“Well you are!” I cry, standing.
“Willow, please….” Jenny begs.
“I’m coming Jenny, because I have to learn to live again.”
She nods and Ava does too.
“I’ll see you guys tonight, I need fresh air.”
I walk the four blocks to our apartment. I can’t think with all this smothering. I know they have my best interests at heart, but they have to understand how hard it is for me. I am finding it hard to settle back in, Jagger is on my mind day and night and I can’t breathe right without him and that scares the hell out of me because I don’t know why I feel that way and I’m scared I’m losing it slowly.
By the time Ava and Jenny have gone shopping and come home, I’m ready to go out. I refuse to wallow any longer. Neither argues with me again, instead, I help them get ready. For a moment, I feel normal as we laugh and style each other’s hair. It feels…right. When we’re ready, we walk to the club down the road. Thank God it’s not the one Ava and I went to, I don’t think I could bring myself to go in there.
The club we’ve picked is quieter than most, hence why it was chosen. Jenny’s friends find her and the squealing and happy birthday’s begin. I have my hair down and it covers my low cut, short, black dress. Why? Because my back is now permanently scarred from Snake’s beatings. I hate him for that and I hope he rots in hell where he belongs.
The night starts off well, Ava and I groove on the dance floor and I make sure all my drinks are purchased by me and only me. I get drunk very quickly, and for the first time in weeks, I feel good. I know it’s not the right way to go about it, but to be free of those feelings for just a moment is nice. Ava and I are shoving through the crowd for another drink, when I see a group of men standing in the corner out of the way of the lights.
My heart stops. It literally stops. Jagger and the boys are standing and watching me. How long has he been here watching me? Is he following me? Oh God, is he going to take me again? My eyes meet his and I’m sure I see him flinch. I grip Ava’s hand. “We have to leave, now.”
“Why, what’s wrong?”
“He’s here.”
“What? Who?”
I nod my head and she turns, staring at Jagger. “Oh God, we should call the police.”
“No, let’s just go. Out back. Now.”
“Jenny?”
I scan the dance floor, I can’t see her. When I spot her at the bar, I rush over and take her arm.
“We have to leave.”
“What? NO!”
“He’s here.”
That’s enough for her, she takes my hand and we rush out the back. We just get out the door, when a hand grips my arm and spins me around. I scream and kick out, but Jagger has me. Jenny cries out and smacks him with her bag and Ava screams as Angel takes her and wraps his arms around her.
“I’m not gonna hurt her,” Jagger says as Ace grips Jenny and holds her back.
“Let me go, please don’t do this to me again.”
Jagger pushes me against the wall, his hard body pressing into me and bringing me back to life. I’m drunk and it’s impossible to try and push him away. His mouth goes down to my ear.
“I just need to talk, ok? It’s urgent.”
I nod, swallowing. Jagger lets me go and turns towards the girls again.
“I promise you she’ll be safe.”
“Let her go, you fucking asshole!” Ava cries.
“Ava,” I whisper. “I’ll be ok. I promise.”
“Willow, please,” Jenny whimpers.
“I give you my word; I will drop her home as soon as I’m done.” Jagger says.
Ava looks at me and I nod. She struggles and screams as Angel and Ace drag her and Jenny to the car and shove them in. Then they all get in and drive off.
“Where are they taking them?” I cry.
“Home,”
“Jagger, why are you here?”
“We need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Well you don’t get a choice, come on.”
“Have you been following me?”
He stills and stares down at me; I get a good look at him under the street light. He’s wearing a white V-neck, sleeveless jersey and God, it looks gorgeous on him. His jeans are a dark blue and he has a thick silver chain around his neck. His dark hair is messy and he has a light shade of stubble on that beautiful jaw.
“Only tonight,”
“Why?”
“Long story, get in.”
He shoves me towards his car, but I lash out and scurry away. He manages to grip my arm again, and he slams me against the door. I cry out and kick, missing him twice.
