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bumps to form along that line.
“I don't know, honestly. I was drunk the first time when he did it. Last night he just had one the guys hold me down before he shoved that needle in my arm.” I can feel Creed vibrate with anger beneath me. There's a new rage burning in him and I know it.
“He won't touch you again. I'll make that motherfucker pay for every little thing he did to you, sweetheart.” I can feel it deep within me. I know that he means what he said.
“I can't stay here. I don't belong here.” I state the obvious. I don't want to go back to Kenny but I have nowhere else to go.
Creed wiggles out from under me before standing up, his magnificent ass for me to admire. I take in the view as he runs his hand through his hair. This man is beautiful, way beyond words.
“Do you think I'm so fuckin’ cold that I would send you back to that?” His words surprise me. I didn't think about that though.
“I didn't say that, Creed.” I sit up shifting against the headboard.
“You pretty much did. Fuck Jada! You aren't leavin’ this clubhouse and you'll be damn fuckin’ lucky if I let you leave this room!” The growl rips from his throat like a crazed animal. My heart skips a beat but I know this isn't just his decision.
“As perfect as that sounds right now I know it isn't up to you, Creed. I don't know why I was even kidnapped and brought here!” My nerves have been worked and thinking about it pisses me off. As glad as I am that they took me from being hurt I was kidnapped and brought here without my knowledge.
“Kidnapped? Are you fuckin’ with me right now? If my boys didn't pick you up you'd probably be dead somewhere!” Rage sizzles in his dark eyes. I can see it on the verge of an explosion. He has changed so much from the Creed I knew.
“How the hell do I know your boys didn't do something to me?” Ok now I'm pissed. I stand up from the bed, completely forgetting about being naked.
Creed’s eyes travel my body making me shiver from his looks alone.
“You think one of my boys would touch you? We aren't them! You got us fucked up sweetheart. He did you a goddamn favor!” Creed grabs a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser and pulls them on quickly before putting his boots on.
“Where are you going?” Creed cuts his eyes at me before he storms from the room. Looking around I grab his T-shirt pulling it over my head and wonder if I should go look for him. I debate it with myself but maybe he needs to cool off. This new Creed is strange to me. The old Creed would never have talked to me like that but then I wasn’t fucking the old Creed.
Deciding I am done sitting here, I head out into the hallway. The clubhouse is pretty quiet except for a few random girls roaming around. Once I get into the main room I look around but don't see Creed anywhere.
“Your man is in the weight room.” An older man speaks behind me. I turn around and notice the president patch.
“He's not my man.” Looking down I don't make eye contact he must notice but that's how it was over there with Shadows.
“We aren't them darlin’. You can relax a little while your here. Weight rooms down the hall on the left.” As fast as he appeared he was gone. Something was oddly familiar about that man, but I can't place it.
I walk down the dark hallway surprised at how nice this place is compared to the Shadows.
I hear noises from the last room. Pushing the door open I find Creed beating the shit out of a punching bag with sweat glistening on his skin.
He glances over but turns back to his bag ignoring me. Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his sweaty waist reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath my hands.
“I'm sorry Creed.” I brush my lips over his muscled back amazed at the feelings it gives me.
Creed drops his head but doesn’t speak.
“I believe you Creed.” His hands come to rest on mine before he drags me around in front of him.
“You just don't understand, Jada. I have put my
“I don't know, honestly. I was drunk the first time when he did it. Last night he just had one the guys hold me down before he shoved that needle in my arm.” I can feel Creed vibrate with anger beneath me. There's a new rage burning in him and I know it.
“He won't touch you again. I'll make that motherfucker pay for every little thing he did to you, sweetheart.” I can feel it deep within me. I know that he means what he said.
“I can't stay here. I don't belong here.” I state the obvious. I don't want to go back to Kenny but I have nowhere else to go.
Creed wiggles out from under me before standing up, his magnificent ass for me to admire. I take in the view as he runs his hand through his hair. This man is beautiful, way beyond words.
“Do you think I'm so fuckin’ cold that I would send you back to that?” His words surprise me. I didn't think about that though.
“I didn't say that, Creed.” I sit up shifting against the headboard.
“You pretty much did. Fuck Jada! You aren't leavin’ this clubhouse and you'll be damn fuckin’ lucky if I let you leave this room!” The growl rips from his throat like a crazed animal. My heart skips a beat but I know this isn't just his decision.
“As perfect as that sounds right now I know it isn't up to you, Creed. I don't know why I was even kidnapped and brought here!” My nerves have been worked and thinking about it pisses me off. As glad as I am that they took me from being hurt I was kidnapped and brought here without my knowledge.
“Kidnapped? Are you fuckin’ with me right now? If my boys didn't pick you up you'd probably be dead somewhere!” Rage sizzles in his dark eyes. I can see it on the verge of an explosion. He has changed so much from the Creed I knew.
“How the hell do I know your boys didn't do something to me?” Ok now I'm pissed. I stand up from the bed, completely forgetting about being naked.
Creed’s eyes travel my body making me shiver from his looks alone.
“You think one of my boys would touch you? We aren't them! You got us fucked up sweetheart. He did you a goddamn favor!” Creed grabs a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser and pulls them on quickly before putting his boots on.
“Where are you going?” Creed cuts his eyes at me before he storms from the room. Looking around I grab his T-shirt pulling it over my head and wonder if I should go look for him. I debate it with myself but maybe he needs to cool off. This new Creed is strange to me. The old Creed would never have talked to me like that but then I wasn’t fucking the old Creed.
Deciding I am done sitting here, I head out into the hallway. The clubhouse is pretty quiet except for a few random girls roaming around. Once I get into the main room I look around but don't see Creed anywhere.
“Your man is in the weight room.” An older man speaks behind me. I turn around and notice the president patch.
“He's not my man.” Looking down I don't make eye contact he must notice but that's how it was over there with Shadows.
“We aren't them darlin’. You can relax a little while your here. Weight rooms down the hall on the left.” As fast as he appeared he was gone. Something was oddly familiar about that man, but I can't place it.
I walk down the dark hallway surprised at how nice this place is compared to the Shadows.
I hear noises from the last room. Pushing the door open I find Creed beating the shit out of a punching bag with sweat glistening on his skin.
He glances over but turns back to his bag ignoring me. Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his sweaty waist reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath my hands.
“I'm sorry Creed.” I brush my lips over his muscled back amazed at the feelings it gives me.
Creed drops his head but doesn’t speak.
“I believe you Creed.” His hands come to rest on mine before he drags me around in front of him.
“You just don't understand, Jada. I have put my
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