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Chapter Three
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Auggie
I look down at my Ariel. The effects of the sedative I gave her haven't taken full control yet. I can still see the fear in her eyes and it guts me. I was just going to watch her - for the rest of her life - and not take what I don't deserve. But over the last few days, I can see that she will never be safe unless I am with her.
I'm not good enough for a woman like Ariel but that doesn't mean I can't protect her from other people who are worse than me. I never imagined I would find someone like her in my life. I grew up on the streets where having someone like Ariel with you was a weakness. But men like me don't stay in places of weakness for long. I met Wes Marshal, the singer, on the streets back when he was nothing more than a punk looking for an easy dinner.
He chose fame to pull himself out of the hell we grew up in and I chose the military. Somehow we kept in touch. By the time I joined I already knew I was good at taking lives. Hell, sometimes I even liked it. Some people just need killing and if you're good at it why not put it to use for a good cause. The military saw the potential in me immediately and put me in Special Forces. I was never a team player though so I did a lot of solo missions for the government. Then I got captured.
Most people would take this as a sign that they should retire or do something less dangerous. I saw it as a means to an end. I ran through the compound they took me to until there was nothing but blood on the walls and death all around me. That death clung to me until even Uncle Sam wanted nothing to do with me. Apparently, if you massacre a whole compound of bad guys the military starts rethinking your usefulness to them. Or maybe it was the fact I didn't have to take out quite so many bad guys but did anyway. Either way, they told me I should think about retiring before they retired me themselves - for good.
I found out the second thing I was really good at after that. Information. Turns out I can find anything or anyone you want to know about if given enough incentive. It wasn't as addictive as killing but it padded the bank account. Nicely. Let's just say I won't have to worry about going back to the streets any time soon.
Then one night I'm sitting around downloading the security codes to a certain African country when my good friend calls me and tells me he has a job for me. Fuck if I knew at the time that it would change my fucking life. As soon as I saw Ariel I knew why I had to acquire all the skills I did. It was to keep her safe and innocent in a world that was too ugly and cruel for someone like her.
My hand looks so big around her pretty little neck. I trail my hand down her chest, not in a sleazy way but in a 'I can't believe you're real' kind of way. She's too beautiful with hair like the sunset and big, round forest-colored eyes. Her skin is so pale and perfect that it makes me want to growl at anyone or anything trying to harm her.
"Please don't hurt me." It's barely a whisper but it has my dick so hard I could break through my jeans.
I lean forward and sniff her hair, "Baby girl, I will never hurt you except when I take your precious cherry and even then I will do everything in my power to make it hurt less."
Her lips tremble at my words. I can feel her heart thumping under my palm. She's so fucking young and vulnerable. She's everything I am not, soft where I am hard, open and kind where I am closed off and secretive, and hopeful where I have none. Or I didn't have any until her.
"I know about the things that make you worry and that you fear and I promise I will make sure every one of those things are annulated. Just like I stopped your German Lit teacher from touching you."
She gasps.
"Did you think I would let someone harm the person that holds my heart in their hands? That I would let him scare you and not make him pay?"
"What did you do?"
"Nothing." She looks at me like she doesn't believe me. "I told him if I found out he was trying to fuck another student again I would hunt him down and make him eat his own dick before I ended him."
Her eyes round and her mouth trembles open.
"He deserved more, baby girl. He’s not a good man but I knew you wouldn't approve if I killed him right away. See you're good for me."
She stares back at me in disbelief. I guess normal people don't threaten to kill others in everyday conversation. It's been a long fucking time since I was around...people. I need to do better so she'll want to keep me around. I allow my hand to move down to her soft stomach and get lost in the thought of her swelled big and round with my child.
Where the fuck did that come from? I am not a man who should be around a child - at all. I was just talking about killing someone for fuck's sake. I should make sure she is safe from afar and run as fast and far as I can from her. But I know something she might not know.
I'm not the only one stalking my little girl. Someone else has his eye on her and he isn't a good man. Not that I am but if she didn't want me I would walk away from her. I'll let her go if that is what she truly wants when I can be sure she's safe but I'll never leave her. If she told me she never wanted to see me again she wouldn't but I would watch her every day of my life and keep her safe always. That's what I should have done but I got too close. I made the mistake of watching as desire lit her eyes when she looked at me and I was lost. She might not feel about me the way I feel about her but she certainly wants me.
I turn away from my thoughts and realize her eyes are closed and her breathing is deep and even. I sit and pull her legs into my lap so I can torture myself with the feel of her bare legs rubbing my clothed dick. We have a long drive ahead of us and I have a lot to get done to make her safe.