“Willow, hey, I’m not going to take you away again…”
“Please, my life has been awful the past few weeks. I just want to get away from all this.” I cry, shaking my head from side to side.
“Shhh, hey, shhh,”
“Please Jagger; just leave me alone, you’re making this so hard on me…”
I’m squirming and thrashing, I just wanted to forget him and everything about him. Suddenly, his lips are on mine and oh God, I crumble. I melt against the car as he pushes his body onto mine and secures me between the door and himself. I can’t help my hands, they slide up his neck and tangle into his hair and I pull him deeper into the kiss.
He groans and runs his hands down the side of my body, making me shiver. “This dress is too fuckin’ short.”
“So?” I whisper.
“So, I don’t like it.”
Is Jagger playing concern? Is he being possessive and over protective? My heart speeds up.
“Jagger…” I whimper when he lifts my leg and tucks it around his hip.
“I’ve missed you, God I’ve fuckin’ missed you.”
He slides his hand up the inside of my thigh and finds my damp panties. Whoa, this is happening so fast. Why aren’t I shoving him away and abusing him? God, because I’ve needed him so badly; I’m so alone.
“So fuckin’ wet for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I moan when he slides his fingers under the fabric and tweaks my clit.
I cling to him, needing him so badly I can’t think straight. It’s sick, twisted and wrong, but for a moment, I feel like everything is right again. His free hand unbuckles his belt and I feel him jerk his jeans down just enough to free his hard cock. In seconds, he is thrusting inside me, deep and hard. I cry out and grip his arms, throwing my head back.
He thrusts with need, growling my name and crushing my lips with his. His arms are hard and tensing beneath my palms and his hips are thrashing, slamming my body against the car. His mouth moves down to bite my neck and I cry out as an intense orgasm rips through my body. I shudder violently and tighten around him as he explodes with a hoarse growl.
When he stops thrusting, he pulls out of me and yanks his jeans back up. I pull my panties back into place and drop my leg, leaving my head leaning back on the car. I stare up at the stars, wondering what the hell just happened. Did we just fuck in a back car park? Jagger takes my face and tilts it down to meet his.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine.
Run Willow, run now! Don’t sink again.
“Please…”
“I’m sorry to have to disrupt your life again.”
“Then why are you?” I whisper, hoarsely.
“We need to talk.”
“Fine, let’s talk so I can leave.”
He grumbles something, and then opens the car door for me. I get in and wait for him to get around the other side. Surprisingly, he drives me to my apartment and I see the other car out front. Relief floods me.
“Why are we here?”
“Coz’ I gotta talk to all of you.”
“What about?”
“Just get inside.”
I shoot him a dirty look, and then get out of the car. When I get inside, Ava leaps up and runs over to me, hugging me tightly.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine, it’s fine.”
Jenny stays on the couch, she gives me a weak smile but she doesn’t look so frightened anymore. Angel and Ace are here, the other men have gone. Angel nods his head at me, and I give him a brief smile. When Jagger walks in, Ava and Jenny both stare at him with wide eyes - I know what they see, he’s beautiful.
“Why is he here?” Ava asks.
“Ask him!”
“How dare you come in here after what you did to Willow,” She snarls, pointing a finger at Jagger.
“Sit down.” Jagger snaps, and Ava’s eyes widen.
“You’re not welcome here!”
“Ava, just listen, please?” I say, taking her hand and pulling her down onto the couch beside me.
Jagger looks around the apartment, and then turns to me. “Have you seen your Father?”
Jenny gasps and I groan. “Way to go Jagger.”
“What?”
“She doesn’t know!”
“What are you talking about?” Jenny cries.
“He’s alive Jen; it’s why I got taken.”
“What?” She shrieks.
“You can explain that one Jagger,” I snap.
