Page 74 of Chains

I can’t believe that someone I thought of as a friend could do something so vile as to be involved with selling me into sex trafficking. And to use my father the way she did. No, I absolutely refuse to give her anymore of my precious time. I’m alive, my father’s alive, and everything is okay.

With any luck, she’ll be in prison for a significant amount of time.

Looking around, I notice I’m alone in Chains’ room. I must’ve really been out of it if he put me down on the bed, and I couldn’t remember anything after that.

Slowly getting to my feet, I can’t ignore the pressure on my bladder any longer, and take myself to the adjoining bathroom where I do my business and wash my hands. The sudden deep base of the music registers, and I look at my watch, surprised I’d been a sleep for a few hours and it’s actually now early evening. The cookout must’ve started. So why didn’t Chains come wake me? Get a grip, you have no reason to be jealous since the club bunnies won’t be at the cookout tonight.

Horrified by the darkening bruise on my face, from when Emma hit me over the head with a gun, I wasn’t prepared to go downstairs looking like death warmed over.

I quickly strip out of my clothes and get into the shower. Scrubbing every inch of my body that needs to be scrubbed, and shaving everything that needs shaving.

I emerge from the shower ten minutes later, feeling decidedly more human, and most importantly, clean. Wrapping a towel around me, I pad barefoot into the bedroom and open the wardrobe, deciding on what to wear.

Since it’s getting decidedly chilly now, I decide on a light green turtleneck knee length sweater dress, pairing it back with a pair of black slouchy knee-high boots with a five-inch heel. I went a little heavy-handed on the makeup, doing a smoky eye, which made my green eyes pop, and a cherry red lipstick. My hair had grown a little more since I left the hospital and now framed my face in tight curls. The gauze on my head will have to remain a fixture for now.

Satisfied with my appearance, I try to push down the butterflies that fluttered inside my belly because I’ll be entering the cookout alone. Clearing my throat, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I leave the room.

The place was already overflowing with people, and it looks like the Washington Chapter has already arrived. I push my way through the throng of people, trying to find someone familiar, and ignoring the curious glances being sent my way. Keeping my gaze focused ahead, I suddenly gasped as a huge hand grabbed my arm, bringing me to a halt.

“Well, hello there, pretty lady, how ‘bout you come sit on my lap and I’ll give you a surprise.” The blood froze in my veins as I slowly turned my head to look at who had spoken.

He was a big man, at least over 6 foot five and two hundred and fifty pounds. Getting tangled with this guy would not end well for me. But I wasn’t about to let him do whatever he wanted with me, either.

Plastering a fake smile on my face, I opened my mouth to give him a serve, when a familiar but pissed off voice from behind me said. “Get your fucking hand off my ol’lady, Trucker. Unless you wanna lose it?”

The big guy looked taken aback, but quickly removed his hand, as Chains placed his own to the small of my back. That little move making wetness pool between my legs, and now I was regretting my decision to go without underwear tonight, thinking I’d surprise Chains.

“Maybe you should claim her then, brother, so that everyone else knows whose she is,” the guy known as Trucker says before walking off.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he whispers huskily against my ear as goosebumps appear all over my skin. But I wasn’t going to let him outdo me, so I reply,

“That’s good, because I’m not wearing any panties.” I had the satisfaction of watching as his steps falter, and he almost trips over himself, righting himself just in time.

Chuckling, I let him steer me towards the back door and into the backyard, where there are even more people milling around. At least here I recognize everyone from the Briar Creek chapter, and Lexie and the rest of the ol’ ladies are here, too.

“Touché, baby. Touché. You and I will leave early tonight so that I can get reacquainted with my pussy. But there’s something I need to give you first.”

Feeling a lot calmer, my first genuine smile of the evening breaks over my face. All I wanted was for him to take me back to our room so that he could fuck me, but it seemed he had other plans.

“Oh? And what, pray tell, do you need to give me?” I ask huskily, and he responds with a sexy grin.

Suddenly, he embraces me and kisses me with such intensity that I feel it in every fiber of my being.

“I hope that was just a prelude to what’s coming next?” I inquire, looking up at him sassily. Chains throws his head back and laughs heartily. “I love you; you know that?”

“I love you, too.” I reply breathily as he takes me in his arms, kissing me passionately, our tongues tasting each other’s mouths. Breaking the kiss, he looks at Lexie who’s coming towards us holding a large white box.

Arching my brow, I ask, “What’s this?” As she hands it off to Chains.

“Something which has taken me a decade to give to you, and I’ve finally gotten my head outta my ass to do it,” he tells me, handing the box to me. “Open it.”

I do, tearing open the box to see a black leather vest or cut, with the words Property Of at the top and Chains at the bottom. I smile widely.

“Will you be my ol’ lady, little one?”

“You know I will.” I tell him happily, letting him put it on me to whoops and hollers from his brothers and the other women in the room.

For the rest of the night, I tried to behave as Chains kept me on his lap the entire night, his ever-hardening cock poking me in the ass that at one point I thought fuck it and almost unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and would’ve sunk my aching pussy onto his pierced cock had we not had a constant flow of well-wishers. Not to mention the load of children running around.

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