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  "I said where is he?"

  "If you're talking about Sal he's not here." She made herself busy as my pulse raced in fear and hope. I was beginning to think that someone somewhere had told him, because I sure hadn’t; but who, how?

  "Baby I want you to go upstairs and get your stuff together. Just what you need for now, like your important papers and stuff like that." His words were whisper soft in my ear as he turned just his head to me.

  That second kiss, this time closer to the corner of my mouth made my heart do cartwheels in my chest, and my body tingled in that old familiar way I was getting used to whenever I thought of him.

  I didn't stop to question, not even when she asked him what he thought he was doing. "What're you doing? You can't just come in here and change things up without any notice. What's she doing up there?" I didn't hear anymore after that but I sure did move fast getting what little I needed together.

  I had hoped and prayed for this day for so long that it was hard to believe that it was actually here; but why now? And why was he acting like he knew more than he should? I wasn’t about to question anything though, this is what I wanted, what I’d always wanted since my feelings for him had changed.

  It wasn’t even a gradual build up either that change, it just hit me one day out of the blue, like a ton of bricks falling from the sky, and I haven’t been the same since.

  And now he was here and he was taking me away with him. I didn’t care where just as long as he was there I knew all would be well. I wouldn’t let my heart really enjoy until I was well away from this place though. Please don’t let her sway him like she usually does.

  I hastily threw the only things that meant anything to me into my little cloth sack at the thought. There wasn’t much, mostly mementos and keepsakes from our times together over the years. Whatever she hadn’t found and discarded every chance she got that is.

  I didn’t want to take too long, just in case it was a dream and he was gone when I got back down there. Or worse yet she was able to convince him with her lies. I couldn’t stand that, not after he’d held me like that, not after the promise of being taken away from here. I’d just die.

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  Chapter 2

  Creed

  I looked at the woman in front of me wordlessly. I hadn't come here for this, not yet, not in front of my babygirl. I’d made a conscious choice a long time ago that none of the darkness of life would ever touch her again. That I would stand between her and whatever came. That’s why although I was prepared for war, I’d come here knowing that I wouldn’t shed blood in front of her.

  In fact I'd come for one thing and one thing only, to take what was mine and get the fuck out. I'd done nothing but think on my way here and I could kick my own ass for leaving things this long. I should've come for her as soon as she was of legal age and fuck society's mores. If I had none of this would’ve happened.

  "Did you know?" I barely kept myself from crossing the room to her, because even as I asked- I already knew. I watched her now as she fidgeted; nothing but nerves. She was about to become the first female I fucking offed. Hold it, babygirl’s upstairs, remember? No bloodshed asshole.

  "Know what, what's gotten into you? First you show up out of nowhere and then you ask all these strange questions." I could break this bitch's neck. Not only because she was a fuck up, but because she'd fooled me into thinking that she could be trusted, and by so doing had put my babygirl in danger.

  My babygirl fuck! There was a time when that meant something a whole lot different than it does now. Back then it meant pigtails and cotton candy on a bright summer day. Now, now it meant hot nights and sweat.

  Yeah, that’s what I think about now when I picture her. Under me, with me buried so deep inside her there was no end and no beginning, and the heat of our bodies making us sweat. I shook it off when it was getting to be too much. Now was not the time, but soon.

  I moved forward towards my prey, willing myself not to strangle her ass before I got my answers. "Did you fucking know what he was doing to her?" It was the flinch that gave her away. If she'd looked confused in the least I would've given her a break, but her reaction convinced me that she either knew or suspected, either way she was aware.

  "Tell me where the fuck he is or you can get some of what he has coming to him."

  "How do you know it's even true? You know she's always making things up to make us look bad."

  Hearing her say that in that familiar way, reminded me of every time she'd convinced me of just that shit in the past. Every time my babygirl would write or call me with a complaint, she'd give me the same half ass excuse. And me being a fucking hump would always fall for the okey-doke.

  Now as I stood there I recalled plenty of things that were warning signs, if only I'd paid attention instead of running. There had been so much that I missed because I was too fucking lax.

  I’d bought this one’s bullshit over the years hook line and sinker. What had that done to the young girl up those stairs? What else had she been subjected to, what had she endured because of me?

  I felt shame and rage fight each other for dominance within me, as I dealt with my part in this farce. How many times had she cried out to me before I put a wedge between us? A wedge that I thought was needed to protect her from me.

  How was I to know that someone else would try to take what's mine, what's always been meant for me? When I thought I was protecting her I was leaving her in harm’s way all along. Somebody was gonna pay for that shit.

  "She didn't tell me shit, it’s fuck this shit o’clock, and I just rode a long way. Now start talking before I break every bone in your body starting with your fucking back." I was this fucking close. That haze of rage was threatening to overshadow everything else, even my need to protect my girl from bullshit.

  I could see the lies forming in her eyes before she even opened her mouth, and felt sick to my stomach. How many times had I seen that look, how often have I fallen for it? What a fucking cluster fuck. Later, you can kick your own ass later; right now you have a couple enemies to annihilate.

