Rocco

by Lagomarsino, Giulia

  I rolled away from him and beat my pillow, trying to find a comfortable way to sleep. Deep down, every time I beat that pillow, I was thinking it was his face. I tossed and turned until I finally drifted off to sleep. But even there I didn’t escape his parade of women.

  “Hey, Mr. Penis. Call me. My vagina is all yours tonight.”

  He grinned, and though he patted my hand reassuringly as we walked arm in arm through the crowds of women, I could see him eyeing the other women. He was checking out their long legs and their huge tits. Drool was practically oozing from his mouth. I was about to tell him we had to leave when a woman walked right up to him and shoved her tits in his face.

  “Hey, Mr. Penis. I know you’re pretty booked for the night, but if you squeeze me in right now, I could get you off just like that,” she said, snapping her fingers. To my shock, Sam let go of my hand and backed the woman up against the wall and snatched her panties, tearing them from her body. I couldn’t do anything. I was frozen, watching Sam take this woman right in front of me. And it didn’t stop there. Woman after woman replaced the one before. He fucked each one, not using a condom with any of them. They all kissed him with more familiarity than a married couple, and still, I stood there and watched.

  I jerked awake, sitting upright in bed and panting like I just ran a race. My heart was pounding out of control and my whole body was shaking with anger. How dare he do that to me. I was better than all those women and I didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

  “Bad dream?”

  “What the fuck do you care?” I snapped, throwing the covers off my body and stomping toward the bathroom. He followed me, stopping me from slamming the door in his face.

  “What the fuck happened?”

  “Oh, like you don’t know. I’m sure you’ve completely forgotten since it’s such a regular event for you!”

  I slammed the door, catching his thumb in the process. He shouted, pushing the door back open enough to get his thumb out, and I slammed the door shut again. I paced the small bathroom, trying to figure out what I was going to do about the manwhore in the other room. It wasn’t right. He was cursing on the other side of the door, but I didn’t care. He couldn’t treat women so callously. And even if the sex was phenomenal, I wouldn’t go near him again. I would probably get some horrible disease, way worse than any STD he thought I could give him.

  Screaming out my frustrations, I got in the shower and washed off the remnant of my dream. The more I lathered the soap, the more I realized how stupid it was to be mad at him for something that happened while I was sleeping. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left while I had been showering. I toweled off and peeked into the other room, seeing Sam sitting on the bed stewing in anger. Sighing, I went over to the bed and sat down.

  “Are you over your snit?”

  “Fine,” I snapped. “I may have overreacted.”

  “May have? You fucking yelled at me because I asked if you had a bad dream. See, this is why I don’t deal with women. I don’t even know what the fuck I did wrong.”

  “You fucked a line of women in front of me.”

  “I did what?” He reared back in surprise.

  “In my dream. We were walking along, and we must have been on a date or something. All these women kept coming up to you, calling you Mr. Penis and offering their bodies to you. And you did it! Right the fuck in front of me!”

  He shook his head at me slightly. “Wait, you’re pissed at me for something I did in your dream?”

  He barked out a laugh and started rolling around on the bed.

  “Hey, dreams are based in reality. That dream was just telling me what a manwhore you are!”

  “Oh, God!” he laughed. “Listen, I’ve been yelled at for a lot of shit by women, but never something that I did in a dream. Thanks, Sweets. I needed that laugh.”

  He slapped me on the arm, like I was one of the guys, and got up and walked out the door.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” I ran to my purse and snatched the gun out of it, pointing it at him immediately. My towel fell from around my chest just as Sam turned around to answer me. His eyes widened and he quickly looked outside before rushing back in and closing the door.

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You can’t just wave that shit around.”

  “I’m well aware of how to use a gun.”

  “I’m talking about your tits! Do you know where the fuck we are? It’s a fucking pay by the hour motel. You really think flashing your tits is a good idea? Unless you wanted to find a john.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him, but lowered the gun and snatched my towel off the floor. “You know, you’re a fucking asshole.”

  “Glad you figured that out, Sweets. Now, can we get on the road, or did you want me to leave your ass here?”

  I watched as he stormed out the door, leaving me behind. I quickly dressed and shoved my gun back in my purse. I was beginning to wonder who was in charge of this hostage situation. I seemed to be losing control by the second.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Rocco

  “What are you doing?” she asked as I pulled off the highway.

  I rolled my eyes. I had never worked so hard for pussy in my life. But part of me felt like I had to try and help this woman, even if she was a royal pain in the ass.

  “I need to use the bathroom.”

  “Can’t you just piss on the side of the road?”

  I slowly turned to glare at her. She’d been like this all fucking day, and if I hadn’t just been inside her last night, I would guess that she had one hell of a period.

  “No, I can’t just fucking piss on the side of the road. I don’t want to end up in jail,” I shot back.

  I pulled up to a gas station and parked. But when I tried to get out, she pulled the gun on me. Sighing, I turned to her with a bored expression. “What now?”

  “I can’t let you just walk in there alone. You could tell anyone that I’ve taken you hostage.”

