You're Mine

Chapter 7

Hey bichachosI know this is late but I was sick. Sorta. Any who I would be quicker to update if we got some more comments. COMMENTS YAY! And reads and votes and other shit like that but mostly comments. I really want to know what y'all are thinking and stuff like dat! Come on guys let me know! You can just comment like a letter or something, Or like a clever fruit pun. Those are always cool, seriously, no matter what people say fruit puns are super sexy. *Clears throat* I love you from my head tomatoes. SEE!!! ITS SEXY AF. And yes tomatoes are a fruit. Surprise! So are avocados but I don't have an avocado pun so whatever. But anyways seriously leave some comments idc what they are really as long as they're not like excessively mean or whatever because under this hard rugged exterior I really am just a big softie. But feel free to point out typos and grammar mistakes. Or better yet find an avocado pun. So without further ado, here is the next chapter....

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"Dick" I murmur quietly. 

I was staring at my bare feet as I was 'escorted' down the hall. Frankly, that was putting it nicely. I was surrounded by douches. Six to be exact. I felt like the damn president. Except for the fact that I was dangling a foot off the ground by my elbows. 

"I can walk you know" 

The douche to my left just gripped my elbow tighter and remained silent. 

"Well okay then" 

I angle my neck to try and see over the guy in front of me. We were heading down a hallway. Now, considering the tattoos and scars covering these giant douches I expected the place to be more 'dungeon and dragons'  and less ‘Hillary Clinton's vacation home'. Seriously, I mean who is this guy? I mean I'm not poor or anything, actually I get paid a lot. Well, got paid. I actually got out of that, Err, business...or at least I tried but looking at my current predicament I clearly didn't do a very good job. 

"So.....Who exactly are you people?"

No one answers. 

"Hellooooo I asked you guys a question.”

Bafoon number one on my left looks over to bafoon number two on my right and they stare at each other for a while. I look between the two curiously. Why won't they just tell me? it's not like I can leave and tell the world.

"Come on who am I going to tell? I won't even mention it to your dick of a boss, kay? It will be our little secret." I say giving Bafoon number one and two a toothy grin. Neither of them respond...again. 

"Shut up" an annoyed voice grunts from behind me. I tilt my head back as far as I can in order to catch a glimpse of whoever it was that just spoke. 

"Hiya Ginger! Were you there the entire time?" 

A few of the guys chuckled at the little nickname I had dubbed him. One of the guys next to G elbowed him in the ribs and another ruffled his hair mockingly. 

"Shut. Up." He  grumbled again.

My neck was starting to hurt so I straightened up and continued to stare at the back of the guy in front of me. Everyone suddenly stopped, causing my legs to swing wildly. Ok this is ridiculous and my arms are starting to hurt. I look over the six foot something dude in front of me to see that we were waiting on an elevator. Mr. Dickface has an elevator!? Ya, okay it's official the asshole is loaded.