~Chapter 4
~Shadow
When she grabbed up at her shirt, I almost couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Knowing what she looks like under those clothes did little to help with that. I haven’t taken my eyes off her for more than the time it took to deal with the stupid fucks that we found her with. And take care of them I did. Number seven on that goddamn list of hers, Floyd, is no more, neither is his piece of shit buddy. That either of them had the nerve to touch something that didn’t belong to them still causes my blood to boil. I made sure that they each met their maker in as much pain as possible, not even making sure that they were dead when I set the fire that destroyed the fucking meth house they had my Peach living in. I’ve let Gun and Preach deal with everything else so that I wouldn’t be far from her side since then though. I just can’t seem to keep my thoughts far from this slip of a girl.
Thinking back to the list that I only had on me for a few short days, a list that I will never forget as long as I live.
- 7. Floyd Williamson 11/24/88 Peachtree, GA.
- 6. Edward Harkness 1/14/74 Bentonville, AR.
- 5. Richard Lawton 10/30/82 Frankfort, KY.
- 4. Carlos Santana 2/21/93 Cleveland, OH.
- 3. Waylon Flag III 4/9/95 Detroit, MI.
- 2. Waylon Flag 7/9/59 Chicago, IL.
- 1. Harold Quinns 8/16/65 Burlington, WI.
I know that the men on that fucking list, the seven as she calls them, are the ones that have done things to my Peach. They are the men that have hurt her over the years she’s has been away from Irene. When my mind runs wild with thoughts of what could’ve been done to her the anger runs through me. I know that the years of training our government has given me will be put to a use I or they never expected. Making sure that my Peach’s list is wiped clean and each and every one of those fuckers is put to ground.
Losing myself in those thoughts, I don’t stop until I notice my Peach starting to rouse across the room from me. I knew that the time for us to talk was at hand and hoped she didn’t hate me too much for what she was about to relive.
She has done little more than sleep these last few days, and my mind has gone fucking crazy with thoughts of what has happened to her. I need to know about each and every piece of shit that has led her to where she is, because as soon as I get her settled in Chicago they will be mine. Every one of those stupid pieces of shit, will be mine, one by fucking one.
MINE.
Just like she is.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Not only is she young enough to be my fucking kid, not that I would know what that’s like or want to, but she has been through hell these past few years. I know that my world is not what she needs, but I am not sure if I will be able to hold off. I have never felt this way about someone and I’ve only known her for a few short days, which she has been unconscious for. It was just something in the jolt I felt when I touched her that first day, in the look of innocence and desperation in her eyes, and that fucking body of hers didn’t do much to distract my thoughts either.
Pacing towards my bike, I swing a leg over before reaching into my pocket for a smoke, only to realize I’ve left them inside. Thinking back to the last few days, I’m not sure how these feelings have come on so strongly, but there is not one fucking doubt in my mind that this little Peach is my undoing. That she is the woman who was meant for me, the ol’ lady that I have never wanted until this moment, and the only woman that will be strong enough to bow down and serve me alone.
Breathing deep, I get up off the bike and stalk back towards the room. Adjusting my cock, which has been straining my pants at the thought of my girl, my little Peach, I hope to fuck she doesn’t try anything more. I don’t know if I am strong enough to deny her again, no matter what her mind and body have been through.
Unlocking the door, I step into the room, almost in a panic at its emptiness until I hear the water. Moving quickly towards the bed, I grab up my smokes before heading back to the door. I only make it a step before my eye catches the movement in the bathroom, and I can’t stop my feet from following the path my eyes have laid out.
Stopping in the doorway, I rest my arm against it as my eyes take in the scene in front of me. The shadows in the bathroom might be playing tricks on me, but I feel like this little girl is putting on a show for me. The dirty bastard that I am can’t stop himself from looking and wishing my thoughts were the truth. That mine were the hands running over that tempting fucking body. That the scars on my little Peaches body and mind were not as fresh as they are.
After only a few moments lost in my thoughts, I start to turn away from the erotic scene in front of me, but stop short when I hear the sweetest noises I could ever imagine. If the moans weren’t enough to drive me over the edge and having me palming my cock through my jeans, hearing my name spilling from her lips sure as shit does it.
I can’t stop myself from freeing my cock and stroking it roughly at the sounds. As her noises ramp up, my rhythm quickens to keep pace with my little Peach. This is so fucking wrong, but I can’t seem to stop myself. As her moans start to come more quickly, I know that her release is impending and do my best to make sure to join her. I see Rebecca throw her head back, and hear my name spilling from her lips, as cum spills from me.
I feel like some fucking horny fucking teenager, I have not let a woman affect me like this since, fuck, never. Wiping away my cum from the wall, I tuck myself inside my pants, before I am able to turn my eyes once more towards the shower. I am quick to move when I see the curtain pulling slowly to the side, knowing that my presence will not only spook my little Peach, but probably drive her to something that she doesn’t need. Me. well not yet at least, not until she has a chance to heal and become the woman that she needs to be. When that happens however, all bets are fucking off, she will be mine and there is no-one or nothing that can keep me from her.
Moving quickly, I end up seated in the chair by the door. Staring blankly at the bathroom, waiting to see what my little Peach will do when she realizes that she is not alone. That I will never run away from her or the problems that are haunting her. Right then, I know that after I have her settled in Chicago, I will stop at nothing to put each and every piece of trash from her past to ground.