  Seriously, it was like she was the dumbest kidnapper I’d ever met. And that wasn’t a bad thing. I liked that she didn’t know how to do this. It meant that I hadn’t slept with a psychopath. But the fact that she still thought that she had the upper hand was something that needed to be corrected. After I took a shit.

  “Look, I’m gonna be a while. I need to take a shit, and I’m not gonna have you pointing a gun at me while I sit on the shitter.”

  “Well, what am I supposed to do in the meantime?”

  “I don’t fucking know. Take a nap or something.”

  I got out before she could argue and walked into the gas station, nodding at the cashier. When I got into the bathroom, I was pleasantly surprised to see I was alone. I pulled down my pants and sat down, checking out the latest news on my phone. The door opened and boots walked into both stalls on the side of me. I was irritated that I wasn’t alone anymore. Couldn’t a guy just have some fucking privacy?

  “Whatcha reading?”

  I looked up quickly, narrowing my eyes at Derek, who was looking over the top of the stall at me.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?”

  “We came to hang out,” Hunter said as he popped up on the other side.

  “Is there anyone else we should be expecting?” I asked.

  “Nah,” Derek grinned. “It’s just…I talked to Cap and neither of us was too happy with you on the run with a woman.”

  “Especially after all the crap we’ve dealt with lately,” Hunter pointed out.

  “Yeah, who knows what kind of trouble you could run into.”

  “And we thought that we could be your backup,” Hunter grinned. “You know, in case she’s too hot to handle.”

  “I’m pretty sure that I can handle her.”

  “How did you say that you ended up with her again?” Derek scratched his chin, a bored expression on his face.

  “Nice try, asshole.”

  “I told you he wouldn’t tell us,” Hunter sighed. “Good thing we got the
security footage from the gas station. You can thank Sean for that. I tell ya, it really pays to have a cop in the police station.”

  “Definitely,” Derek nodded.

  Fuck, I was so screwed if they saw all the footage. I prayed that they couldn’t actually make out anything.

  “It was very informative. Wouldn’t you say, Pappy?”

  Hunter nodded. “Very informative. The things that Rob can do with grainy images is amazing.”

  “And not just grainy images, but the facial recognition software that he has…Whew. Blew me flat on my ass.”

  “Flat down on my ass,” Hunter concurred.

  “Alright, you two made your point. Can you leave me the fuck alone now?”

  “See, we’d love to do that, but there’s just one problem,” Derek grinned. “You’ve got yourself somewhat of a…what would you call it, Pappy?”

  He nodded his head from side to side, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know…friend?”

  “Friend?” Derek shook his head. “Nah, she’s more than a friend. Why, she’s practically a Reed Security family member.”

  “Say what?” I asked in confusion.

  “Yeah, that sounds about right,” Hunter agreed with a grin. “A Reed Security family member. I like it. It has a nice ring to it.”

  “And soon he will too,” Derek laughed. Hunter joined in the laughter, all while I sat on my ass, just wanting to take a fucking dump.

  “Would you two just shut the fuck up and tell me what’s going on?”

  “Your little woman, and I do mean your little woman-”

  “The guy next door heard everything last night,” Hunter grinned. “Said you almost broke through the fucking wall. Hot. Totally fucking hot.”

  “Anyway,” Derek continued, “your little woman is a friend of a friend, and is now under the protection of Reed Security.”

  “So, here we are,” Hunter said, spreading his arms wide. “The team is back together, baby!”

  “We need to let Cap know that we found him,” Derek grinned.

  “Right.” Hunter pulled out his phone and I heard a click.

  “What the fuck did you just do?”

  “Photo evidence. Cap wanted to know when we had eyes on you.”

  “And we most definitely have eyes on you,” Derek said.

  “That’s sick,” I growled.

  “Well, either way, now Cap knows that we’re here to help you out,” Hunter said.

  “Great, now can I take a dump in private?”

  “Don’t you want to know who she is?” Derek grinned.

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “No.”

  “No?”

  “I can find out on my own.”

  “You’re not even a little curious?” Hunter asked.

  I gritted my teeth and pushed out the largest turd I’d had in quite some time. The smell was instantaneous and gave the desired effect. Derek and Hunter pushed away from the stall, grimacing as they rushed out of the bathroom. I grinned and played on my phone for a few more minutes. I knew they were out there waiting, though. I needed to just get this over with.

  I washed up and headed out of the bathroom, snatching a few snacks for the road. Derek and Hunter were pretending to argue over candy.

  “So, what’s the plan?” Derek asked.

  “Don’t have one. I’m still trying to figure out why she’s running from the police.”

  “We could help you out there,” Hunter offered. I shook my head. I had this. I didn’t need their help. “This isn’t your typical case.”

  “Yeah, she’s not someone you want to mess with,” Derek said, almost as a reminder.

  “Look, I let her take me because she was hot. She didn’t actually take my weapons from me.”

  “Whoa,” Hunter chuckled. “You let her take your weapon from you?”

  Shit.

  Derek chuckled, slapping me on the back. “I knew that we’d get you eventually.”

  “If you didn’t actually see the footage, how do you know who’s with me?”

