know.”
13
They had been at the house in the swamp for over a week. Naughty was beyond tired of being cooped up and the mosquitos that were as big as sparrows. It was a miracle she hadn’t been sucked dry already.
She slapped at another one and then she felt him. She could always feel when he was close, everything just seemed to be a little bit brighter, calmer.
“Morning my Naughty girl. Are you feeling better?” Gator asked as he stepped up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.
She had found it funny at first that he was only an inch taller than she was when she was in her bare feet. She had always thought that she liked big men who made her feel protected and small, but feeling small wasn’t a good thing. Gator made her feel strong and she felt safer in his arms than in any she had found.
Size didn’t matter after all, who knew?
“I feel mostly better.” She said and it was true. She hadn’t thrown up in almost twenty-four hours.
“Did you eat beb?”
“I had some toast and ice cream.”
She felt his chuckle against her neck. “Dere’s milk in dat so I guess dat’s alright.”
She felt her lips curl. She loved how he made everything ok. He just did somehow. Everything was ok when Gator was by her side. He found a way that made it ok to be what she was and that wasn’t something she had seen very often in her line of work.
What would she do without him?
The thought sent chills racing over her skin.
“Quit dat love. I’m not goin’ anywhere that you can’t go. I’ll always come home to you.” He kissed her neck and the top of her shoulder as he inhaled the scent of her skin. That had been strange at first, but now she caught herself doing it too, almost as if she were pulling bits of him into her lungs to keep for always.
She tried to settle her racing heart, but something felt off.
“Is everything alright?”
He hadn’t let her out of his sight since the day Sylvie stopped by for her visit, but Naughty didn’t think that was the reason. It felt bigger.
“I don’ know Naughty girl.” He sounded so sad.
And that was terrifying. Gator was afraid and he was weighing his options.
“We may need to move a little further into the bayou love. I know you hate it, but I’m going to get us real lost so nobody can even think about trying to hurt you.”
“We can’t just run away. The club would put a price on your head. Then that would double our problems.”
He turned her in his arms.
“I can lose us real good Naughty. Don’ doubt me on dat, but dat’s no life for you or dat baby. I’m not runnin’ from the club, but I’m not trustin’ anybody either.”
She searched his eyes. “What do you mean? Why can’t we trust the club?”
He took her face in his hands and leaned against her forehead.
“Civil war is coming to the club love. I don’ know who to trust right now, but I won’t take a risk with you.”
“Civil war how?”
“Phoenix is behind this shit Naughty. We don’ know why and I shouldn’t be tellin’ you any of it, but that’s who is hunting you. Until we know which charters are with them then we are on our own.”
“Oh God, there’s one down here.”
He nodded.
“Why would they do that?”
“We don’ know dat yet. Until we do, you shoot anybody that comes near you.” He reached back and rubbed his neck. “I need to know what went down Naughty girl. I know you aren’t supposed to talk about it, but I think I need to know.”
“I don’t know who, but I found out that product was being traded out at the club. Money being switched around. Tips were better all-around when something was going on. I think that’s how the money changed hands. Some of the girls were getting a little side action too. I don’t know all of it, but there was more than lap dances in the private rooms. There was a lot of money being tossed around.
13
They had been at the house in the swamp for over a week. Naughty was beyond tired of being cooped up and the mosquitos that were as big as sparrows. It was a miracle she hadn’t been sucked dry already.
She slapped at another one and then she felt him. She could always feel when he was close, everything just seemed to be a little bit brighter, calmer.
“Morning my Naughty girl. Are you feeling better?” Gator asked as he stepped up behind her and wrapped her in his arms.
She had found it funny at first that he was only an inch taller than she was when she was in her bare feet. She had always thought that she liked big men who made her feel protected and small, but feeling small wasn’t a good thing. Gator made her feel strong and she felt safer in his arms than in any she had found.
Size didn’t matter after all, who knew?
“I feel mostly better.” She said and it was true. She hadn’t thrown up in almost twenty-four hours.
“Did you eat beb?”
“I had some toast and ice cream.”
She felt his chuckle against her neck. “Dere’s milk in dat so I guess dat’s alright.”
She felt her lips curl. She loved how he made everything ok. He just did somehow. Everything was ok when Gator was by her side. He found a way that made it ok to be what she was and that wasn’t something she had seen very often in her line of work.
What would she do without him?
The thought sent chills racing over her skin.
“Quit dat love. I’m not goin’ anywhere that you can’t go. I’ll always come home to you.” He kissed her neck and the top of her shoulder as he inhaled the scent of her skin. That had been strange at first, but now she caught herself doing it too, almost as if she were pulling bits of him into her lungs to keep for always.
She tried to settle her racing heart, but something felt off.
“Is everything alright?”
He hadn’t let her out of his sight since the day Sylvie stopped by for her visit, but Naughty didn’t think that was the reason. It felt bigger.
“I don’ know Naughty girl.” He sounded so sad.
And that was terrifying. Gator was afraid and he was weighing his options.
“We may need to move a little further into the bayou love. I know you hate it, but I’m going to get us real lost so nobody can even think about trying to hurt you.”
“We can’t just run away. The club would put a price on your head. Then that would double our problems.”
He turned her in his arms.
“I can lose us real good Naughty. Don’ doubt me on dat, but dat’s no life for you or dat baby. I’m not runnin’ from the club, but I’m not trustin’ anybody either.”
She searched his eyes. “What do you mean? Why can’t we trust the club?”
He took her face in his hands and leaned against her forehead.
“Civil war is coming to the club love. I don’ know who to trust right now, but I won’t take a risk with you.”
“Civil war how?”
“Phoenix is behind this shit Naughty. We don’ know why and I shouldn’t be tellin’ you any of it, but that’s who is hunting you. Until we know which charters are with them then we are on our own.”
“Oh God, there’s one down here.”
He nodded.
“Why would they do that?”
“We don’ know dat yet. Until we do, you shoot anybody that comes near you.” He reached back and rubbed his neck. “I need to know what went down Naughty girl. I know you aren’t supposed to talk about it, but I think I need to know.”
“I don’t know who, but I found out that product was being traded out at the club. Money being switched around. Tips were better all-around when something was going on. I think that’s how the money changed hands. Some of the girls were getting a little side action too. I don’t know all of it, but there was more than lap dances in the private rooms. There was a lot of money being tossed around.
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