by LeAnn Ashers
“Tiffany, what is it?”
“I saw Mom.” She’s struggling to speak through her sobs.
I suck in a sharp breath. The woman was there for Tiffany; she is fucking with her. Lane looks at me.
“A woman was asking about Tiffany at the concession stand, and the same woman was just waving at her.”
Lane’s face turns murderous and his jaw clenches, but he turns away from Tiffany so she can’t see his anger. I open the truck door and set her softball bag inside.
“Don’t let her take me,” she begs, and my heart shatters into a million little pieces. Tears well up in my eyes; I am hurting because she is hurting. It isn’t fair that she should deal with this. This woman is fucking with her and the next time I see her, her ass is grass.
“Baby, she will never take you from me. Ever. You are mine; she has nothing to do with you anymore,” Lane says, and I touch her back, letting her know I am here too.
She nods and loosens her grip on Lane. She had a death grip, like she was afraid she was going to be torn away.
I hate this woman. I hate her so fucking much. What kind of person does this? Lane lifts Tiffany into the truck, and she sits in her booster seat. Her face is red from crying, making my heart hurt ten times worse.
Lane shuts the door, turning his back to Tiffany, and I touch his chest.
“Lane, don’t blow up now. Wait until she is asleep.”
He lets out a deep, ragged breath. I will never forget the sound of her begging Lane not to allow her to be taken away.
Lane opens the passenger door and helps me inside. “Tiffany, this weekend me and you are having a girls’ day. How’s that sound?”
She sniffs and uses the back of her hand to wipe away her tears. “That sounds like fun, Amelia.”
Lane nods. At this point I would do anything to cheer her up.
“Daddy, can we just go home and have a movie night with Amelia?”
Lane glances at me and I look at my car. “I will follow you guys to your house.”
Lane waits until I start my car before he drives out of the lot. I shoot him a text letting him know I am stopping for gas.
After I pull up next to a gas pump, I hurry inside to pay. The urge to get to Tiffany is strong.
I open the door to the store and stop dead in my tracks. Tiffany’s mother is standing directly in front of me.
Oh, it’s on.
Her eyes widen as she takes in my expression. I throw my keys to the ground. I take the hair tie off my wrist and throw my hair up in a bun at the top of my head.
“Look…” That’s all she gets out before my fist lands on her mouth. She jumps back and I grab her hair, tilting her head to the side. I bring my fist back again and hit her hard, again and again. She tries to swing on me.
I laugh at her pitiful jab and punch her, as hard as I can, on the nose. She stumbles and her butt hits the ground, but that doesn’t stop me from continuing to pound her face.
She pulls my hair trying to get me off of her, but I slam her head hard on the ground and wrap my hand around her throat. “You will never go around Tiffany again, you hear me?” I bend down over her face, putting pressure against her throat. Her face is beaten almost beyond recognition. “You do and you’re dead.”
She nods and smacks me. I laugh and punch her again. I hear police sirens. She tries to buck me off of her and I punch her again, this time on the cheekbone.
I hear someone running toward me, and I am pulled off of her. She sits up, and I see a huge part of her hair is missing. I realize a wad of hair is in my hand.
Oops.
Her face is battered and bleeding, and her nose is completely turned to the side. She opens her mouth to say something to another cop, and I see she is missing a few teeth.
She deserved every bit of this.
A few minutes later, I am put in handcuffs and stuffed into the back of a police car. Luckily, I got the police to lock my car for me.
She is shoved into another police car, also in handcuffs. The paramedic cleaned her up and said she didn’t need a hospital; she is just fucked up bad. It’s a total bummer she doesn’t need a hospital.
The police officer gets in and I am off to the station. Well, I hope Lane uses some favors so I can get out quickly, but it was worth it. She deserved a lot more than what she got—that’s for sure.
Lane
Where the fuck is Amelia? It’s been an hour, and she should have been here a long time ago. Adeline and Dad pull up outside. Adeline is going to watch Tiffany so I can look for Amelia.
My phone starts ringing, and Dad walks into the house. I look at the caller ID and see it’s the police station.
“Lane,” I answer.
“Lane,” Amelia says and I let out a deep breath of relief, knowing she is okay. “Amelia, why are you at the police station?”
Dad’s head jerks up at my question. “I may have beat up Tiffany’s mom.”
I burst out laughing. “I will be there in a few minutes, Doll.”
“What is it?” Dad asks when I hang up the phone.
“Amelia was arrested for beating up Marie.”
Smiley laughs.
“Will you watch Tiffany for a few?” I ask Adeline.
“Of course!” She grins.
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The chief of police meets us as we walk into the police station. “What you doing here?”
“You just arrested my woman, Amelia.”
His eyes widen and he gulps. “No charges will be filed. She is free to go.”
I smack him hard on the shoulder. “Good man.”
His whole body is shaking with fear. This man is a fucking pussy and has been in our pockets for years. Hell, the whole fucking station is in our pockets.
“I will take you to her.”
We follow him back to the jail cells, and we pass by the cell that holds Marie. Fuck me, Amelia really beat the shit out of her. Her face is purple and half of her hair is missing.
