Page 12 of Vampire

“I’ll take you back to your apartment so that you can change, and then we’ll go on that ride, butterfly; we have things to talk about,” he said, handing me the helmet from last night, I noticed in the light that it was black with a purple butterfly on the side, and the word Butterfly underneath it.

I sent Stefan a questioning look. “I had that made for you, Nicolette. You are the first and last woman who will ride my bike.” His face was possessive, and I had no doubt he meant it. Yet, I still found it hard to believe Stefan wanted me and could I be everything he wanted. I had secrets that could find me at any time. But I wanted nothing more than to be with Stefan. I fastened the helmet on my head and climbed behind him, latching on to him as he revved the bike up and took off.

I SAT INNicolette’s apartment, waiting on her to change.I looked around the place; she deserved better than this shitty place. The two-bedroom efficiency was in desperate need of repairs. Not to mention the security was non-existent. But things would change now that I was here to take care of my butterfly. I heard her phone ping, and since it was right beside me, I decided to have a look. It was that fucker Blake:Hey Nikki, I can’t wait to see you tonight. Have you considered my offer to show you some things in the club? I hope you have, little one; looking forward to your answer.

My killer instinct kicked in, wanting to cut Blake into little pieces, keeping him alive as long as possible to watch him suffer. I picked up her phone, deleting the text message. He called her little one like she was already his Sub.

Wrong move motherfucker.

I heard a door shut and calmed my features, letting the anger fall back inside. I would take care of Blake. He would know tonight that Nicolette was mine. I would never let my butterfly see my darkest side, shit; it scared me sometimes, so I would keep it hidden. She walked into the room dressed in jeans, a pink t-shirt, and sneakers, her hair in a french braid causing her eyes to look even bigger, making me want to strip her down and have her kneel at my feet. Nicolette didn’t need to dress sexy she simply was sexy by just being her.

“Do you think I will need a jacket?” she asked.

“Yeah, the sun is warm, but once the wind hits, you will get chilled. First, we will walk around the corner and grab some breakfast; I’m starving.”

“I was going to suggest that very thing. Great minds think alike. I haven’t been this hungry for breakfast in a long time,” Nicolette said, walking beside me to pick up her jacket and phone.

I latched onto her, pulling her between my legs, my lips going to graze on her neck. “We worked up an appetite last night. Wait until you see how hungry you will be tomorrow morning, butterfly; we’re just getting started,” I murmured into her neck, cupping her ass and bringing her core into my erection. I could fuck her over the counter, but we needed to talk, so I pushed her away, groaning at the loss of her body. “We better get moving before I fuck you right here with your roommate in the next room.” Her face turned crimson. I hoped she never got to the point of losing those beautiful blushes. I suppose I will just have to keep finding ways to keep them coming.

We walked around the corner to a small diner named Trudy’s. I had been here a few times. The waitress took us to a booth, openly coming on to me. I was used to it, I'm not a vain man, but I knew I was good-looking, and add being a member of a motorcycle club that my cut screamed everywhere I went, it made women do stupid shit. Like now, I am obviously with someone, a very beautiful someone, so I didn’t appreciate it one bit, and I let ‘Tammy’ know it with a viscous scowl when Nicolette turned her back. Getting the hint, Tammy stopped with the fake sultry come hither act. Learn to keep it classy, ladies.

“I don’t know what to have, I usually skip breakfast, but the french toast seems to call to me,” Nicolette said, her nose scrunching as she looked over the menu.

“French toast sounds good to me too,” I said. We put an order in, and I leaned back, looking at Nicolette, deciding how to broach the subject of what she was running from and how I could help. I decided to wait until after we ate. I would talk about other things first. “So, butterfly, did you like everything we did last night?” She went to lower those baby blues before answering. “Eyes on me, butterfly.”

“Very much so. I didn’t think I would enjoy it as much as I did,” Nicolette said, tugging her bottom lip with her teeth.

I waited for the waitress to drop our food before continuing. “I have so much more to teach you, and I want you to keep an open mind through it all. If there is something you don’t like, I want you to be honest and talk to me about it and let me know anything you yourself might desire to try. Can you do that?”

“Yes, I can do that. Though I don’t know the first thing about what I would want to try,” she said softly, almost to herself.

“Trust me, Nicolette, as we go along with trying new things, your mind will come up with things that turn you on and that you want to experiment with and add to our play. That I promise you.” I needed to straighten something out so she would understand she belonged to me. “Also, butterfly, we are together, which means no other men; the same goes for me with women. I don’t share and am possessive of what is mine.” I am who I am and will change for nobody, so I don’t care if I sound like a caveman; being upfront will save me from having to kill any man who touches her.

“I don’t want anyone else, Stefan. So, you needn’t worry. But, I think there is something I should tell you before we go any further. It’s important,” she said, her face filled with worry. She was going to confide in me; that’s my girl. Truth and honesty are important, and I’m glad she gets that.

I took her hand in mine. “You can tell me anything, Nicolette. You can trust me. Tell me what you need too.”

I HAVE TOtell Stefan. I can’t let him start a committedrelationship with me without being honest about how I’m running and what from; it wouldn’t be right. I do trust him, and if he doesn’t want to continue being with me, then that’s a risk I will take. I have to be honest. I don’t have it in me to constantly lie to him. I looked at him, not sure where to begin.

“I’m running from my family, Stefan. I ran away three years ago. My real name is Nicolette Albescue. My home was Los Angeles, and my father’s name is Gregory Albescue, and he has ties with the Italian Mafia there,” I said, watching his face, but he didn’t seem surprised by my admission or bothered by it.

“Why did you run?”

“Because my father promised me to an associate’s son by the name of Carson Jameson. So, when I turned eighteen, we would be married; I didn’t know this, but my father told me the day after I turned eighteen. I didn’t even know this man, who was older than me, but the few times I talked to him, he seemed nice, so I figured I could reason with him. That was a big mistake,” I said, telling me what I had witnessed that night. Stefan’s face never showed anything that might say how he felt about what I was telling him. “So, I need you to know this because being with me could put you in danger, and they could take me away at any time.” I finished.

“Have you had any indication they are still looking for you?” he asked.

“I had to leave Tennessee to come here because I overheard men talking to my boss at the restaurant I was working at the time. They were looking for me and showing him my picture. I didn’t wait around to see if he gave me up. So I took off that night.”

Stefan raised my hand, kissing my palm. “Nicolette, I need you to trust me to handle this problem. I promise you no one will be taking you away from me, and I’m sure as hell not scared, so do you trust me?” he said, his face a hard mask, concealing the emotion behind it.

“Are you sure, Stefan? It’s a lot to take on, and I don’t expect you to take on my problem,” I said, not wanting him to get hurt.

“Let me put it this way, Nicolette, you have no choice. I’m not letting you go, and I sure as hell am not letting some abusive assholes take you away from me. I will deal with it, and I am more than capable. Subject closed,” he said, his voice firm. “Now, let’s get out of here and take that ride I promised you.”

THIS WAS BAD. I had to school my features so Nicolettewouldn’t see the shock on my face and how serious this was. I expected many things to come out of her mouth, but shit, the Italian Mafia and that her father was Gregory Albescue, which I did not anticipate. Everyone with knowledge of the Mafia underground knew who her father was, and it was a running joke how a Frenchman climbed the ranks in the Italian Mafia. And he would not stop until he had his daughter back under his control. This was going to take planning and every bit of training that I had to take care of this problem. But, take care of it, I would.

Nicolette was mine, and I will die before letting those abusive fucks get a hold of her.

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