Chapter Seven
“She’s not packed her bag yet, or called you all different kinds of scum so I’m guessing you’re safe,” Paul said, whistling by his side.
They were walking down the street, heading toward one of their underground fight clubs. There had been a dispute between two of his fighters, and he’d been called to settle it. Like always, his brother was with him.
Paul was pretty handy with a crowbar.
“Lori’s not leaving, ever,” he said.
“Does she know that?”
“Yes.”
“Why do I feel you’re lying, brother?” Paul asked with a smirk.
“You can think what you like.”
“You are aware that you can ask a woman to marry you, and you don’t need to lock her into a contract or anything, or blackmail her?”
Dawg didn’t see what his brother was finding so amusing, and glared at him.
Paul held his hands up. “I’m sorry, okay. I just find this really funny. I shouldn’t, should I? You and Lori being a thing that she doesn’t even know about.”
He ignored Paul’s jibes as they entered the gym. Several of the fighters that were there stood, but he again ignored them. His brother had stopped his rambling, and Dawg made his way downstairs to where most of the fights were raging.
Ortiz was there, waiting. Both men were being held down by several men, and he looked between each of them.
“You want to tell me what the problem is here?”
“They’re fixing fights,” Ortiz said. “Making bets on who would win and who will lose.”
Dawg looked between the two men, seeing the fear there. “You didn’t know?”
“No. One of the women was cleaning out the locker rooms when she heard them talking. It’s only their fights they’re throwing, and they were not under any instructions to do so.”
Dawg looked at both men. They had good records for winning, and he’d earned a great deal of money off their fighting, but he wasn’t in the mood to be gracious today.
Pulling out both of his guns, he fired a shot at each man through the skull, ending their lives.
“Problem is solved. Let it be known that if you try to fuck with me, I’ll end them.” He turned toward Ortiz. “Bury them.”
With that, he left the gym, and many of the men were quaking.
“What the fuck was that?” Paul asked.
“There was a problem. I solved it.” He shrugged and looked at his brother.
“You never go in and do shit like that. Don’t you want to figure out who put them up to throwing the fights?”
“Go ahead, do what you need to do. I’ve got other things to deal with.”
Before he could climb into the car, Paul grabbed his arm and nodded at the driver to leave. Dawg glared at his baby brother. “You’re overstepping right now.”
“I know this thing with Lori has you focused on her right now, but as the boss, you’ve got to take into consideration a lot of other factors. Did those men make bets themselves, or was someone else wanting the piece of the pie? I never question you, and the fact that I am should be a huge wakeup call, Dawg.”
Paul stepped back.
“You’re not coming?”
“No. I’m going to go and see if there’ve been any big payouts, and where the money has gone.”
Dawg watched his brother head back into the gym. He nodded at three guards to follow him. He loved his brother very much, and he’d never accept anything happening to him, just because his head wasn’t in the game.
On the drive back to his home, he thought about what his brother had said, and knew Paul spoke the truth.
Lori was his entire world, and had been from the moment he saw her. With her in his home right now, in his life, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Especially after what her father had told him.
Entering his home, he smelled something awful, and as he made his way into the kitchen, he caught sight of something that looked burned to a crisp.
“Are you killing people in my home?” he asked.
Lori looked up.
“It’s supposed to be roast duck, but your oven is broken.”
He moved toward the oven. “Did it tell you to have it on the highest setting?”
Her cheeks were red. “No.”
“So you can’t cook?”
She sighed and threw down her oven mitt. “I can cook, okay? I can cook a lot of things, but I’ve never been able to get duck right, and I passed the supermarket today, and there’s this recipe with potatoes and a salad, and it looked good. I wanted to cook you a nice meal.”
He watched her, and something twisted in his gut.
“I know what you did,” he said.
Lori’s back tensed up, and she turned to look at him. Her face had gone pale, and the moment he said the words, he knew that had been the problem for him. He’d been keeping it secret, when he needed her to know that she wasn’t alone.
“Dad told you?” she asked.
“I knew something had happened to you. I didn’t know what.”
“How?”
“You said that you couldn’t have his blood on your hands.”
“That’s just a sentence.”
“The way you said it, I knew you’d had some blood on your hands before, and the way you hide from violence. You’re afraid.”
She looked utterly scared. Her hands fisted at her sides, and she bit her lip.
“I’m not judging you.”
“Why? I judged you.”
“I killed two men today,” he said. He’d never spoken to anyone about what he did within his line of work.
Her eyes went wide. “What?”
“They were rigging a sport, and instead of finding out why, I just shot them.” He shrugged.