I am fucking tired of Marie’s shit. I step close to the cell and point my finger at her. “You fuck with my kid, I will let Amelia kill you.” She shrinks back in her cot, turning her head away from me.
I believe she has got the picture.
We follow the chief down the hallway, and at the very end is Amelia. Her head moves up and she waves when she sees us. “How’s the weather over there in the land of freedom?”
I fucking love this little shit.
Smiley snorts and the chief opens the cell door. She stands up and I look her up and down. She doesn’t have scratch on her.
“Damn, girl, remind me not to cross you,” Dad teases her.
“I couldn’t control myself, seeing Tiffany hurt like that and then she was in front of me. She was asking for it.”
“Doll, I understand completely.”
“I am hungry, let’s go home.”
We go back the way we came, and when I see Marie sitting in her cell, I bring up both hands and give her the one-finger salute. “Bye bitch, remember what I promised.”
14
Amelia
Later That Night.
“Please,” I beg Lane.
He just chuckles and continues his quest of kissing, sucking, and nipping my body. “Doll, let me love you.”
I growl angrily, my fingers dig into his hair, and I pull. “You can love me with your dick inside of me.”
He grins that shit-eating grin of his, reaches into the nightstand, and pulls out a condom, and he rolls it down his dick.
“You want it? Come and get it.”
Oh yes I will. I take him by surprise by pushing him on his back, my leg going over his waist. I brace myself over him before slowly sliding down.
“Someone isn’t patient.” He groans, gripping my thighs.
“I can’t control myself around you.”
I slowly move up and down, squeezing my inner muscles as hard as I can. In deep satisfaction, I watch Lane throw his head back, hissing. His head flies up, and he gives
me a dark look. “You’re fucking with me again.”
I grin evilly and do it again.
His hand shoots out and, before I can even blink, I am lying against him. My stomach is against his, and his arms are wrapped around my body, not letting me move. He shifts under me.
“What are you…” That’s all I can get out before he slams into me. He does this relentlessly, and my toes curl. I bite his arm to control my scream. I clench around him again, my release already coming fast.
“Oh fuck!” I moan and I hold my breath, my whole body stiffening. He lets go of me with one hand, snaking it between our bodies. His fingers touch my clit before pinching it.
“Oh!” My body twitches, and my bottom half rises, trying to dislodge him from me; the pleasure is becoming too much.
“Fuck!” He groans loudly as he comes along with me. He stops moving, and my body is a complete noodle. I am not sure I will be the same after that.
Lane and I both love to fuck, hard.
Lane flips us over so I am on my back, and he slides out of me and climbs off the bed. He tosses the condom in the trash can and walks into the bathroom. I know what he is doing.
I will never get over how tender and caring Lane is. When you look at Lane, you see a man who is badass, a man who can kill you if he even looks at you funny, but I get a different side of him.
I get my Lane. My Lane is a man who holds me all night, protects me, makes sure I am okay and, most of all, loves me. He loves me and that means the most. He shows me love in the smallest things. He makes me breakfast, he brings me coffee, he washes my hair for me, brushes it, kisses me softly, and touches me tenderly. The small things he does mean the most.
I love Tiffany too; I think I fell in love with her the moment she hugged me when we first met. How could I not love her? She is a part of Lane and I love all of him; plus Tiffany is the sweetest little girl in the world.
I feel a hot washcloth between my legs as he cleans me. This alone shows how much he cares about me.
I am so lucky.
My nose burns with tears, and I bring my forearm over my eyes.
“Doll?”
He pries my arm from my eyes. “What’s the matter?”
A tear rolls down my face, and he catches it with his thumb. He cups my jaw.
“You are so good to me.” We had this conversation before.
“Doll.” He sighs and lies down beside me, his face at the crook of my neck, his arm around me, and his hand on the pillow by my head.
“I can’t help but get emotional sometimes, I am so happy.” My breath hitches. He kisses my neck then my jaw bone before his face comes above mine.
“How could I not worship the ground my doll walks on?”
Oh my god.
“Lane...” I whisper in disbelief, and he smiles softly and kisses my lips.
He pulls back, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Doll, I love you. I would die for you, kill for you. I would tear someone apart for disrespecting you. I sure as fuck will not treat you in that way, that isn’t what a queen deserves. You deserve the fucking world.”
“I love you so much, Lane.” I pester his face with kisses, and I ache with how much I love this man. I would die for him, and I would do anything to make sure he is in my life.
“Plus you’d beat my ass if I didn’t.” He winks.
I shake my busted knuckles at him. “You best believe it.”
He laughs and rolls onto his back, pulling me with him. “Sleep, Baby.”
Jeffrey
Amelia’s Cousin
I burn with anger at the sight of Amelia walking through a mansion this fucker owns. The fucker who destroyed my fucking life.
I will make her suffer for what she has done and what this fucker has done. No loan shark will let me have any money, and they are after me for what I owe. I had that shit set up so they would go for Amelia, but that fucker settled that.
