by Jordan Marie
“Well if you are, then you wouldn’t be yelling at me!”
“You’d make a saint yell at you even during a holy communion with God!”
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I don’t know! You’ve got me upset!”
“Open this damn door before I break it in!”
I stomp to the door. The big-face jerk probably would! He doesn’t care that it would ruin my security deposit! Of course he doesn’t! He doesn’t care about anyone but his big fat self, with the pretty blue eyes and the heart of steel! No… steel is too nice and shiny it’s more like lead or rusty iron!
“What do you want?” I complain, as I yank the door open.
“You need to pack your bags,” he says, anger still locked on his face. It’s those damn eyes that grab my attention though. I hate those eyes. They’ve been haunting me at night.
“I’m not packing! Asshole. It’d serve you right if I stabbed out your eyes with a fork!”
“My eyes….”
“A rusty fork! A rusty fork to match your rusty, full of iron heart!”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Not yet! But if I have to deal with you much longer, I probably will!”
“Addie, I have to get into work, just pack your damn bags and let’s get out of here,” he says, like he’s trying to be reasonable—like I’m the one being completely unreasonable.
“I’m not packing my bags! Why should I pack my bags? What are you even doing here?” As I talk to him—more like yell—I’m stabbing him in the chest with my finger. I advance step by step, making him back up. When he gets off my door step and is finally on the grass of the small—miniscule really—yard, he refuses to move. That’s a shame, I would have liked to have marched him all the way back to his mother’s house.
“I told you not to move to these apartments,” he says putting his hands on his hips and staring down at me.
“You…” I stop because, for a minute I don’t quite connect. It takes me a minute before I realize what he’s saying. “You told me not to move to these apartments?!?!”
“Exactly,” he says calmly—way too calmly.
“You told me not to move into these apartments!” I scream… I think. I’m so mad that I’m not sure how loud I’m talking. Right now the only thing I’m sure of is that I want to kill him.
“Stop screaming at me like a banshee!” he orders, his voice louder but still cold, stoic and unfeeling.
In hindsight that is probably what breaks me. I have so many emotions where Black is concerned, but he can just stand there and be calm and cold and look at me with those eyes—eyes that are only saved because I don’t have a fork in my hand—and it’s like he doesn’t have any emotional involvement.
“I hate you!”
“I’m getting that, but if you don’t quiet down I’m going to have to run you in for causing a disturbance.”
“A disturbance?”
“You’re attracting your neighbors and disturbing their evening.”
I don’t look. Realistically, I know they’re probably looking if they are home because the apartments are tiny and not exactly soundproof. The place is a dump really, but the nerve of Black!
I take a deep breath and try to wrap my head around what he’s thinking.
“Why are you here?”
“I don’t like you being here. These apartments are too dangerous. Your father should have never allowed you to move here, but since he failed to keep you under control, I’m here. Now pack your bags.”
“You don’t like me living here…” I whisper the words, mostly talking to myself. “Failed to keep me under control…”
“Addie—”
“Don’t you dare,” I warn him and this time my voice is quiet. Deathly quiet.
“What?” he asks and for a second I think I see a trace of emotion on his face. I don’t know what it is, but it better be fear.
“Don’t you dare come to my place and tell me that I need to pack up my shit… Shit, by the way, that I’m still unpacking because you don’t think this place is safe for me. Don’t you dare!”
“Princess, I just did. Now get your shit—”
“You’re insane! You’re completely insane. You’re nobody to me, Black Horn! Nobody! Don’t you get that?”
“I—”
“We dated—if you can even call it that and now we don’t. Now it’s over.”
“We dated, Addie. We were a couple!” he growls, and finally—finally I’m getting emotion out of him. The problem is that now I just want to hit him—hit him until all the anger and hurt I feel towards him is gone.
“I don’t think you can call it that, since you couldn’t close the deal, buddy!”
That’s when I hear the people around us. They’re laughing now, not that I care. I’m about to go to jail—probably for the rest of my life—for killing a cop!
“Check it out brother!” I hear someone laughing. “Po-po couldn’t get it up with the Chiquita!”
Black growls at the man, but his attention remains on me.
“I didn’t seal the deal because there was never—”
“That’s right! Never a place. Well now I have a place!”
“It’s a shit place!” Black yells back.
“Well at least it’s a place and I don’t still live at home with my parents!” I scream back.
“Oh dude! That’s cold. Copper still lives at home with his mamá!”
“Fuck!” Black barks. “Get your fucking clothes Princess or you won’t like how I retaliate.”
Then, before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m slamming my hands on his chest, slapping him, hard. I even try to bring my knee up and kick him, but he somehow blocks that.
“You asshole! You just kicked me to the curb without warning! You go weeks without talking to me and then you think you can just show up and order me out of my own apartment? You’re crazy! You’re an egotistical, self-centered, cold-hearted bastard!” I scream and with each insult I can think of I hit him. Black lets me hit him, he doesn’t move. “You’re a prick!” I scream.