  "Jessie's been acting up a lot lately, you know she's started college these two years past and she thinks she's an adult. Sal and I do everything we can for that girl you know that, but she's a tad headstrong and ungrateful..."

  It was the same fucking spiel I'd heard a thousand times before, only this time I wasn't buying that shit.

  How had she felt all those years when she’d been trying to tell me the shit that was happening to her and I believed this bitch’s word over hers? Granted that shit was nothing compared to this but still?

  Would I have ignored her this time as well, had she tried to tell me? Since it had been a while since she’d even tried. Would I have been able to see the truth? I hope to fuck that I would’ve.

  Or maybe it was because someone I trusted, someone I had served with and who had no reason to make this shit up, had passed on the news to me this time.

  I admit now that in the past I was afraid, afraid to have her too close and that's why I allowed myself to accept this bitch's trumped up excuses. Jessie had never given me reason when we were together, to think of her as a liar. Still when she was young I’d always accept this one’s excuses.

  She hadn’t complained to me in a long fucking time. It hit me in the gut then. I’d stupidly believed that things had smoothed themselves out. That she’d outgrown her growing pains, which was this bitch’s excuse for the young girl’s behavior.

  Now I see that it was just her way of giving up on me since I was never there for her those times she reached out to me. Fuck me! I felt that shit to my soul before I pulled myself back, reined it in. I'll get to the bottom of my own shit later, but for now it was time to clean house.

  “ Do you know it just occurred to me that it’s been a while, a very long fucking time since she’s tried to complain to me about anything. I wonder what the fuck else I missed.” I slammed my fist down on the table as she scurried away to get out of the l
ine of fire.

  Was it because I’d always taken this evil bitch’s word over hers? Is that why she’d stopped believing in me? The thought left me cold. What the fuck had I done?

  How was I to know that she was lying? I believed her when she said that kids lied to get their way, hadn’t I done the same as a youngster?

  But it was only now, now that I wasn’t blinded by my own bullshit that I could clearly see how I’d wronged her. How I’d made it impossible for her to come to me.

  What else had I missed? What other horrors had she endured while I buried my head in the fucking sand because it served my purpose, kept me out of the loop when I was too chicken shit to face up to what was?

  I’d thought it was the only way to protect her, to keep her safe from my lust. In the end it looks like I’d done more harm than good. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to her, some way somehow.

  "When we leave here, I'm taking her to Doc Stevens. If he finds that she's been messed with in anyway I will light this fuck to the ground with you in it." Like fuck I was taking her to some other fuck to put hands on her, but this lying bitch didn’t need to know that.

  "He didn't touch her-it didn't get that far...." Her voice trailed off when she realized what she’d given away with her hurried words, but she’d already told me all I needed to know.

  The story I'd heard pretty much correlated with what she was saying, but I’d needed to know just how much she knew and how accurate my Intel was. Now I know.

  “So you knew, you unconscionable bitch.” I was about to snatch the bitch bald when I heard the tires on the gravel outside. My head whipped around in that direction as I scented my prey.

  "Run Sa..." She opened her mouth to scream out a warning but my hand around her throat lifting her off the ground cut that shit off. No I didn’t give a fuck that it was female, what the fuck?

  "You make another fucking sound and you're done." I added enough pressure to let her know how easy it would be to carry out that threat, before pushing her ass back against the wall next to the door with my hand still holding her pinned in place.

  I heard babygirl moving around upstairs and hoped she stayed put until I was finished doing what I had to do.

  "Dee whose hog...?" The fucker didn't get another word out because I dropped one prey for another. I flung her aside like the garbage she was and grabbed him with my other arm before slamming my fist into his gut.

  Her screams were annoying the fuck outta me only because I knew my girl would hear them and come running, she hated for me to be in danger. I used what time I had left to pulverize his kidneys before letting him fall like a rotted sack of potatoes.

  "You're lucky she's upstairs or I would end you. Not to worry though, I'll be back you sick fuck, and next time I'll finish what I started." I moved away from him just as she came down the stairs.

  "You ready? Lets go."

  "Are you...?" Her eyes were wide with fright as she searched me for damage.

  "No babygirl I'm fine we have to go." I tried blocking her view of the two people who were still trying to make it up off the floor, as I took her little backpack and threw it over my shoulder.

  "Let's go baby we're done here." I led her outside and to my ride before turning to the other that was now sitting there. I used my boots and the Spurs on my heels to destroy the shit.

  Only real men should ride, assholes like this piece a shit who owned this, gave the rest of us a bad name. I did as much damage as I could before drawing my bowie and slicing the tires to ribbons.

  She didn’t say a word but she was watching my every move, wringing her hands and looking worried. “Stop that baby I’m here now, no more fear.” I could only hope that it’s that fucking easy.

  I fitted her helmet on her head and made sure it was straight before zipping up the lightweight jacket she had on. I could feel her body trembling slightly as I helped her on the back of my ride, so I reminded her again.

