stop by the store. Pretty please?
I groan and shut the door and start the engine.
Me: For what?
Harlyn: I need some chocolate.
Me: Damn fucking pregnant woman.
I can imagine her grin as she reads my message. I swear lately she treats me like her damn slave. She’s almost nine months pregnant and always craving the stupidest shit at random times.
Harlyn: Please
I sigh and put my car in drive and take off towards the store. I’ll drop some candy off at my house that I set her and my nephew at. It was a stupid idea since I have to deal with her on a daily basis, but a blessing since she had the worst time getting over the shit she saw. At least I'll get her off my back until I can get this meeting with my uncle over with.
Putting the car in park, I get out and hit the lock button before I hear his voice behind me. Of course his ass is following me. It’s like the bastard always knows when I’m getting shit for his ol’ lady. “She still having cravings?” I turn to look at my brother and I want to deck the poor bastard. He looks like fucking shit. It’s probably because he doesn’t sleep for shit and is always anxious. He wants me to get her to talk to him, but I’ve tried and failed more than once.
“I really wish you guys would just work your shit out,” I huff out. We make our way through the store and he follows me to the candy aisle. He doesn’t say anything, but he does pick out some of her favorite shit to eat.
“You act like I don’t want to figure this shit out between us. I want her home with me.” He frowns and grabs another candy bar.
“Yeah, but you are both too fucking stubborn to talk to each other. How long is this shit going to go on for? She’s about to spit out your kid and you still haven’t even said one word to each other.” I run my hand through my hair and I hear my phone go off again. She is going to drive me to drink…
“I’ve tried to talk to her and she still isn’t having it. Who the fuck knows if she’ll ever talk to me again.” He sighs in defeat as we make our way over to the checkout lane. He goes to pay for the candy and the girl behind the register giggles at his purchase.
“Are you going to eat all of that?” she asks. Her eyes roam him and I can’t help but laugh. I don’t get how he pulls this many girls. I swear everywhere we go, some bitch is hitting on him. If I were him I’d be tapping each and every one of them while I was waiting for Harlyn to change her mind.
“No, it’s for my pregnant ol’ lady.” His voice is tight and sharp, causing the girl to shrink back a little. One thing I can commend him on is that he still hasn’t touched another woman since Flint and his group of fucking morons took her. She still has nightmares about when she was taken by them. She cries out when her dreams include all the torture that she witnessed Stavros go through at their hands.
Her screams and cries have woken me up more times than I can count.
The poor, now scared, girl is ringing up the rest of the candy and placing it all in the bag. Once he pays, I slap him on the shoulder and walk with him out the door. “You didn’t have to scare the poor girl,” I laugh. He shakes his head and I watch the expressions wash over his features. He’s barely fucking hanging on. “She’ll come around,” I state, sobering up some. I know it may fucking take some time, but I know that she still loves the sorry son of a bitch.
“Yeah, well by the time she does, who knows how old my kid will be.” I watch his expression darken and I know that he’s trying to tamp down the anger. It’s the same anger I seen as a kid when he beat the fuck out of mom’s boyfriend, killing him in front of me and mom. It’s the same anger that comes over me when someone tries to hurt someone I care about. The difference between Stavros and I is that I can tamp mine down. I don’t let it consume me, whereas he does.
“I’ll talk to her.”
He nods his head and pushes the bag of candy into my hand. I watch as he slinks over to his bike and straddles it. His engine roars through the silent parking lot and I pull my phone out and shoot a text to his ol’ lady telling her I’m bringing her damn candy. She sends me back a dozen happy faces as I watch as my brother takes off into the night.