“That does it,” he growls. He lifts me up, kicking limbs and all and hefts me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing? You put me down this instant!”
Black walks to my door. It only takes him three strides, but each step bounces his powerful shoulder into my stomach. I thought he was taking me inside my apartment, but that doesn’t happen he slams the door shut, and then he’s walking to his car.
“What are you doing? I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“You don’t have a choice,” he growls.
“This is America! Land of choices!” I argue. “And I choose for you to put me down and then you leave.”
“That’s not happening,” he says opening the back door of his squad car.
“You can’t just force me to go with you!” I argue. “That’s kidnapping! You’re breaking the law! You try it and I’ll make a citizen’s arrest and force Luka to book you!”
“It’s not kidnapping,” he says all but tossing me in the car. It takes me a minute to get up off my back and sit. When I do Black is completely blocking me, leaning down on the car door with his hand on the top of the car. He looks bigger somehow—and he was already huge. His face isn’t stoic anymore either—it’s full of anger. “I’m arresting you, Princess,” he announces and he slams the door shut. I immediately scramble from the seat trying to open the door back up, but there’s literally nothing to open the door with…. There’s no handle… there’s nothing. I look up as he gets into the front and there’s a huge metal cage like thing blocking the front seats from the back. I shudder a little at the reason the car is made the way it is.
Who has been in here before me? What kind of person needs to be subdued in a car with doors that only open from the outside and essentially a cage between them and the law?
“Don’t do this, Black! You can’t arrest me! I’ve done nothing wrong!” I yell, a littl
e bit of panic mixed in with the anger now. I’m claustrophobic and this small back seat with no way out is bringing that to the forefront.
“You assaulted a police officer, Princess,” he says, starting the car. “That’s against the law and it’s my job to uphold it.”
“You’re insane,” I whisper. “You’re totally insane!”
Black ignores me and puts the car in drive, backing out of his parking spot.
I really am going to kill him!
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Black
She’s driving me insane, that’s the only excuse I have. Her dad will probably have me fired, but at least tonight she’ll be safe… even if it is locked up in the small holding cell at the department.
I wince at the thought, then I remind myself that she drove me to it. This could have gone much easier if she had just cooperated the least little bit.
I make it to the department in record time. My head is roaring from the music I kept blasting to stop from hearing Addie rant at me. When I get out, I have every intention of allowing her to walk inside of her own freewill. I should have known Addie wouldn’t be reasonable—even now.
“Get out,” I tell her opening the door.
She looks at me and she’s mad enough to spit nails. I’m lucky she doesn’t have a weapon because if she did, I’m pretty sure I’d be a dead man.
She narrows her eyes—to the point she’s squinting at me. Anger and hate are rolling off of her and I don’t like it. The problem is, I don’t have much of a say in it. I know I did this. I have no idea how to fix it. One thing my talk with mom and fighting with Addie has shown me.
I need her.
I feel more energized and alive right now than I’ve felt at any point in the last two weeks. I thought I was doing what was best for all parties involved, clearly that wasn’t true. Addie has so much anger right now, that has to mean that she felt things for me… before I let my head get lost in the past.
I’ve let Linda fuck with so much. That needs to end now. Jesus. Mom was right.
Addie huffs…or maybe it was a snarl. But she gets out of the car, her gaze locked on my face and never leaving. Once she’s standing, she puts her hands on her hips and looks at me as if she dares me to make a move. My dick is pushing against my pants. She wouldn’t look so sure of herself if she knew how much I was dying to make a move… and not just any move. I want her. I want inside of her. I want her screaming out my name not in anger, but in passion. I want… Fuck, I want her. That’s it in a nutshell.
I just want her.
“Oh look!” she says and an evil smile stretches those plump, juicy lips of hers. “My father is walking over here,” she announces with delight. “He’ll have your job for this.”
She looks so satisfied and happy that I can’t resist turning to look in the direction of the street. When I do, I don’t see anything, I search but the streets are pretty empty. Mason isn’t known for its nightlife. If there are people milling about they’re usually at the bowling alley. It houses a movie theater, roller rink, arcade and several other stores all under one roof.
By the time I turn around, Addie is running out of the parking lot.
“You can’t run from me, Addie,” I warn her, fighting a grin. Then, she turns around, bends down and scoops up the dirt and gravel that cover the parking area and hurls it at me.
“Bastard!” she yells and then takes off running again.
The smile disappears and in its place is a burning desire to make Addie submit. I take off after her, it’s not that hard, my strides are definitely bigger than hers. I wrap my arms around her, locking her body against mine.
“Got you,” I tell her, my chin on her shoulder, my voice—full of victory—close to her ear.
That was probably a mistake. Addie rears her leg back connecting with my shin. Then her fingernails dig into my arm trying to loosen my hold. Her body squirms against my hard cock as she tries to break free. I was hard before, but damn it if she doesn’t stop my cock is going to rip through my pants.
“Let me go, you pig!”