  “You’re safe now, stop worrying.” I didn’t have time to reassure her more than that; that will come later. I walked away a few feet and pulled my phone. There was one last thing I had to do before this fuck took matters into his own hands on my behalf.

  “Law, I’ve got my girl, thanks for the heads up brother.”

  “You end that fuck?”

  “Couldn’t, not in front of babygirl. By the way, you never told me how you came to know about this shit.” Not that I was surprised, Law knew pretty much everything that was going on in his town these days.

  "Brand's woman dropped the word in his ear. Seems your girl almost let it slip a time or two in the last couple of months. After she got settled in here she figured we were into helping damsels in distress or some fuck."

  "She's not too far off on that one brother, I owe you one."

  “You want me to take care of it for you since your hands are tied? My prey went into hiding and I’m bored as fuck.”

  “Nah brother, this one’s mine, I’ll catch you later.”

  It was a given I’d be back this way soon. Law had kept me and pretty much everyone else out of his troubles because it was his blood to shed, but after doing me a solid like this there was no way he wasn’t getting my help.

  I hung up and got on my ride because I wanted her away from this fucked up place as soon as possible. "Hold on tight babygirl."

  We rode out with her little arms wrapped securely around me and I felt at ease for the first time in a very long while. At last I had what was mine, it felt like the best fucking thing to happen to me in my whole damn life, having her wrapped around me as we headed for home.

  Chapter 3

  Creed

  There was a lot of teeth gritting going on-on the ride back I'll tell you that. Especially when I thought of the fact that we were gonna have to stop somewhere for the night. I hadn’t factored in that little dilemma when I’d headed out earlier.

  There was no thought of getting separate rooms though. My baby had never spent the night alone in her life and I knew with everything that had been going on she had to be scared. No way was I leaving her alone in a strange hotel room.

  I bypassed a few low-end travel lodges and motels until I came upon a halfway decent mid size hotel. "We'll stay here for tonight and head home in the morning." I hopped off and helped her short ass down to stand in front of me. How could I have forgotten how tiny she is?

  My dick started his shit and for the first time I didn’t try to quiet him down. He knew the time was fast approaching when I wouldn’t be harnessing him, wouldn’t try to stop him from breaking out of the gate to get to her.

  "Home?" Her voice sounded hopeful as fuck. I looked down at her in the moonlight and prayed for patience. "My place, Wyoming."

  I'd forgotten that she'd never been there, never seen me in my natural habitat. The look of uncertainty on her face made my gut hurt. Has she lost faith in me? It hurt to even think that shit, even though it was just what I deserved.

  I was about to broach the subject but she beat me to it. Good thing too because I wasn’t sure that I would be able to give her the time to get that shit back. In three days give or take a few hours she was on my dick.

  "Creed, am I staying with you now or...?" I knew what she was going to ask before she said it. "You don't ever have to go back there not ever." Her whole body relaxed and made me doubly glad that I had taken her out of there.

  I wasn't going to ask her about the report I'd received tonight, but tomorrow I was going to get to the bottom of it. it was enough that she was out of it now, that she was safe with me.

  The fact that she relaxed against me told me that I hadn’t lost her, and she didn’t look too torn up at the prospect of living with me. In fact she looked downright joyful. Granted she didn’t know that she was going to be in my bed before the week was out, she’d find out soon enough.

  I checked us in and took her up to the room, where there were two queen- size beds. I dropped my gear on the one closest to the door and waited for her to m
ove away from the doorway. I wasn’t gonna be able to deal with her being afraid of me, fuck that. She needed to know that with me, she was the safest she’d ever be.

  Life with me wasn’t going to be a bed of roses that’s for sure. I’m a hard fuck in more ways than one, but she never had anything to fear from me.

  Unless she lost her fucking mind and laid with someone else. But it was up to me to see that that shit didn’t happen either so she was safe.

  "I don't like you being skittish around me so let's clear this shit up right now. I was wrong not to listen to you all those times you tried to tell me how things were. I let you down I know I did, but I can't go back and change that shit. I can only move forward and promise you, that nothing and no one will ever fu…I mean mess with you again in this lifetime."

  Okay so I’m not the most tactful motherfucker in the world, but she got my meaning. If she was going to be fucking with me from now on and I’m pretty sure that’s just what the fuck she would be doing, then she was gonna have to get used to this side of me.

  Until now I’d only shown her my softer side, whatever the fuck that was. And that fucker didn’t show up too often. She’s gonna have to get used to the real me; the one that fucked shit up when it was needed.

  She gave me her patented innocent little girl look and I wondered how in the hell she'd been able to hang onto that shit after the life she'd had living with those two fuckups. That innocence had a way of digging under my skin though and right about now that could be dangerous for her.

  She still looked unsure as she looked around the room anywhere and at anything but me. I sighed and relaxed my stance a little. Can’t expect her to come around in one night Creed.

  "Come 'ere." She's the only thing breathing that I have any patience with; it’s always been that way since I’ve had her. Before that in my day to day, I was known to be hard with not much give, if any.