Chapter Twenty-Nine
How I could think tellingher my name would be a good idea is beyond me.Lara. Her fucking name coming from those lips—beautiful. I knew she had to have a beautiful name. I caught onto her little trick of learning the routines of the guards two weeks ago. Very clever really, but not clever enough for me not to figure out. It was only a matter of time before she tried it. And I had been right about the time she would try. Fuck, if I hadn’t been the one to find her— I can’t even think of the possibilities of what could have happened. Just the thought of it turns mystomach.
I let my fist fly into my opponent’s face, the flesh on flesh making a sickening smack sends a thrill of satisfaction through me. Hit after hit my dick grows, getting off on the pain I’m inflicting. I’m going to need an extra-long shower, maybe a little hand to cock combat,too.
The walk back to the apartment is quick. I don’t stop in the mess hall to grab food, content on making my own, a luxury I can afford now that I have a sizable bank account. The favor Doyle still owes me is tucked safely in the back of my mind and when I’m in need of that favor, I won’t hesitate to cash it in. Until then, I makedue.
Stepping inside, I see Lara standing at the kitchen table folding my laundry and want to hit myself again because I forgot to send a list with my town-runner. The girl needs clothes in a bad f’en way. The memory of the way Trenton was eyeing her up the other night still makes me raw with anger. I wanted to rip his eyes from their sockets and make him eat them. “What size are you?” I ask, grabbing a pen and paper from the drawer and tossing it to her. “Write it down and anything else you might need. Chick shit and all that,” I snap, immediately scolding myself for being a dick. She doesn’t deserve it but I also can’t give her reason to get too close or give Roman another reason to do his bidding. But really, I’m only fooling myself when it comes to her. If Roman were to come into this room at this very second and put a gun to her head I would probably do whatever it is he said just to make sure she keptbreathing.
“Idon’t—”
“Whatever you want. I’ll have someone go into town to get it for you. Write it, I’m taking a shower.” I don’t let her speak anymore before stomping off to the shower in need of a release. The was surge I felt earlier has intensified now that I have seen her, talked to her. Shit, I am sofucked.