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Jaxson came over to me, pulling me up from the chair and wrapping his arms around me. I cried even harder as I held on to the wings of his back while he rubbed mine.
"Calm down, shorty. Everything is going to be good. We're going to take care of this, and you'll be free to go wherever you want without having to worry about if someone is trying to harm you. I promise." I nodded against his chest as he kissed my forehead.
The elevator's bell broke us apart as Ruger walked inside, staring at us. His eyes left his brother's and came to me. I wiped my tears quickly, not wanting his mean ass to see me vulnerable.
Ruger walked over to us and took my hand. He nodded to Jaxson, and he smiled, going back into the kitchen. Ruger took me upstairs, and once we made it to the bedroom, he wrapped his arms around me. For a few minutes, we said nothing. It was nothing like the feeling of strong arms wrapped around you. In his arms, I felt safe, secure, and protected. I didn't want to like this, but I did. The man was rude, cocky, and too confident, but I guess seeing me cry did something to him. I admit, I liked it... a lot.
"When I pulled that sackcloth from your head, the first thought that came to mind was the picture of Mona Lisa. Even through your terrified eyes, I saw beauty. Someone poised, graceful, and demure. A beauty that was so potent that I could stare at you for hours and never get tired of looking at you. When you were asleep on the couch, I watched you for an hour. I know I may sound like a creep, but I was mesmerized until you opened your mouth, and I was reminded of why I stay clear of your kind." He chuckled and released me but still stood staring down at me.
I smirked. "You have been rude to me since I got on your bike, so I had no choice but to put on my armor."
"You call it rude. I call it protecting you. I know shit seems crazy right now, but I promise this will be over soon. You putting snot on my brother's shirt allowed me to see beyond your tough exterior... and now I just want to protect your heart."
"Why? You don't even like me."
"I don't like your smart mouth. Show me the real you, and you'll see a different side of me."
I nodded as I backed away from Ruger, trailing my eyes from his biker boots, black jeans, black tee-shirt, and MCR vest with his colors on them. Two gold chains rested on his broad chest, and he still smelled like heaven on earth. When my eyes met his, he smirked, looking just like that fine-ass brother of his.
"I'm still not going to fuck you, Mona."
"Oh, that's fine. Ya brother's looking just like that brunch he's making. If he wasn't married, I would bust it wide open for him," I teased, biting my bottom lip and smiling.
His eyes grew dark as he leaned into me. "Say that shit again."
"I saiiiid, if your bro?—"
Ruger's palm around my neck stopped me from talking, and he squeezed with just enough pressure to cause a moan to escape my lips.
"Careful, Mona. You keep tapping the beast on his shoulder, and you're going to eventually get his attention. I'm trying to respect your brother and not toss your ass up, but keep talking foul, and you gon' fuck around and find out. I'll apologize to bro later about how I turned his sister out."
"Mmm... You really think you got it like that, huh? I'll bet you can't fuck or eat the box. You're all talk," I challenged him. I don't know why I was playing with fire. This man looked like he'd have me begging for his love, grace, and tender mercies.
That famous smirk drew up on Ruger's face as he released me. "Bring ya crazy ass on and eat. I promise these are not the problems you want, mama."
He turned and headed back down the stairs as I sat there, trying to stop my heart and pussy from racing.
After Kenzi ate,she excused herself to go back upstairs to attend her second class. I couldn't lie. When I first walked in and saw her and Jax hugged up, my first thought was to beat his ass. That was, until her head lifted, and I saw her tears. Those were the same tears I saw when I first rescued her. I quickly found out that I hated to see her cry. It tainted her picturesque features, and I wanted to do anything to turn off the waterworks. In a matter of two days, Kenzi's ass was making me feel shit that I never wanted to feel again. The danger of penetrating my heart was non-negotiable. The last woman I loved with my whole heart, I almost killed. That woman? My own mother.
Shayna Santana would beat my ass for no reason at all. She hated me for reasons unknown to me, but I just kept on lovingher. She was my mother, the woman who gave birth to me, the one who was supposed to nurture and protect me. Yet, she never protected me. She loved Jax, though. He was her pride and joy and could do no wrong in her eyes. While I strived to be an overachiever and make her proud of me, she strived to make my life a living hell. By the time I turned seventeen, I was over it. My intense love for her and to be accepted by her diminished and filled my heart with hate.
One night, she had come home from partying and was drunk. My pops wasn't home yet from doing an event out of town, so only Jax and I were home. She came in late, so I made sure I stayed awake to have the door open and waiting for her. Honor always told us to wait up so we could watch her come inside for protection. That night was the night I almost took her life.
"Why the fuck are you still up? I don't need you watching me come inside," she spat, stumbling into the house.
"Honor told me to do it since I'm the oldest."
"Jax is more than capable of doing the job. Where's my baby at, anyway?"
That pierced me, but I said nothing. "Asleep."
"Well, you can get the fuck out my face now. Bye!"
"You're drunk, Ma. Let me help you to your room," I offered, wrapping my arm around her waist to hold her up.
"Get the fuck off of me! What kind of shit are you on? You tryna fuck your own mama, nigga!" she seethed.
Those words, that accusation, her mistreatment of me after all these years, made something snap inside of me. I grabbed her by her throat and squeezed with all the strength in my body. All I remembered thinking was how easy it would be to crush her windpipe. To watch her fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes and never hear her fucking voice again.