“You shouldn’t call me that,” I warn her, my anger starting to take over.
“You’re right! It’s an insult to pigs everywhere!” she yells and she brings her head back and tries to head-butt me. It wouldn’t have worked, but I’m crouched over trying to talk in her ear—hoping to talk sense into her. The back of her head connects with the side of my face and damn if the woman doesn’t have a hard head in more ways than one.
“Okay, that’s it. I tried to be nice here,” I growl.
“Nice!?!?! You arrested me for being in my own home!” she yells. I ignore her and use a little more force to hold her, turning her around and throwing her back over my shoulder. “You let me down right now Black!” she orders. I continue to ignore her. “I hate you. I’m going to have your job for this. When I’m done you won’t ever—Ow!!” she cries out when I smack her on the ass. It does make her go still though. “You hit me! I can’t believe you just—”
“Spanked your ass. Something your father obviously never did enough,” I grumble.
“Oh my God! Help! Help!” she cries as I open the door to the department. “Help!”
“Black?” Tani gasps. She’s filling in for the night dispatch because she had to be off today to take her daughter to the dentist. It’s just as well. Tani is easier to contain.
“You have the night off, Tani.”
“Black I don’t think… What are you doing?”
“He’s molesting me!” Addie cries and I roll my eyes heavenward.
“Oh for God’s sake! Addie shut up,” I growl.
“Black you do know… I mean that is the mayor’s daughter…”
“That’s right I am! Tani? Is that your name? Listen, you seem reasonable,” Addie cries. “Call my father. Call the state police! Call the mental facility closest to Mason. I don’t care who you call, just call someone!”
“Tani, go home. I have this handled,” I instruct, as I walk to the hall, intent on getting to the back of the station, where the small holding cell is.
“If you’re sure…” she says nervously.
“If you’re sure?!?!?” Addie screeches. “What in the hell is wrong with you? Have you not heard of the sister code? You’re helping him molest—”
“Damn it, look up the meaning of molest, this is not it!” I growl, tired of hearing that word.
“You spanked me!”
“To molest you I’d have to touch you sexually and I haven’t—not yet, but if you don’t quit screaming at me, Addie, so help me…” I warn her.
I slam the door, praying Tani takes my advice and leaves. The mayor probably will have my job, she doesn’t need to get caught in the crossfire. I make it to the back room, slamming the door and let Addie down.
“You’ll what,” she dares me, pushing her hair out of her face and adjusting her clothes.
“I’ll put something in your mouth so you can’t scream.”
“I’d like to see you try!”
“Really?” I ask her.
“Really!” she turns around looking around the room. I know immediately when she spots the holding cell. It’s the exact moment I undo my pants….
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Addie
“What are you doing?” I screech the words. Good Lord the man is turning me into a banshee.
My eyes widen as I watch him undo the zipper on his pants—the belt already open.
“Finding something to stuff your mouth full,” he growls. The words are coarse, his voice angry and my body reacts.
It just doesn’t react in the way it should.
My nipples instantly grow taut. It’s like someone dipped them in ice water. My body feels like electricity is pulsating through it, my breath seizes in my chest and it takes effort to exhale. I feel the insides of my thighs grow wet. If I knew I was going to deal with Black, I definitely would have put panties on under my yoga pants.
Maybe the sexy ones
Petal and CC made me buy.
“Black you can’t do this,” I tell him, my voice quivering—much like the rest of me.
“Sure I can. Isn’t that what you said? That I didn’t seal the deal?”
I back away from him—more afraid of myself than him. Afraid I’ll… attack him.
“Black…” I stumble back through the open door of the cell. Normally that would freak me out but I’m more worried about making a huge mistake with Black. It hurt when he pulled away before. If I do this—if I have sex with him—it will kill me when he leaves me alone again…
“Don’t worry, Addie. I just plan on sealing the deal,” he says and he begins following me.
He takes one step and kicks his shoe off, then the other. He takes another step and pulls his shirt off. I need to say something, do something. Instead, I stand there like an idiot with my mouth open. He’s got a stark white t-shirt on and that comes off next. I watch as he uses his feet to pull on his socks and then step out of them. Somehow he even makes that look sexy—in a funny kind of way.
“Black, you need to think about this,” I tell him, stalling for time as he stands at the door of the cell. He’s blocking me from running away, but I don’t really want to leave. In my head, I know I should, but my body isn’t exactly listening. “You broke up with me,” I remind him.
“Are you telling me you don’t want me?” he asks and I know that this is it.
The moment of truth.
I might have stood a chance if he hadn’t pushed his pants down. He reaches down and pulls them off. I try not to look… there… I also fail.
He’s huge. Well, in my very limited experience he is… and broad…
Oh my, is he broad.
“Wow…” I whisper. I don’t know if he hears me say it, but I can’t stop myself. Sometimes you just have to appreciate greatness.
“You didn’t answer, Addie. If you don’t want me, you need to tell me now.”
“I don’t like you,” I tell him, and he doesn’t need to know I’m lying.