  “Her car. She left it at the gas station. Not only that, but there’s a fucking arrest warrant out for her right now. And you look like you’re aiding and abetting a criminal.”

  “Unless you want us to tell the police that she kidnapped you,” Hunter grinned.

  “Fuck. I just had to let my dick do the talking.”

  “Was she good?” Hunter asked, nudging me in the arm.

  “Please tell me that she was worth it. Because if she wasn’t, you just made Reed Security look really fucking bad. I mean,” Derek sighed dramatically, “I suppose we could spin this. It’s not like it would be totally out of the realm of possibilities that she asked for protective services.”

  “She could have felt threatened,” Hunter added.

  “Needed to escape a bad relationship,” Derek nodded.

  “And you were there and capable.” Hunter slapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll do our best to not make you look like a pussy in all of this.”

  “Thanks,” I said sarcastically.

  Hunter slipped his sunglasses off his bald head and over his eyes. Slapping his hands together and giving them a good rub, he grinned over at me. “Well, I think I’ll grab a few things for the road. Since you don’t want our help with this one, we’ll just hang back and let you do your thing.”

  “Oh,” Derek turned around, grimacing slightly. “Cap said to get your ass back to Reed Security by tomorrow or you’d be facing some serious charges. So, let’s not drag this out too long.”

  “And you might want to get your fucking gun back from her. I’m pretty sure that if you got pulled over and she had it, it’d be pretty hard to spin the story in our favor.”

  With that, they were out of sight, leaving me with one hell of a headache. I grabbed some water and headed for the register with the snacks I’d already chosen. When I got back to the truck, Bethany looked fucking pissed. But frankly, I was fucking pissed. If Derek and Hunter were following, that meant that I had to keep this woman safe and convince her to head home with me. If I didn’t, she’d end up in jail and I’d be in a shit ton of trouble.

  “Took you long enough,” she snapped. I bit my tongue and decided that I’d had enough of this shit. I had to find out who this woman was, and now was as good a time as any.

  I put the truck in gear and pulled out of the gas station. “Look, as much fun as this has been, it’s time to head home and face this clusterfuck you’ve gotten yourself into.”

  “What? No. I’m not going back, and you’re not going anywhere either!”

  She pulled out my gun, pointing it at me yet again. Without letting go of the steering wheel, I easily slapped the gun to the side and then yanked it out of her hands. She stared at me in awe.

  “That’s right. I know how to use a fucking gun too.”

  Her mouth gaped and her eyes widened. “If you knew how to use a gun, then how was I able to take you hostage?”

  I shot her a look that said she was being fucking ridiculous. “I let you take me hostage, mostly because you’re sexy as fuck and I was hoping to get laid. But I also happen to work in security and I can help you.”

  “But…it was so easy…”

  “Believe me, it took some great acting on my part to let you ‘take me’. I happen to be a great fucking actor.”

  She snorted, shaking her head slightly. “Well, I’m not going back. I’ll go to jail.”

  “And you probably fucking deserve it,” I muttered under my breath.

  I felt her glare burning a hole in the side of my head, but I didn’t back down.

  “I can’t go back. It’s too humiliating.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Brooke

  Obviously, this man was set on his decision to bring me home, so I was going to have to go for the kill to convince him that I just couldn’t do it. I did my best to bring on the waterworks, but it was harder than I thought it would be. I wasn’t a crier. In fact, when something made me
angry or sad, I lashed out. I could do this. How hard was it to be a girl? I pinched my leg, but that didn’t work. I dug my fingernails into my palms, but that was also a no-go. Finally, I decided that I’d just have to fake it.

  “Look, you don’t understand. I can’t go back and face what my boyfriend did to me.”

  He glanced over at me, but I kept my eyes averted so he couldn’t see my calculating gaze. “What did he do?” he finally asked.

  “He…I walked in on him, on the day we were finally moved in together, fucking…another man on the kitchen counter.”

  Sam snorted, but then quickly turned it into a cough, clearing his throat several times. “Well, that really sucks.”

  “He was using me as a beard,” I cried, trying to add some kind of whimper to my voice. It sounded terrible. There was no way he was buying this. “And he had him tied up in leather and was using a ball gag!”

  I pretended to cry, but after a few moments I wasn’t getting any kind of reaction out of him. I peeked over and saw him just staring out the window, as if I hadn’t just told him my heart had been broken. Which, it technically hadn’t.

  “Aren’t you going to say something?”

  He shrugged. “What do you want me to say? So, he was fucking another dude. The way I see it, you got lucky. Imagine if you had married that guy and found out later. That would have been bad.”

  My anger rose until I couldn’t hold back anymore. “So that’s it? I should just be happy to be out? That fucker used me! I mean, I was using him too. It’s not like he was someone I really wanted to be with, but he was at least decent in bed. Then, to walk in on that? And he wasn’t even sorry! He was just going to use me!”

  “And what did you do about it? Did you cry? Did you beg him to stay? Maybe ask him to change his ways?”

  “No, I fucking took a bat to all his shit. And when I was done, I beat the shit out of his precious car.”