Pain is coming her way. I don’t know how but it’s coming. I have some money put back, and it’s time to put that to good use.
Let the games begin.
Amelia
The Next Day
“I am locking up now, want me to pick up some dinner?” I ask Lane on the phone as I lock the door to my clinic. I just spent the day interviewing other vets.
“Tiffany is wanting some Mexican.”
“Alright.”
I turn around and walk across the parking lot to my car. I see something written on the windshield. Goose bumps break out across my arms. I hear Lane talking to me, but I am completely distracted.
“I am coming for you.”
“AMELIA!” Lane yells.
“Someone has written something on my car.” My voice is shaky.
“What does it say?”
“I am coming for you.”
“I am on my way, go back inside your clinic and lock the door behind you.”
I run across the parking lot and unlock the door. I don’t like being threatened, let alone not knowing who it is. I lock the door behind me and sink to the floor. All I really want right now is Lane. It feels like I am completely surrounded by eyes.
Lane stays on the phone with me, and I can hear his bike roaring. It’s a comforting sound.
Thirty minutes later I see him pull up beside my car, looking at my windshield. I wonder who it could be. I honestly don’t think it’s Lane’s ex, Marie.
Lane knocks on the door, and I scramble to my feet to unlock it. Lane swoops me up, and I sink into him taking in his strength.
“Someone is dead.” He is pissed. No he is beyond that. I know that tone, and it is letting me know he isn’t fucking around.
“You’re packing your shit, you are moving in with me.” His voice leaves no room for argument, but I can’t bring myself to say anything about it.
I don’t want to stay alone.
“I am going to see if the cameras at the other businesses have caught anything.” He takes out his phone and calls his tech guy.
Lane holds my face to his chest. I hear another bike and see Wilder pulling up next to Lane’s bike. He looks at my car and thunders into the room, anger radiating off of him. “Someone’s dead.”
“Come on, Doll, let’s go. I am not even going to suggest your not working because I know you, and you’re stubborn. I will have a brother on you all day.” He looks at Wilder. “Spread the word.”
Wilder nods. “I will take tomorrow.”
I smile at him; how sweet is he? Can you blame me for being scared? I was kidnapped because of my cousin, who has dropped off the face of the earth.
Lane leads me out of the office, and Wilder locks the door behind us. Lane hands me my leather jacket and a helmet. I slip them both on and take my keys from Wilder. Lane starts the bike and I climb on behind him.
Jeffery
I laugh as she runs into her clinic like her ass is on fire. Not so tough now is she? It is going to be so much fucking fun fucking with her.
Seeing the pure panic on her face was amazing; why didn’t I do it sooner? I am going to torture her, making her life a living hell.
It’s what she deserves, selfish bitch.
Amelia
“Shhh,” I whisper to Tiffany. We are hiding behind the counter with super soakers, waiting for Lane to walk around the corner.
She giggles and grips her gun tighter.
“Amelia?” he calls, and it takes everything I can do to smother my laughter. We have been hiding for a good thirty minutes. Tiffany would run one way, and I would go another.
“Tiffany?”
I bite my lip, and Tiffany hides her face against her arm. I hear him walk into the room. “Now,” I whisper.
We jump out, spraying him. He closes his eyes—standing there, just taking it. I stop spraying him and Tiffany follows me. Lane opens his eyes, a huge grin coming over his face.
Uh oh.
“Run,” he says.
Tiffany and I take off running into the living room, and I hear his thundering footsteps
behind us. Tiffany is laughing so hard she can barely run.
An arm wraps around my waist, lifting me off the ground, and his other arm grabs Tiffany around the waist. Lane is holding both of us off the ground. “Got you.” He chuckles and carries us away.
Tiffany is still holding her water gun, and she points it toward his face, spraying him. I laugh and spray the front of his jeans.
He carries us outside and the pool comes into the view. Luckily for us, the pool is heated, but not so luckily for Lane, we put ice in our water guns for the full effect.
“No, Lane!” I scream before I am airborne and land in the pool with a splash.
I stand up laughing, pushing my hair out of my face. Lane is dangling Tiffany over the water, throwing her toward the water but not letting her go. She laughs and holds her nose.
He gives one final throw and lets her go. She hits the middle of the water, and I move closer in case she needs help. She breaks the surface laughing.
Tiffany turns to me with an evil grin. She splashes me in the face and I retaliate. She ducks underwater and swims away and I chase her, causing her to squeal with laughter.
“Come on, ladies.” Lane is holding a couple of towels.
Tiffany swims over to him and lifts her arms, and he pulls her out of the water. He wraps her in a large towel and puts another over her face. She plops down in a chair.
I swim over to the steps and climb out of the pool. The cooler air immediately causes me to shiver. Lane wraps me in towels and kisses me. “You look like a drowned rat,” he teases and I gasp in shock before laughing.
“Yeah, at least I don’t have blue balls.” I arch an eyebrow waiting for him to get it.
“Now, Doll…”
“None for you tonight.”
“Come on, Tiffany, let’s go get in a hot shower before we start our movie.”