She shook her head. “I can’t … this is crazy. You can’t just tell me you killed two men.”
“You killed one.”
Tears once again filled her eyes. “I’m a monster.”
“You’re not a monster. Not even close, baby.”
“He was hurting her.”
“I know.”
He pulled her into his arms as the tears soaked his chest.
Dawg didn’t care.
He’d hold her for the rest of his life.
****
The tears subsided, and Lori felt at peace in a strange way. No one but her father knew what she’d done, and she’d kept that with her all this time. When she’d walked into her home and heard her mother’s cry, she didn’t know what to expect.
To see a man raping her mother had been one of the most terrible things she’d ever witnessed.
She’d reacted without thinking. Her instinct had been to protect her mother.
Dawg stroked her hair, and something else began to stir inside her. Placing her hands on his chest, she ran them up to his hair. She rarely wore makeup, and even though her face was puffy from crying, she had to kiss him.
Pulling his head down, she slammed her lips against his and whimpered as his touched her.
The hand on her hair gripped the back of her neck tightly, and she held onto him like a lifeline, not wanting to let go.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he said.
“Fuck me.” She didn’t curse ever, but right now, she wanted him.
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me. To make me forget everything, and just not remember.”
He slammed her against the wall, placing her hands above her head, locking them within one of his own. “You want me to take your pretty pussy right here, right now?”
“Yes. I want you, Dawg.” She licked her lips, unsure what to say to make him realize that she spoke the truth. “Don’t you want me?”
His free hand ran down her body. “Yes, I want you.” He stepped away. “You can strip for me. I want to see every single inch of you.”
She didn’t even hesitate to begin removing her clothes. One by one, they came off, and as she did, she kept her gaze on him.
He didn’t look away, not even for a moment. When he began to do the same, peeling off each layer of clothing, she couldn’t help but smile. He looked perfect, each muscle thicker than the next.
The strength within him, and knowing what he did, should have her running away, but she didn’t care.
All she wanted was him.
He pushed his pants down, and his cock sprang forward. Going to her knees before him, she wrapped her fingers around his dick, and not waiting for instruction or invitation, she circled the tip before taking more of him into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she sucked him into her throat, pulling off so that she didn’t gag, and then taking more. He tasted amazing.
She bobbed her head and relished each sound that he made as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm. She didn’t want it to end, but he pulled on her hair, drawing her to her feet. He slammed her against the wall. His hands moved all down her body, driving her need for him higher.
He squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and slapped them after he let them go.
“You drive me so fucking crazy. You know that? All this time, I’m thinking about you, and you don’t even realize how much.”
She gasped as his cock found her entrance and he slammed inside her. He moved her a little away from the wall and bent her over, keeping both of her hands firmly on the wall.
He fucked her hard, thrusting in her repeatedly. Her pussy felt raw, but with each touch of his cock within her, she felt herself getting wetter.
“Touch your pussy, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Releasing the wall, she touched her clit, stroking over her bud as Dawg slid his hands up, cupping her tits, pinching the nipples.
He didn’t stop fucking her.
The grip on her hips tightened even more, and she felt her release rush toward her, shocking her with how quickly and easily he brought it to her.
His cock stroked over her G-spot, and when she came, she did so, screaming his name, pleasure pulsing through her entire body. It was almost too much, and yet not even enough.
He groaned her name, pounding inside her.
She took his cock, not wanting anything other than the pleasure he gave her.
The hands on her hips tightened, and he thrust within her one final time, filling her with his cum. Each wave, each pulse, she felt the ice within her strip away as not only did he take possession of her body, but he also took possession of her heart as well. She was no longer oblivious to her feelings, but they were very real for him.
They were both panting. Neither of them ready to let the other go, and she closed her eyes, basking in the glow of what had just happened.
Dawg kissed her neck, his tongue flicking over her pulse, and she enjoyed his attention. “I’m never going to let you go,” he said.
“You don’t have to let me go, Dawg. I’m not going anywhere.”
He pulled out of her pussy and spun her around to face him. Her back was once again to the wall, and she felt his cum sliding out of her, down her leg.
His thumb traced her lips, and she smiled at him.
“You have no idea, do you? You’ve no idea how much I’ve wanted you, even when you’ve tried to fight me.”
She rested her cheek against his palm. “I wanted you as well. I just … I didn’t think I should want you.”
“No more fighting. You’re my woman. You’ve been in my bed for months now, and I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “So, what are you going to do with me now that you have me?”
Lori squealed as he picked her up and carried her up to his bed. She didn’t fight. She didn’t want to fight anymore.
For the first time in her life, she actually felt safe, and she never wanted to lose that feeling.