Page 14 of Ruthless Souls

I lifted my gaze and looked at her. I smiled tightly. “No, everything is fine. Just hungry from a long day at work.”

“Good thing it’s the weekend now, right?”

I nodded, turning back to my snack.

“Are you going to eat more than that tonight?” she asked, scrunching her nose at my yogurt.

“Of course. I just need a little something right now. Agnes went to the store to get steaks. I’m not missing out on that,” I promised her with a smile.

“Good. Don’t want you to starve. I watch you during dinner sometimes. You don’t eat enough.”

I did eat. I ate a lot, just not often in front of anyone.

Just yesterday at lunch, I had a sandwich I made for myself at the store, then decided it wasn’t enough and headed out to grab McDonalds. I had two burgers and a six-piece nuggets plus fries.

I often felt sick when I ate that much junk food, but it made me feel good. It’s how I liked to spend my money. On junk food and books.

What else was needed in life?

“I’ll keep my eyes on you, sweetie. You’ll eat tonight.”

I puckered my lips and decided to simply nod instead of arguing. That wouldn’t get me anywhere anyway. Arguing with any of the old ladies was pointless.

I turned back to my food and finished it off by adding crushed hazelnuts on top, then I grabbed a spoon and walked over to the big table to eat it.

Only a few members were around, but the clubhouse would be full by the end of the night. It was Friday, and things often got heated and crazy around here.

I was prepared to eat dinner, then leave to go back home and read that book I was so eager to finish.

I took a spoonful of yogurt into my mouth when a large hand fisted my ponytail, pulling at it until I tilted my head back.

JT was grinning down at me, and I almost choked on the blueberry in my mouth.

“I like when you wear your hair like this. Makes it so much easier to control a woman while fucking her from behind.”

I didn’t need to know that. God, why was he so fixated on me lately?

I swallowed and reached behind me to gently pull my ponytail out of his grip, and when I was finally free, I got up from the bench and grabbed my bowl.

“Where are you going?” he asked amused.

Away from you, I wanted to say, but that would only make his behavior toward me worse.

“I forgot the honey,” I lied, needing an excuse to go back into the kitchen where his momma was. Not that she ever told him what to do, but I still had hope that she’d one day tell him to leave me alone.

“That’s okay. You’re already sweet enough.” He cupped the side of my face and leaned in, his lips aiming for mine, but I quickly turned away and cleared my throat.

“I uh—” I tried to find the right words to tell him that I didn’t want him to come this close, but even if I did manage to speak, he wouldn’t listen.

Someone entered the room from behind JT, and I hoped that it was someone who could help me out of this situation.

When I saw Jagger’s face, relief washed over me. “Why is she scared?” he asked, his voice stern.

JT turned to him and chuckled. “She’s not scared. Just a bit shy. Just how I like my women,” he said, turning his head to look at me.

I gripped the bowl tighter, ready to slam it to his head. But I remained collected.

“You like them drunk or unconscious and unable to tell you no. Go play your disgusting little games somewhere else. Leave Remedy alone and stay the fuck away from her.”

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