face, including her ear, ripped off.”
“Her?” I asked, appalled by what he shared.
“Yeah. Female mutts are fiercer than males... especially when they just gave birth.”
“She... She just gave birth?”
“Yeah. And she lost. Bummer, huh?”
“That’s... That’s so disgusting!”
“Yeah, it is. I turns my stomach upside down to this very day. No one likes losing two grand, right?”
“No! Not your money. I mean the dogs being forced to fight like that.”
“Oh,” he replied, belatedly realizing what I was referring to. The he clicked his tongue. “Nah... not really. A lot of people have it worse than them fightin’ dogs.”
I was too sickened by his story that I didn’t even notice his hands circling over my legs, checking out the cuts I incurred as he tried to determine whether any of them were deep enough to cause some concern.
I flinched when his palm slid to my inner thigh.
“Relax, kid,” he told me as he shifted his body, grimacing once more as a surge of pain shot up from his injured rib. “I’m just tryin’ to see how badly ‘ya were chafed, alright? It’s not like I’m gonna finger fuck the hell outta ‘ya.”
My eyes widened in shock. I tried my best not to visualize what he said. He noticed my sudden agitation... and he just laughed at me.
“Not unless ‘ya want me to,” he added, still cackling.
I just kept silent. I wouldn’t even dare dignify that remark with a reply.
“Ain’t ‘yer thing, huh?” he asked. His sneer told me that he was just playing a joke on me... but I wouldn’t know what’s really in his mind. Their lot was capable of the vilest acts, sexual assault being the least of them.
“Nope,” he uttered as he stood up. “None of them scratches are gonna kill ‘ya.”
He grabbed my pants from the floor and threw the pair on my lap. I put them on as quickly as I could.
Then he lied down on the bed, next to me. He rested his forearms over his eyes, as if he was preparing to sleep.
“W-What are you doing there?” I was compelled to ask him.
“Gotta get some Zs,” he answered. “We have to move early tomorrow... very early... so might as well recharge early, too. It’s gonna be a long day.”
“Yeah, but...” I tried to argue.
“But what?”
“Aren’t you... I dunno... supposed to sleep somewhere else?”
“Somewhere else?” he repeated, surprised. He opened his eyes and looked around the small motel room. “Like where? There’s no other bed and I don’t see no couch.”
“Uhm... well...” I wanted to suggest that he could bunk on the floor, but I hesitated. That might be demanding too much from him. I didn’t realize that my gaze gravitated to the deck beside the bed.
He noticed.
“Shit! ‘Ya want me to sleep there?!” he yelled. “No way, kid! You know, giving ‘ya my room and my bed back at the clubhouse is one thing. I mean, the lobby has several couches where I could get some shut-eye. But here? There’s only the floor, and the hard surface will just make my spine ache even worse than it already does.”
I sighed in resignation. I grabbed a pillow and placed it on the ground. I have decided to sleep on the floor myself.
Then, he held my hand.
His grip was strong, but it wasn’t forceful. His touch was cold, but it was rather reassuring. I turned to look at him... his eyes were filled with remorse and... and... and what seemed like longing...
“The bed’s big enough for both of us,” he gently said. “Just close ‘yer eyes and get some rest. Ye’ll still be wearin’ ‘yer clothes when ‘ya wake up. I guarantee that.”
He was a stranger... someone who I haven’t even met until two weeks ago, the night when they went to our home to kill my father.
But somehow...
Somehow... when he
“Her?” I asked, appalled by what he shared.
“Yeah. Female mutts are fiercer than males... especially when they just gave birth.”
“She... She just gave birth?”
“Yeah. And she lost. Bummer, huh?”
“That’s... That’s so disgusting!”
“Yeah, it is. I turns my stomach upside down to this very day. No one likes losing two grand, right?”
“No! Not your money. I mean the dogs being forced to fight like that.”
“Oh,” he replied, belatedly realizing what I was referring to. The he clicked his tongue. “Nah... not really. A lot of people have it worse than them fightin’ dogs.”
I was too sickened by his story that I didn’t even notice his hands circling over my legs, checking out the cuts I incurred as he tried to determine whether any of them were deep enough to cause some concern.
I flinched when his palm slid to my inner thigh.
“Relax, kid,” he told me as he shifted his body, grimacing once more as a surge of pain shot up from his injured rib. “I’m just tryin’ to see how badly ‘ya were chafed, alright? It’s not like I’m gonna finger fuck the hell outta ‘ya.”
My eyes widened in shock. I tried my best not to visualize what he said. He noticed my sudden agitation... and he just laughed at me.
“Not unless ‘ya want me to,” he added, still cackling.
I just kept silent. I wouldn’t even dare dignify that remark with a reply.
“Ain’t ‘yer thing, huh?” he asked. His sneer told me that he was just playing a joke on me... but I wouldn’t know what’s really in his mind. Their lot was capable of the vilest acts, sexual assault being the least of them.
“Nope,” he uttered as he stood up. “None of them scratches are gonna kill ‘ya.”
He grabbed my pants from the floor and threw the pair on my lap. I put them on as quickly as I could.
Then he lied down on the bed, next to me. He rested his forearms over his eyes, as if he was preparing to sleep.
“W-What are you doing there?” I was compelled to ask him.
“Gotta get some Zs,” he answered. “We have to move early tomorrow... very early... so might as well recharge early, too. It’s gonna be a long day.”
“Yeah, but...” I tried to argue.
“But what?”
“Aren’t you... I dunno... supposed to sleep somewhere else?”
“Somewhere else?” he repeated, surprised. He opened his eyes and looked around the small motel room. “Like where? There’s no other bed and I don’t see no couch.”
“Uhm... well...” I wanted to suggest that he could bunk on the floor, but I hesitated. That might be demanding too much from him. I didn’t realize that my gaze gravitated to the deck beside the bed.
He noticed.
“Shit! ‘Ya want me to sleep there?!” he yelled. “No way, kid! You know, giving ‘ya my room and my bed back at the clubhouse is one thing. I mean, the lobby has several couches where I could get some shut-eye. But here? There’s only the floor, and the hard surface will just make my spine ache even worse than it already does.”
I sighed in resignation. I grabbed a pillow and placed it on the ground. I have decided to sleep on the floor myself.
Then, he held my hand.
His grip was strong, but it wasn’t forceful. His touch was cold, but it was rather reassuring. I turned to look at him... his eyes were filled with remorse and... and... and what seemed like longing...
“The bed’s big enough for both of us,” he gently said. “Just close ‘yer eyes and get some rest. Ye’ll still be wearin’ ‘yer clothes when ‘ya wake up. I guarantee that.”
He was a stranger... someone who I haven’t even met until two weeks ago, the night when they went to our home to kill my father.
But somehow...
Somehow... when he
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