It took her a good minute after my announcement to answer.
“You’re giving me to him?” her voice was soft and hurt, her eyes filled with betrayal.
“How many times have I told you that you’re not going back to him?” she still wasn’t catching on, and for the life of me, I don’t know why I didn’t just come right out and tell her.
“Then what…who?” she looked scared enough to bolt, and I had other shit to do before the happy event, so I couldn’t stand around here all day with her fuckery.
“Just get that dress and be ready in half an hour, we’ve already wasted enough time, and I have to be out there with my men soon in case your beau decides to lose his fucking mind and come looking for you.”
When she didn’t move but just stood there as if transfixed, I turned to leave the room.
“If you don’t mind getting married in that, then I don’t; I’ll be back to get you.”
I pulled the phone when it rang on my hip, and the read-out said Clay calling.
“What’s up, brother?”
“We’ve got a problem.”
“Fuck, another one; what is it this time?” I moved faster on my way to the door.
I hadn’t expected Davis to make a move this soon; I thought I had time.
“It’s your cousin.”
“Travis, what about him?” I stopped moving as my brain tried to play catch up.
Travis was due back from his overseas job; there’s no reason for anything to be wrong with him.
Unless the fucking plane went down, and I’m sure I would’ve heard about that before now.
“Uh, he seems to be having some female issues of his own.”
“What the fuck does that mean, and why are you bothering me with this shit right now?” sometimes, I think my boys just like fucking with me.
They think I’m too serious all the time; at least, that’s what I keep hearing.
So every once in a while, they’d pull some shit that was supposed to get me out of my doldrums.
The shit never works, but that never stops them from trying.
“You’d better get out here quick, bro; by the way, your priest is here.”
“I’ll be right there.” I turned and looked back at her, and my heart softened a little at the look of fear on her face.
“Shit!
Come ‘ere.” She actually flew across the room to me and surprised the hell out of me.
For some reason, maybe because there was too much shit going on in my world at the moment, I had the strange urge to pull her in tight and squeeze the hell out of her.
“I want you to stop worrying; I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” she nodded against my chest.
Not good.
“Well, the only way I can do that right now is by marrying you; that way, it will give us time to come up with something else more long term.”
“Isn’t marriage supposed to be long term?” it took her a minute to come up with that one.
Why the fuck do females always have to make shit difficult?
“Yes, but we won’t be getting married for real; I mean, the ceremony will be real; it has to be in order for this to work, but we’ll be married in name only.
“When this is all over, you can get a divorce or an annulment or whatever and go on with the rest of your life.”
“I won’t do it.” She pulled out of my arms with more force than I thought her little body capable of.
“Excuse me?” see what I mean?
Difficult.
I should’ve gone with my first choice and just dragged her ass before the preacher and get this shit done.
Instead, I thought I’d show her the courtesy of letting her in on how I was planning to change her life for the next little while, and look what it got me.
No doubt she was about to make my fucking head hurt the way only a female can.
“I will not lie in front of a priest; think of something else.
When I get married, it will be forever, and there will be no divorce.”
“Do you understand that this is the only way I can keep you here for now without bringing down the law on my head?”
“You’re of age, that’s true, but all Davis or your father has to do is make a complaint of kidnapping or some shit to get the whole ball rolling.
Now go put on the dress, and let’s go.”
I’m sure there are ways around all that shit I just told her, but this was the quickest solution and the one that worked best in my head, so that’s what the fuck we were gonna do.
“No.”
What the fuck?
“Okay then, you may leave, bye.
I hope you find a way to get yourself out of this shit.” I turned to leave the house and go see about what the fuck else was going on to fuck with my life today.
She pulled on the back of my tee-shirt as I turned to leave.
“No, wait, you can’t just throw me out.” Now she sounded panicked.
The old me would’ve soothed her, maybe even long enough to get her under me.
This me didn’t have the fucking time.
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But since I wasn’t interested in any of that shit, my mind wasn’t working in that direction.
There was another reason I was choosing to marry her; I’m sure I could’ve found another way to keep her safe.
But this way, I get to stick it to Royce in a way that I know would hurt the old fuck.
He didn’t have to know that I wasn’t fucking her; just the thought should be enough to drive his ass mad.
But first, I have to get this one to calm the fuck down with her shit.
“I can and I will; I have people here that I have to look out for; you being here is a danger to them.
You don’t want to do what I say; then you have to go.”
She bit her lip and wrung her hands together while looking around for an answer.
Only half of that shit I told her was true, but it suited my purposes to make her believe that shit.
My men know that there’s only one law here, literally and figuratively speaking, of course.
They know that I don’t ask permission, and I do what the fuck I feel is right at the time and for the situation, whatever it may be.
They never forget that they were the ones who came searching me out and not the other way around.
I could’ve gone after that fuck myself.
It’s not that I didn’t care about them or their thoughts; I cared too much.
But once in my life, I had no control over anything, and it went to shit.
That was never gonna happen again.
She didn’t have to know that I had no intentions of letting her go out that door.
This was too good an opportunity to pass up.
Yes, I was about to use her, but she’d come to me.
And besides, it wasn’t like I was going to use and discard her; when this shit was all over, I would see that she was taken care of.
But there was no way I was letting her out of here now for him to get his hands on her.
I know it had to be killing him by now if he knew where she was, and I’m pretty sure he did.
“Get dressed.” I walked out the door to go see what the fuck was going on with the rest of my fucked up day.