Page 8 of Blade: Blade Outlawz MC

“Where the hell is my father?” I for sure thought my dad would have come for me by now, or even Uncle Evan, someone.

Maybe my father didn’t care anymore since I wasn’t the boy he wanted. How could a parent be so cruel? I didn’t make myself a girl. Shouldn’t he be mad at himself for producing a girl? Nobody could determine what a child would be, so his anger didn’t make sense. My feelings were still hurt by what he said to me. I questioned if I really wanted him to save me. I didn’t know if things with him would be better than me being with a stranger. I guess he didn’t plan on killing me since he hadn’t yet. Who just kept someone they wanted to kill? That didn’t make sense to me, but none of it made sense. I still didn’t know why he wanted me or what he wanted me to do, and that was frustrating in itself.

Whatever he had planned, I wished he would get it over with already. I was bored as hell. If I had a pen or something, I would write all over the walls, just to piss him off.

I had just come out of the bathroom when I heard the door being unlocked. I scrambled to the middle of the bed because I didn’t want him to think I had gotten too comfortable. I wasn’t comfortable at all.

He had a scowl on his face as if he was angry. What the hell did he have to be angry for? He was the bad guy here, not me.

“Are you seriously in here looking at me like I did something wrong?” I crossed my arms over my chest. I had to show him that I wasn’t afraid of him, even though inside, I was shaking like a leaf.

“You have a smart-ass mouth for someone who doesn’t know if they are going to die or not.” He closed the door and walked further into the room.

I scoffed. “If you were going to kill me, you would have. Plus, my father would kill you if you tried to kill me.”

I wasn’t convinced of that, and it appeared he wasn’t either when he laughed.

“You on that shit again?” He laughed again. “Baby girl, I know exactly who your father is, just like I know who you are, Pepper.” That sinister grin was on his face again. “Your father seems to be stirring up trouble, looking for you.”

He’d known who I was this whole time. I still wasn’t understanding what he wanted with me. Did he have some type of issue with my dad? Why hadn’t he come by now? I was sure he could rally up the rest of the club members to come rescue me. I assumed he didn’t care enough to look for me.

“It won’t be too much longer until my father finds you.”

He scratched his beard and smiled. “Oh, did I say your dad?” He slapped his forehead. “I meant your cousin, and she asked where you were. It doesn’t seem like daddy was too worried about you.” There went that smile again.

At first, it scared me a little, but now it was pissing me off. I wish I had something to stab him with.

“Why are you even in here if you aren’t going to kill me?” I stood from the bed because I had enough. A small part of me wanted him to kill me. I was sure nobody would miss me. Maybe Cayenne and Uncle Evan, but that was about it. My father didn’t seem to care as much as I wanted him to.

He looked like he wanted to say something but shook his head. His piercing glare made me wish I was sitting down. There was no way I could potentially stare death in the face and be so turned on. His white shirt hugged his muscles, and there wereso many tattoos covering his arms that I couldn’t figure out what they all were.

“Because you are no use for me dead.” He licked his lips as his eyes roamed my body. He stepped closer to me. “You are going to help me set your father up.”

“I think the fuck not. Nope.” I shook my head.

He grabbed me by the neck. It wasn’t too tight, but it was enough pressure to make me not want to fight him. His nostrils flared as he glared at me. “You can, and you will.”

I stared into his eyes as he continued glaring at me. There was a war he was fighting with himself. I could tell every time he licked his lips and looked down at my breasts. I could feel him getting hard because we were so close.

I smirked at him. He wanted to act crazy, I could act a little crazy too. Secretly, I liked the way he gripped my neck and how he looked at me.

Neither of us moved. The room felt like it was closing in on me.

“I won—” My words were cut off when he crashed his lips into mine.

He kept his hand around my neck while the other one gripped my ass. It caught me way off guard, and before I got a chance to enjoy it, he snatched away and left the room.

I heard the door lock and was disappointed.

Maybe I could use his attraction to me, to my advantage. I sat back on the bed and tried to come up with another way to get out of the room.

Ileft Pepper Ann and stalked back to my room. I had been struggling with my feelings for her. The number of times I beat my dick just from watching her was a little sickening. She hadn’t even done anything to warrant my dick getting hard except fucking exist. Every time she moved around the room, I watched the way her ass moved in her jeans, and after seeing it when she did yoga, I wanted to see how it would look if I fucked her from the back.

It had become obsessive, and the shit drove me crazy. A war was brewing, and the best thing would have been to let her go, but I couldn’t. She could play like she didn’t want to be here, but I saw it in her eyes. Her feistiness was just a defense mechanism. She probably questioned herself feeling whatever she felt toward me.

Every time she talked, I couldn’t help but watch her lips. The urge to kiss them had become so powerful that I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. They were just as I imagined, soft and fucking tasty. It didn’t even matter to me that she hadn’t been able to shower or anything else in the last couple of days. She still smelled like peaches, and I still wanted to put her on a platterand eat her. It was becoming harder and harder for me not to act on what I felt.

She might hate me when all was said and done, but Pepper Ann wasn’t leaving my house. I figured if I wanted her to stick around, I needed to do something to make her want to stay.

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