Page 6 of Girth (Marked Skulls MC 1)
I felt naked under his glare. Like he could see right through me. I wanted to be enraged about the things he was saying, at the fact that he was taking these liberties with me. However, his nearness to my body was distracting. I felt like I couldn’t think straight anymore.
“It’s hilarious how concerned everybody suddenly is. They should have stopped that man from pointing a gun at me instead!” I screeched and Girth came closer. He was closing in on me. A shadow fell over me as I craned my neck to look up at him. Despite how angry I was feeling, I could also sense a distinct sticky wetness in my panties. I had no idea why this was so sexy. I was supposed to be having a fight with him!
“They didn’t know it was coming, and now they’re taking action. Just trust us!” he barked, raising his voice for the first time and I pouted my lips angrily at him.
“I can’t trust them. I can’t trust anyone. My mother didn’t want this life for me. I don’t want this life for me!” I screamed and he stretched his hands out towards me. I gasped and screeched as his grip tightened on my waist and he was lifting me up in the air.
The fantasy I had been having about him a few minutes ago, was coming true. But instead of pinning me to the wall and fucking me, Girth had lifted me up and thrown me over his left shoulder. He was carrying me to my bedroom and I tried to wriggle free, tried to push against his grip.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” I pounded my fists on his back, as he pushed open the door of my bedroom and deposited me on the carpet.
I stumbled on my feet, pulling my t-shirt down with a jerk. My belly had been exposed but Girth hadn’t even looked in my direction. He was walking out of my bedroom now.
“What are you doing? Where are you going?” I screeched and I could still feel the warmth and strength of his arms on my body.
“You can stay in here, and see what it feels like to be really locked up,” he grumbled and shut the door. I heard him turn the key in the lock from outside and I ran and banged on the door.
“You can’t fucking do this! This is my house!” I screamed.
“I’m not letting you out till you tell me what you want from your dad, and till you promise me that you’re going to stop resisting help,” I heard him say from the other side of the door.
I gritted my teeth in anger and hissed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled and then collapsed on the carpet. This was all dad’s fault, it was all his fault!
“Lila…talk to me,” I heard Girth’s voice again, and this time he was speaking softly, gently and I could feel hot tears pricking the back of my eyelids again.
Chapter 6
Girth
I was out on Lila’s hallway, on the other side of her bedroom door. I could hear her settling down on the carpet and I crouched down too. I felt strange, like I was floating outside my body. I wasn’t sure how I had managed to resist pinning her to the wall and fucking her.
I hadn’t planned on lifting her up and carrying her to her bedroom. It had just happened and once I’d picked her up, I couldn’t stop. When I walked into her room, I had to resist every urge in my body to not throw her on the bed and pull down those teensy denim shorts of hers.
She was soft and supple in my arms, as light as a feather. I’d be too big for her and if my cock was inside her, she’d walk funny for days. I wanted to hear her scream, I wanted to watch my cock entering her pussy inch by inch. I wanted to see what her face would look like when she came.
I had no other choice but to walk out of her room. I needed to put some distance between us so I could think straight. This was fucking crazy!
I had never experienced this before. This violent desperate urge to fuck a woman I couldn’t have. Firstly, there wasn’t supposed to be a woman I couldn’t have!
I could see her shadow now, from under the door. I knew she was sitting on the carpet, with her back against the door.
“Lila? I can sit here all day, if that’s what it takes to get you talking,” I said to her in a growl. I knew I would have been more angry at this, at her…I didn’t have the patience for this kind of shit, but Lila was too tempting. I couldn’t just walk away from her, no matter how much she resisted me. Besides, there was a job to do and I was trained to follow orders, no matter how difficult the task was.
I had also realized that there was no point in arguing with Lila. She was good at it. My only chance at cracking her was to try a different angle.
I heard her take in a sharp breath.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked, in a softer milder voice and I got my hopes up.
“Tell me what’s going on. What do you want from your dad? What will it take for you to accept our help?” I asked and pictured Lila’s wild blue eyes on the other side. Her cheeks were full, and her shoulders were slender. I imagined her in sexy lace underwear, and what her skin might taste like against my tongue.
“I want to leave Orlando, okay?” she said flatly and I crossed my brows in confusion.
“You want to leave home?” I asked and I heard her sigh.
“Yes, that’s what I want to do. That’s what I’ve always wanted. I want to get as far away from the MC as I can. Even before all this happened, before I was almost killed, I had a feeling that it wouldn’t be safe here for me,” she said and despite how strong she was attempting to sound, I could hear the sadness in her voice.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked.
“Somewhere on the East coast maybe, Puerto Rico maybe? I don’t know. It doesn’t matter…dad would never let me,” she said and I touched the door, clenching my jaws. She didn’t sound like the mad bitch that she did some time ago. Her voice had sobered, she sounded sad and I felt a desperate urge to wipe that sadness away. I didn’t like the sound of her going away from Orlando; even though I had only just met her, and I was only here temporarily. And yet, I wanted to give her what she wanted, just so that she didn’t feel sad anymore.
“You should ask your dad, I’m sure all he wants is for you to be happy,” I said, and I realized that I didn’t even sound like myself anymore. Who was this guy saying these words? What did I know about fathers and daughters? Mine was a drunk and a wife beater and had driven my mother to the bottle and me to the military. So, no, I fucking didn’t know what Lewis wanted for his daughter. All I knew I wanted was for Lila to stop being sad.
“You don’t understand, Girth. Dad will never let me leave Orlando. It doesn’t matter to him that I nearly died here. He would never want me out of his sight,” she said and she almost sounded like a kid, who was angry that she wasn’t being allowed dessert before dinner.
“But you don’t know that till you speak to him. Showing your anger and putting your life in danger by refusing protection isn’t going to help matters,” I said, surprising myself with my words again. Where was all this coming from?
“I know what he will say. This is how he has been, at least since I can remember, since my mom died,” I heard her say and I clenched my fists to control my urge to open the door.
“How has he been?” I asked and Lila sighed again dejectedly.
“Overprotective, overbearing, like a mad man obsessed with keeping me to himself. He practically forbade me from working anywhere. The only place he allowed me to work was at his own auto body shop,” she said and I heard her turn and knock her forehead against the door gently.
“I feel trapped, Girth, I feel suffocated in this city, in my own home. I love him and I love the guys, they mean the world to me, but I can’t wait to get away from them,” she added.
“Girth?” she said my name softly when I hadn’t responded.
“Yes, I’m here,” I replied and I pressed my temples with my fingers. I wasn’t hungover, but I could feel a headache coming on.
“Will you help me?” she asked and I pressed my eyes close.
“My job here is to keep you safe. I don’t know how I can help you with this. I don’t even really know your dad,” I told her. There was a si
lence between us, she was thinking.
“I saw your patch. You’re from the Rogue Rebels aren’t you? You know Elwood. Maybe you can talk to him, my dad might listen to his friend,” she continued.
“I’ll see what I can do, Lila. For now, your dad is right. You need to stay here where we can take care of your safety. That’s what I’m here to do and I’m not going to let anyone touch you,” I said, and I could hear my voice getting hoarse. I didn’t even know this woman and I was already making promises to her.
There was silence between us again, and then I heard the sound of her sobs. She was crying!
“Lila, what’s going on in there?” I thundered. I heard her sniff.
“What do you think is going on in here? I’m crying!” she snapped and a soft smile grazed my lips. She was a strange one, and it was even stranger that she so easily made me smile.
“Why are you crying?” I asked because I wanted to hear her voice again.
