Cajun Protection by Whiskey Starr

in
to gettcha to go shopping. The shop has my card number, as well as
Hawk’s. Get what ya want, and whatever else you think you might
need. I just ask that ya don’t leave her side. You’re safer here
than in Bostwick, but I don’t know who followed us. She’ll drop ya
off at the house when you’re done. Just don’t leave, ya hear me, chéri ?” The deep throaty tone of his voice when he calls me chéri is about all I can process. Shit, now I wish I had a
good vibrator. I nod, because around both of them I turn stupid and
can’t seem to process a single thought that will require me to use
words. Maybe it’s because they intimidate me. I’m a larger woman,
but next to them, I feel like a small child.
    “Good. Now Hawk has a list of things in the
back he needs too.” Oh, he is dismissing me, well fine then. I
brush past him, and as I do I hear a small growl. Huh, I will have
to remember what I did to make him do that sound again. It is
frickin’ hot.
    I knock on the door waiting for Hawk to tell
me come in.
    “Yeah,” is the only response I get before I
push it open. The office belonging to Hawk and Wolf is sparse, and
that is being nice. It is clean-ish. So, it has some papers
scattered on the desk and a giant board that houses various
pictures and maps. But what gets me are the pictures on the board.
Pictures of me. It is my case. I’m glutton for punishment as I make
my way to it. I see Andrew’s mug shot, and pictures of Penny, my
apartment, the police report, everything about me.
    “Shit, sorry, Zoey, I forgot to turn it,” and
the board swings upside down flashing to a giant map. “You okay,
doll?” Hawk has turned me to face him now. I guess with the shock
of it all, tears must have fallen down on my face. My life is
pinned on a board with fifty-cent tacks. The reality of it is
starting to crash down that no matter what I do, I can’t go back.
Suddenly two strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight. A small
shushing sound is being made. Hawk is trying to comfort me, but to
be honest it feels good, but not in a calming effect, but more of a
sexual one. Anytime Wolf or Hawk touch me, my body responds. To
make matters worse, I have only known them for a couple days. I’m a
hussy. Fuck me, wait no don’t fuck me, well maybe, shit I need to
stop thinking now.
    “Sorry. I’m good. Wolf said you needed
something while I’m out?” Trying to separate myself with work, I
avoid Hawk’s demanding gaze.
    “You okay to go out, doll?” Stupid brain
again—I nod.
    “Okay, well then here is a list. I’m sure
Shaylene knows what to do. You need anything, call our cells.” He
hands me a piece of paper with numbers on it, and shocking me more
a small burn type of phone. Well at least I have something for
emergencies.
    “Hey, Zoey, come on out here.” Wolf bellows
from the front office. I take everything from Hawk and head to the
front. I find a bright bubbly full-figured redhead who is glaring
at Wolf, but turns and smiles at me.
    “Shit, this is gonna be fun. Didn’t tell me
she is a normal looking chick and not a twig. Hey, chicky, I’m
Shay, or Shaylene. We gonna do some shoppin’ then go to lunch and
from there, avoid trouble.” She winks at me and I can’t help but
giggle. “You ready to blow doom and gloom now?”
    “Sure, sounds awesome.” I grab my purse and
follow her out, finally someone who makes me laugh and doesn’t
worry about how I’m feeling all the time. If I was a dude, I would
totally love this woman, hell, I think I already do when she passes
me a large peppermint mocha.
    “Let’s go have some fun.” I jump in her car
and we take off, and for once today, I feel better.

Chapter Seven

     
    Zoey
     
     
    “So by the look of you, I can guess it’s easy
to see you don’t have any clothes, so let’s go to my fav store and
start there.” Shay is so damn talkative, I didn’t know if I should
speak, but I agreed with her.
    “Here we go.” We pull up to a small shop