Chapter Nine - Killian

I watched her eat, tentatively at first, a strawberry, a few blueberries, then she picked up her glass and drank some fresh orange juice. She glanced at me but quickly lowered her eyes again when she saw me watching her, and I have to admit I was intrigued by the petite beauty in front of me. 

'I can't eat with you watching me like this.'

She snapped, pushing to her feet and would have run away, but I grabbed her wrist and tugged at her, pulling her onto my lap.

'Guess I'll have to feed you myself.'

'What the fuck was I doing?'

I thought, as the woman wriggled self-consciously on my knee, that I could not prevent my cock from getting hard as I clamped my arm around her slender waist to keep her still.

'Open.'

I commanded lifting a piece of my Chef's excellent cinnamon toast to her lips. I thought she was going to refuse, but then I felt her let go and relax against me. Her perfect cupid bows lips part, and she delicately took the toast off the fork I was holding. Quietly, she chewed and then a soft moan escaped her lips.

'Oh my, this is so good.'

She whispered before reaching forward and picking up a whole piece before taking a big bite.

'Fuck me, if it wasn't the sexiest thing I had ever seen.'

She closed her eyes and relished the flavours, sighing again, in pleasure, and my cock grew even harder, and I knew the moment she felt it. Her body went still, and before I could stop her, she leapt off my knee and spun around, slapping my face hard.

'You fucking pervert.'

She yelled and then disappeared into the bathroom, slamming the door and turning the lock. In a moment of weakness, I had allowed that lock to remain to give her a modicum of privacy. Now I was angry with myself for doing so.

'Get out of that bathroom right now.'

I ordered my voice icy with my authority, but of course, my little Russian tigress was in no mood to obey me.

'Fuck off, you pervert.'

She shouted back, and though the temptation to kick the door in was strong, I resisted and lowered my voice so that only she could hear.

'I am going to leave this room, little colleen, and when I return, every bite of this food had better be eaten. Sure, and if it isn't, won't my hand be redding that pretty ass of yours.'

I returned to the security office and stared angrily at the screens, my men knowing better than to comment on what they had just seen. After a few minutes, Tavisha crept out of the bathroom, and it was pretty clear she had been crying; her beautiful jade eyes were swollen red, but she sat back down at the table. The security room was silent as we watched her slowly and methodically eat everything, fruit, bread, bacon, eggs and even the yoghurt and honey. Then she downed the glass of orange juice and another glass of water, her beautiful face devoid of all emotion. I frowned as I noticed she was panting slightly, her fingers gripping the sides of the chair until her knuckles turned white, then she cried with pain, so raw even my battle-weary men flinched at it. Jumping up, we all watched as she raced back into the bathroom, and we did not need the sound to know Tavisha was vomiting up all the food she had just eaten.

'Well, that  was a waste of fucking time, so it was.'

I spun around to see my father standing by the door, arms crossed, shaking his head.

'So, now me boy, you will go to plan B to get that poor little colleen to eat, so you will.'

He said, glaring at me, and I glared right back at him.

'And just what is plan B?'

I demanded only to see his face break into a wide smile.

'Sure, and isn't it, your old Pa who'll charm that wee girl into doing as she's told.'

He grinned and turned around, and I shook my head. Looking back at the monitors, I saw that Cormack and Liam were fighting to hold in their laughter. We all knew what a wily old fox my Pa was; the little Russian tigress would not know what hit her. He looked like everyone's favourite grey-haired Grandpa, but inside was a ruthless Irish killer, a master manipulator, and the deadliest, badass, MC President the Oasis Blues had ever had.

We all stood transfixed as he knocked politely on her door and even waited until she said softly,

'Come in.'

Before he entered. 

She was wary, keeping her distance as he sauntered into the room carrying a jug of pineapple juice and a bowl of berries, placing them on the small table that had been cleared and cleaned while she was being sick. 

'How ye doin' colleen? 'Tis all a bit much for ye, methinks. See ye have ta look at this, in two ways, so ye do.'

He sat down wearily in the chair as if he were eighty instead of sixty-five. 

'Now, colleen, tid like this. Ye can keep fighting with my boyo, but ye are never going to win, to be sure. He's the MC President, and your Pa has betrayed a trust that goes back decades, long before even me.'

Those emerald orbs went wide as she listened to my father closely, learning things Pavel had kept from her all her sheltered life. 

'So ye see colleen, ye really don't have a choice. Your Papa will be forced to face the consequences of his actions to get you back. In the meantime, your life will be so much easier if you do as he tells you and that begins with ye eating properly, little colleen, so it does.'

His sharp, pale blue eyes met hers, but I think we were all shocked at the words that left her lips.