7- Decker

Only half of my cock could go into Chrissy’s mouth. The other half stayed dry, unattended and sending me words of hate regarding one particular person.

Remy wouldn’t have this problem. She’d take it all in even if she stops breathing all because she’s so tough.

Remy wouldn’t look at me expectantly, hoping I tell her how good she was because she already knew my dick belonged to her and whatever she did, I’d take it and fuck her after.

Remy would stare up at me with her big brown eyes and I’ll grab her hair and fuck her mouth while her eyes water and she grinds on my feet like—

My hand reached for Chrissy’s hair and pulled out her head. “Stop.”

She stared up at me. Her makeup was done and she had a ridiculously low dress. And now, a worried look on her face. “Did I… did I fuck it up? I can… I can change, I can—”

I tucked my dick back into my pants before placing my arm over my face. “Go to your bed and sit there.”

I heard her scramble. Maybe she fell, I don’t know. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered because all I could think about was Remy. She had been back for less than a week and she had found her way back into my veins like she never left.

It’s too pathetic even for me.

“Did I… did I make a mistake?” Chrissy’s voice was a tiny squeak. So scared. I took my arm off my face to look at her. She looked small on the bed, her eyes wet. “I can do better. I promise,”

Fucking hell.

I walked up to her and placed my hand on her head. “Do you like icecream?”

Her eyes widened, confused. “Yes… sir?”

“There's a twenty-four hour shop two blocks down. Get yourself whatever you want.” I pulled out my wallet and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. “Take the whole night. Don't come back until morning. You need an alibi anyway.”

I turned to leave then turned back around and said, “You have my kutte for protection. Not for anything else. I should never have put you in this position in the first place and for that, I apologize. Have a good night, Chris.”

As I left, the voice in my head sneered.

Now, she’s gonna think you are actually a good person. Like the reason you didn’t leave her behind is because you want to have your cock so deep into your best friend’s daughter’s pussy that your cum leaks out of her for days—

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it. “She’s alive and well at the cabin, Cole.”

He groaned. I heard his leather chair creak in the background, fought back the urge to laugh as I took out a cigarette and placed it between my lips. “You gotta change that chair or something. Sounds like a dying animal.”

“Maybe you’d remember to gift me a new one for my birthday instead of a fucking lighter. What the fuck I need a lighter for?”

I put my hand into my pocket. Cursed under my breath. “Cause I keep misplacing mine and I’m almost always next to you?”

“Then you’re gonna start handing it over to Remy,”

I threw the cigarette to the floor. “About that—”

“I know she’s a lot to handle, but everyone else is too scared of me to put her in her place. You’ve handled her since she was a fucking kid, you know her better than anyone else.”

The all too familiar feeling of guilt welled up my throat.

Because he was right. I did know her.

When her mother could barely leave the couch because of all the drugs she took, when Cole couldn’t bear staying home because he didn’t want to see his wife in that state, when a little Remy would sit next to her mother’s unmoving body, hungry and asking for food…

Or when she once thought I could feed her somehow even if I didn’t know what to do. Even if Cole had found me on the streets during a run, half-dead and full of rage, and decided I was worth saving.

I owed him everything. My life. My loyalty. My fucking soul, probably.

He was the only person in the world I could call a friend.

Now, he was handing me the one thing I had ever wanted, telling me to keep it safe for someone else. And I couldn’t even fucking do that right.

“She needs her Father,” The words strangled themselves out of me as I looked around the compound. My eyes fell on the cabin. I quickly turned away. “She doesn’t… she doesn’t know you as well as I do. She thinks you’re trying to sell her out. She’s fucking hurt by it—”

“I’m her fucking parent, not her friend. My job is to keep her alive and safe. And thank god, you don’t have that luxury cause it’s fucking hell,” Then he sighed. “If she can… if she can prove how indispensable she is after six months, then we can find a way to protect her permanently cause as much as I want to start a war, there are people also have to protect,”

“She believes you want to marry her off,”

“She can believe whatever the fuck she wants as long as she earns her fucking patch. Your job… your job is to keep her safe, okay? Keep her breathing, out of trouble and from seducing every man around her,”

I cracked my neck. “She’s not seducing anyone.”

“Yes. Cause you’re gonna make sure of that.”

How simple. Protect Cole Calloway’s daughter and stop imagining her crying around my cock. “You must see me as some fucking—”

The words stopped in my throat as I watched my brother jog to me, fear all over his face. And I knew. I fucking knew. “I’m gonna call you back, Cole. Give me a minute.”

And the second I ended the call, spotted the blood on Wolf’s forehead and heard what he had to say, the fire had returned. “What the fuck do you mean she ran away?”