I sit back and listen as Jagger goes over, very briefly, what happened with my Father. Jenny’s eyes widen and she looks to me for confirmation. I nod, letting her know Jagger is telling the truth and she puts her head in her hands.
“To answer your question,” I say, stroking her thick red hair. “No, I haven’t seen him.”
“Well, he got away and not only does he have us after him, but Manchez is after him too. You’re not safe. We’re staying here until this is sorted. I’m afraid he will come for you to get your Father out considering it worked so well for us.”
“What?” Ava and I cry at the same time.
“It’s not negotiable. I believe your Father is going to make contact with you, he mumbled something about you having the information.”
“I have nothing of his!”
“He mentioned your Mother too, so I’m sure he might show there as well.”
“Excuse me? My Mother’s in an institution.”
Jagger sighs. “Will you just fuckin’ trust me Willow?”
“Trust you?” Jenny cries. “You stole her, and now you want us to trust you. I’m calling the police.”
“You call the police and you die, simple.” Jagger snarls.
“You’ll kill me?” She gasps.
“No, I wouldn’t lay a hand on you; it’s not me you should be worried about. You involve the police; you can kiss your life goodbye.”
“You can’t keep us prisoner.” Ava yells, slamming her hand down on the coffee table.
“You’re not fuckin’ prisoner, I’m just going to be here until it’s sorted. Then you can get back on your merry way and forget about me.”
Ava nods and backs down. I stand and walk over to Jagger, “How long until it’s sorted?”
“Either your dad or Manchez will make a move. If it’s Manchez we’ll take him out and finish this. If it’s your Father, it’s trickier because we have to draw Manchez out.”
“You’re going to kill Manchez and his gang?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Are we in danger?”
“At the moment I believe you are but with us here you’re safest. They don’t want you dead, they want information so they aren’t about to blow up the house or shoot you on the street. They are more likely to try and snatch you.”
“How nice,” I mutter.
Jagger takes my face, “I know you didn’t wanna see me again, but I don’t have much choice. Believe it or not, I’m protecting you.”
“If you didn’t bring me into this mess in the first place, you wouldn’t have to protect me.”
He growls. “You would have been dragged into this mess regardless, once they found out your Father was behind it, they were going to come after you. Be grateful I got you and not them.”
“Fine Jagger; do we have to have escorts when we go out, or to work?”
“Yes, Angel will escort Ava and Ace will escort Jenny.”
“Let me guess, I’m lucky enough to get you?”
He glares at me and I sigh, spinning around. “We don’t have much room.”
“Ace and Angel can sleep in the lounge. Jenny can go in with Ava and I’ll go in with you.”
I snort. “Dream on.”
“It’s happening, best you get used to it.”
“Why can’t we go to your house?”
“It’s too risky; if they corner us there we have less chance of getting out. Here is a public place, less likely for an attack.”
“Well that’s comforting, I’m sure I’ll have nice dreams.”
Jagger glares at me. “I can leave and let you deal with it all on your own, if that’s what you’d prefer?”
“Don’t be an ass. Can I talk to my girls alone please?”
“Fine. Angel, Ace, go get our shit from the trunk.”
I lead Jenny and Ava down the hall and into my room. I shut and lock the door and turn to them.
“I’m so sorry guys.”
Ava shrugs, swiping tears away. “From the sounds of it, this would have happened regardless.”
“I can’t believe your Father is alive,” Jenny whispers, sitting on the bed.
“I was shocked too.”
“And he’s dealing with criminals, that makes it so much worse.”
“I know honey.”
We all sit on the bed and I take their hands. “Look, Jagger might look like an ass but he was good to me, he isn’t violent or horrible. Yes, he can be a prick but he’s not going to hurt us and Ace and Angel will follow all his orders. The worse part of it will be living with three men; they will take care of us ok?”
“Like they took care of you,” Ava whispers.
“Ava, I know it looks bad but we have to trust them. We’re not safe anywhere else.”
