Page 21 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

Ihad to get away from Pepper and her addictive ass pussy. It hadn’t been that long since I had sex, but Pepper made me feel like it was my first time. Her pussy tasted good, and I wanted more, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I felt bad that I nutted on her back, then left, but she had my head spinning. I did at least change the sheets while she showered. That was the least I could do. I was sure I made her feel cheap or some shit, but that wasn’t my initial intention. I just didn’t expect her pussy to feel that damn good.

I thought I couldn’t get her out of my head before; now, it would be even worse. My obsession was about to be on a whole other level. There was no way I would let her go back to that clown ass dude she was with before. I’d kill him before I let him even smell her pussy again.

That shit with her father didn’t worry me, because I had a feeling he wasn’t going to do anything. He didn’t care about her enough to get his hands dirty. He just talked shit to make himself look good. If he really wanted her back, he would have been at my door by now.

As long as he didn’t do anything else to any of my guys, I would leave him alone for now. I wasn’t worried about my guys,but I didn’t want things to get out of hand, and I didn’t want anyone to die except Harold. I wasn’t even sure if I wanted that still, if it would cause Pepper any heartache.

My feelings were conflicted. I needed to clear my head, so after I left Pepper’s room, I showered, then got dressed and left the house. I thought about taking my bike but wanted to stop at the store, so I grabbed my G-Wagon. I needed some more food for the house, and I had planned on getting Pepper some more snacks and toiletries. I didn’t want to ask her if she needed more, but I knew things like that didn’t last. I also planned on getting her a few more coloring books. I hadn’t returned her TV, and I wasn’t sure when I would.

I scrubbed my hand over my face. As good as her pussy was, she deserved the television, but I didn’t want her to think she had any control over me. She hadn’t asked for it, but I knew she wanted it. It wasn’t fair of me to take it from her, but she pissed me off when I caught her trying to leave and the fact that she changed the room around. I still wasn’t even sure why that part bothered me so much. What could I expect her to do sitting in a room all day and night for days on end? I probably would have done the same thing if I were her. If it were me, I would have tried to climb out of the window. She could have tried if she wanted, but she wouldn’t have gotten far. And that was if she didn’t break something going down. Even if she made it safely on the ground, she would still have trouble leaving the property. I knew all of that but still chose to keep her locked away. Maybe I would let her have free reign of the house soon.

Two hours later, my head was a little clearer, and I had gotten groceries and picked up some food for dinner because I wasn’t in the mood to cook.

Once I put the groceries away, I put Pepper’s stuff in a bag and headed up to her room.

She was in the middle of the floor coloring when I walked in.

“You good?” I asked as I got closer.

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Her eyes were on her book, and it bothered me that she didn’t want to look at me.

I scratched the back of my neck. “Well, uh, I got you some stuff.”

She continued coloring and still hadn’t looked up. “Thanks.”

Still no eye contact, and that shit bothered me.

“And you can come have dinner with me.”

Her hand stopped moving, and she finally gave me her eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but relief filled me when she did.

“I’m good.” She put her head down and went back to coloring.

I chuckled. “It’s not an option. You have ten minutes to be downstairs.”

I turned and left the room. The door was unlocked, so this would be her first test. I wanted to see what she would do if she had the potential to escape. I wasn’t confident that she would even come down, but I felt she would because she needed to eat.

While I waited for her, I plated the food and set the table.

Fifteen minutes later, I heard Pepper walking down the steps. She hadn’t been anywhere else in the house, but it wouldn’t be hard for her to find me. I watched when her last foot hit the step.

“I’m in here,” I called out.

Her head snapped in my direction, and my eyes stayed on her as she walked toward the dining room. She looked nervous and apprehensive as she approached the table.

There was already a chair pulled out for her, but just as I figured, she pulled a different chair that was further away from me.

I smirked as she sat. “You’re late.” I glanced at my watch. I shifted in my seat because the pajamas she had on made mydick hard. This one was a deep purple, and it was officially my favorite.

“It’s not like I know what time it is. There’s no clock or TV in my room, remember?” She gave me thatduhlook.

“You keep it up, you won’t get that TV back.”

She kept her mouth closed and looked at the food.

For dinner, we had two different kinds of pasta, salads, and breadsticks from an Italian place that was on my way back home. I wasn’t sure which one she would like, so I gave her a little bit of both on her plate. The salad bowl was in the middle of the table, along with the breadsticks.

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