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She’s mesmerizing and completely drool worthy. I look away, clearing my throat softly as I remember whose daughter she is.
Rueben picks up a washcloth and dips it in some cool water, wiping her down methodically, without once looking at her or feeling her up. He also begins to treat her injuries.
“I’d say I’d switch places with you in a heartbeat, but then I’m only going to end up distracted,” Tanner says, grinning as he eyes her.
Rueben levels him with a look of disapproval. “Leave the room if you’re going to be disgusting.”
I laugh, shaking my head at their interaction, although much like Tanner, I’m quite affected by her.Her milky skin contrasts beautifully with the color of her hair that fell out of its bun when Rueben took off her bloody shirt to get a better view of her injuries.
Her gorgeous breasts stand firm on her chest with pink nipples perked up for our view. Everything about her is a work of art. I’ve never been mesmerized by a belly button, but hers deepens into her belly like a tiny well I’d love to drink from.
I want to see all of her, and yet, a part of me feels guilty for the intrusion of privacy. I’ve always preferred my women willing and very much awake.
Rueben cleans her up quickly and looks at Tanner. “Go get the clothes that we got for her to change into.”
“I’ll take the ones she was wearing. I’ll throw them away since they’re so dirty,plus, we need to dispose of anything thing that would tie her to us.”
“How do you feel?” I ask her, trying to distract myself from the memory of her body.
“I have a raging ache in my head. It doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go away,” she says, clutching her head.
I nod at the table. “Rueben left you some painkillers. You should take them.”
She fills a glass with water and does as I say, placing the cool glass to her head. When she’s done, a soft sigh escapes her full lips.
“There’s breakfast for you if you feel up to it.” I point at the plate of eggs and pancakes.
She takes a whiff before turning to me once again. “Who made it?”
What does it matter?“Rueben.”
“You’re all trying so hard to show me that you’re the good guys, aren’t you?” she says in a mocking voice.
I stare at her blankly as she continues.
“Let me guess, you’re only criminals because of some dark, sad secret and not because you’re just awful people,” she says, tossing her hands up mockingly.
I laugh, annoyed by how set she is to see what she wishes to see. This isn’t some movie where the bad guy always has some story to tell.
“Not me. I'm just evil for no reason,” I start with a smile. “I’m just a beast who was born one. There’s nothing special about me. I grew up in a middle-class family with a working dad and a tired mom.”
I watch as she draws her head back slightly, wearing a confused expression, clearly not having expected that.
“What?”
I scoff nonchalantly and smirk at the images of my childhood flashing in my head.
I was standing over Gibson's body in the school's cafeteria with no atom of remorse whatsoever. I had knocked him down with a single punch after he decided to mess with me. I was only fifteen, but he was slightly older.
The look on Mrs. Perkins' face when she saw Gibson lying motionless was priceless. She was the biology teacher and happened to be his aunt. Mrs. Perkins had always covered up for her bully of a nephew who was hated by most of my peers.
I hated bullies because they were too weak to take on someone their own size, so they chose to oppress those they were stronger than.
I never liked Gibson; he was too proud for a weakling such as himself. For months I'd waited patiently for him to be unfortunate enough to cross my path, and my wait proved not to be in vain.
He was bullying a girl named Cassandra, or was it Samantha? I never really knew which one was her name. I watched him without saying a word until the drink he splashed on her face spilled on my shirt. The stain was nothing to make a big fuss out of, but it was the window I needed.
I smirked and rose to my feet, glaring at him. Gibson arrogantly approached me and asked why I was looking at him. I gave him the chance to apologize, even though I knew he was too proud to do that.