She nods and we all sit in silence for a long while, then Jenny speaks. “Did Jagger rob the backstreet boys or something?”
I laugh at her question. “Why do you say that?”
“Ace and Angel are both hot as hell, and Jagger just puts the cherry on the cake.”
I snort. “I don’t know, I noticed they were all handsome when I first met them too.”
“So is Jagger his real name?”
“No, it’s Johnny. Jagger is the club name - Johnny, Aiden, George, Greg, Eddie and Rusty. They all go by nicknames though, so you won’t hear anyone call them by their real names.”
“Oh…” Jenny says, nodding.
“Greg, who went by Snake, is dead.”
“Right, well at least if we are on lockdown, it’s with handsome men.”
I nod and we all laugh softly, holding onto each other. It’s going to be a long few weeks.
CHAPTER 12
“Seriously Jagger, sleep on the floor!”
He glares at me while standing in the doorway to my bathroom in just his boxers. God he looks good.
“I’m not sleeping on the fuckin’ floor.”
“You wanted to come here.”
“So?”
“So you sleep on the floor.”
“We fucked tonight, or did you just forget that?”
I smirk. “And thank you for that, it still doesn’t change my mind.”
“Too bad,”
He gets on the bed and slides in, I shove at his chest but he won’t move.
“You’re an asshole.”
He shrugs and I roll, when the light is flicked off, I lay staring at the dark wall for a long while. Just as I think he’s asleep, he rolls and leans over me, whispering in my ear. “You don’t really mind me being in your bed.”
“I mind!”
“Don’t be snappy; I know you don’t hate me, so stop acting like you do.”
“I certainly don’t like you!”
“Are you still shitty because I left? I thought you wanted to be let go.”
“I thought we were friends at least, and you just forgot about me.”
“Bullshit, I was doing what I promised you I would. What is it you want from me? You bitched and moaned when you were there, wanting to leave and when I let you go, you are still angry!”
“I want to sleep.” I snap.
“Fine.”
I roll over with a grumble and it takes me hours to fall into a restless sleep, only to wake in the middle of a nightmare about Manchez. My biggest fear in the world is being taken by him. It scares the living shit out of me. I bolt upright sobbing and clinging to the sheets. I’m panting and shaking. I have this damn dream all the time, and it just gets worse and worse. Jagger sits up, groggily asking what’s wrong. I don’t answer.
“Hey…”
He puts an arm around me and crushes me to his chest. I whimper and cry, and he strokes my hair.
“It was just a dream; I won’t let him hurt you.”
I hiccup and reach for him, desperation taking over. I need comfort, I want comfort. I just need him to be with me, to stroke me and touch me until it all goes away. I find his lips and desperately pull him to me, with a groan he slides his tongue into my mouth to dance with mine. I move about until I’m straddling his hips. His hard erection presses into my core, causing me to shiver.
I grip his face, deepening the kiss. My mind’s hazy and I just want comfort. It’s all I need. Just comfort. He’s my comfort. He grips my panties and tears them off in one quick movement. No time for foreplay, just like earlier. We just want each other; I want him inside me, thrusting until it hurts. He grips his boxer shorts and pulls them down, and slowly lowers my wet sex over his cock.
“God,” I whimper, clinging to him.
I feel his piercings touching that sensitive spot inside me, and I cry out, rocking my hips and clawing at his chest. He groans and grips my ass, using it to jerk me up and down. I slide easily along his length, so aroused it hurts. His ragged groans fill me and spur me on. I need all of him. Every bit I can get. He thrusts his hips upwards, causing violent tremors to course through my body. When I come around him, his growls fill my ears.
“Coming…oh fuck…”
He pulses deep inside me and I groan when he clings to me and thrusts his hips upwards to milk every last droplet out. When I come down from my high, I get off him and stare into the darkness. We’re both quiet for a long moment. I shouldn’t be doing these things to him; it makes me no better than he is.
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