I’ll do more than make Angelina happy, I’ll give her the motherfuckin’ world, starting with taking out the fuckers who tried to destroy us both.
Chapter Twelve
Angelina
Waking up in warmth and not having to fear what’s to come that day is one feeling I’ll never get used to. Not after so many years living with it.
For the past three weeks, I’ve barely done anything, not for the lack of trying. No one would let me. Now that I’m feeling somewhat better, I’m determined to do something besides sit around and waste away the day twiddling my thumbs.
During the first week, Peirce spent a lot of time with me. In his room and in the main room with everyone else. He also hung out with Carson, sitting with me outside watching him do ollies and such on his skateboard. Nothing really happened besides me trying to heal.
The second week, Peirce had things to get done for the club. Between working at one of the multiple businesses the club had, he had to do some club business I wasn’t allowed to know about. Whenever he came back in the room, tension seemed to roll off of him in gigantic waves. Doesn’t help that one night he came back from I don’t even know where smelling like a whore house, knuckles redden. I asked him about this and he’d simply told me it was nothing for me to worry about. I started to wonder if he was spending time with the strays getting from them what he used to get from me.
I wouldn’t blame him. He’s hot, and women want him. Me, I’m nothing compared to some of the strays, my breasts are barely a B cup, my ass is barely enough to compliment, worst of all, I’m hideous.
This past week, I haven’t seen Peirce around, it’s almost as if he can’t stand to be in the same room with me when I’m awake. I know this because every night I’ve felt his warmth surrounding me.
With him not around, the strays are constantly giving me the stink eye. One of them even had the nerve to come up to me last night to tell me, my bastard and I needed to leave. That we weren’t wanted here. She then sneered down her nose stating I would never be able to give Pitch Black what he needs to get off.
I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I’d walked away and spent the rest of the evening in Peirce’s room with Carson watching movies. I must have drifted off to sleep at some point during the movie since that’s the last thing I remember.
Now here I am surrounded once again in Peirce’s heat. Only this time, I’m awake before him and can enjoy the little bit of time I have without him vanishing.
Keeping my eyes closed, I think about the days we used to have together especially the nights where he took me into his arms and showed me, he wanted me. I never had a doubt in my mind back then. I could’ve had a bag over my head and know he wouldn’t look twice at one of the other girls in school.
On the weekends, most of the time I was in his t-shirt and nothing else as we spent the whole time unable to keep our hands off each other unless we were at dinner with his family or out with friends.
However, now I’m no longer that girl and he’s no longer that boy. We’re completely different and I don’t measure up to those other women. I’m definitely not beautiful like the other ol’ ladies who belong to the club.
At the mere thought of beauty my mind wonders to what’s written on my back. Does he know what that word means? Why it was put there?
“You’re thinking too loudly,” Peirce says causing me to jump, his arms tighten around me and I realize with the way his cock is pressing against my ass he’s naked. “What’s on your mind?”
I don’t say anything to acknowledge his question. It’s not like he really wants to know. Staying silent will be the best way to go about not dealing with him.
Unfortunately, Peirce doesn’t seem to want to allow me to give him the silent treatment. Swiftly he moves, rolling me to my back with him hovering over me, one arm caging me in as he braces himself up on the other. “What’s with the silent treatment, babe?”
Great now he wants to talk?
Diverting my eyes away from him I keep my mouth shut.
“Angelina, look at me,” he commands, leaving no room for argument.
Taking a deep breath, I meet his gaze.
“What’s with the attitude this morning and the silent treatment? I haven’t done anything to deserve the ‘tude from you,” Peirce growls, narrowing his eyes on mine. “Did you start your period or something?”
“No, it hasn’t for your information, that was last week,” I mutter.
“Right, then what’s crawled up your ass this morning?”
“Nothing’s crawled up my ass this morning,” I snap.
“Yeah, okay, we’ll see if I can’t find out the truth,” he grumbles, lifting his one hand to brush it along my hip bone.
My breath catches at the tingling sensation, just the tips of his fingers, to the point I can feel it at the apex of my thighs, even my nipples harden, pressing against the t-shirt I’d worn to bed.
“You want to tell me yet or do I need to get creative?” The grin on his face has my stubbornness coming out.
“Have it your way,” he growls, trailing his fingers up my shirt, brushing my skin, taking the fabric along for the ride.
I have to bite my lip as he exposes my breasts. I’d been naked around him a couple of times, but it was only when I’d needed a shower and he wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt myself. Him looking upon them now is a completely
