Passion.

Chapter Fifteen

The next day:
I wake up with two beautiful men sleeping. To the left of my bare body, David. To the right, Roan. Last night was good, better than I had planned. Watching my men fawn over me was thrilling, and I can't wait to do it again someday. I try to slip out of bed quietly but I feel a hand grip my behind and pull me towards them. David. He nuzzles his head into my neck and I giggle when he starts to tickle me. I hear Roan groan and wake up, taking me into his arms as well. "Two men at once, exactly how I like it." I joke, quite literally. "You showed us that last night." Roan whispers. They both start tickling me, in my most sensitive areas and I laugh uncontrollably. "Stop!" I giggle, bursting out of happiness. I grab onto David's arms for stability and Roan holds my thighs. I kick gently and remove myself from his grip. Finally, I make it out of the tickle attack and go into the bathroom to get ready. I have to get ready to meet Demetria. Thankfully, on my way back home yesterday I texted her to cancel our plans. She was okay with that decision and now I'm eager to talk to her, to find out more about her. After yesterday night, and the way I woke up this morning, I'm extremely refreshed and ready for anything to come my way. I get dressed into a white shirt and blue jeans, and tighten my hair into a messy bun. I put on a necklace Roan and David gifted me last night, and gather my things, stepping outside. It's still so funny to me that while I don't have a license, I've managed to drive well in the most crucial times. On the drive there, I wonder about so many things. But mainly about my mother. How she's doing, and if she's replaced me with Demetria, or just with her valuables, like she always has. It surprises me, how cold and bitter she could be. I thought there was hope for us, for our mother-daughter relationship. But when someone makes the same mistake, and never holds themself accountable for there wrong doings and how they've made others feel, it's no longer a mistake; it's a choice. She's chosen to push me out of her life, time and time again. I miss my dad. I miss him so much, more than I could put into words. He was my best friend, and now that he's gone, I'm lost. Roan and David could never fill that hole in my heart that is emptied with loss of love. However, they've helped make my life better in so many ways. They've fulfilled a piece of me I didn't know was there, nor worth fulfilling. I drive up to the grill and see Demetria seated at a table outside. I walk up to her and greet her with a handshake. "Hi Demetria." "Hello Claire." We smile. We order some food, and I realize that our taste in burgers are alike. "So, where did you grow up?" I ask. "Newcastle." "Oh. So what do you think of our father having an affair with your mother?" I ask, coming on strong. "I didn't know that part of him." She responds. What do you mean?" "We weren't close, he made work a priority." I know by work, she really means me. I was more important than his work. He always made sure to put me first, even not intentionally. "Oh, I'm sorry." I say that with honesty and sympathy, I feel bad she didn't grow up with the father I did. It wasn't her fault she was born out of an affair. "How does your mom treat you?" I ask. "Really good. She's my favorite person, so In a way I never really needed my dad," and although I want to say "everyone needs a dad." That would be like me saying "everyone needs a mom." When the truth is, I don't need mine. So while our situations are opposite, we have lived the same. "What did you do when you found out he died?" I ask. "I was upset, but I couldn't attend his funeral. I didn't want to mess up his image." "He would've wanted you there. He supported you financially right?" "Yes, always. He made sure I got the best education, which is really important to me." "That's nice." "You and your mom seem to have a bad relationship, why?" She asks. "Unnecessary pressure to be perfect." I admit. "How so?" "With money comes hardships. And she's put everything on me time and time again. She chooses money and imagine over me and my mental health every time. She also never let me eat, which formed an eating disorder. There's a lot of things she's done wrong as a mother, and our relationship can not be repaired." "Never say never." Demetria says. "I know my mother. You've known her for a few days, don't act any different than that little fact." She takes a phone call, and some good conversation later, I get the bill. Overall, it's gone good and I relate a lot to my half sister. It's nice knowing she's different than I expected, more realistic, more down to earth. Not a pretentious bitch. I go outside to get into my car, but see that something has happened. It looks like it was broken into, yet nothing was stolen. That's odd. I walk to the drivers side and go to get into my car. I feel hands on my waist and I'm blinded by a black cloth over my face, what the-
I wake up in a creepy gray room. I can't move my hands because I've been taped to the chair. There's rope around my thighs and I'm tightened, not able to go anywhere. What's happening? Then it hits me. Oh my god, I've been kidnapped. Why would someone kidnap me? The mafia. It has to be related to what Roan and David told me. Due to the fact that I am the only real valuable and loved thing to my two men, of course they would want me dead. Especially with that line of business. My thoughts are confirmed when four men, one tiny but bad looking, one at least 6'9, one big and bulky one, and the leader. I can't explain how I know he's the leader, I could just recognize it by the look in his eyes. "Claire Stone." Hearing my name come out of his mouth is terrifying. "The politicians daughter." The big one says. "Dearest little woman to Roan and David Smith." I give them a hateful glare. "What should we do with you." The little guy says. "Oh shut up, you're shorter than I am." I blurt out. The tall one laughs, "we got a funny one over here." The short one pulls out a knife and puts it to my neck. "Say another rude thing and I'll slit your throat open, understand me?" I laugh at his demeanor. "You won't." "What?" He looks so confused at my courage. "You won't kill me. It's to soon, you have to send a video of me to the men, get them to give you what you want. Haven't you seen Goodfellas? Or any mafia movie ever?" "That's not how this works." The big one says. "Yes, that's how everything works. Or kill me, see how it works out for you. You know they'll come after you. Especially Roan. You slit my throat, Roan puts a gun to your head." I say, truthfully. "They've got nothing on us." The leader says, big and mighty. "Do you really believe that? Roan Smith is the Mafia Boss, for god sake. You'll die five seconds after I'm dead." The little guy removes the knife from my neck, like I knew he would. "Shut the fuck up." The leader says. They huddle into a little circle and discuss something quietly. "We've discussed it. We can kill you." The leader says. "Go ahead." When the big one comes after me with a knife, I pounce. The tape job they did of sticking me to the chair wasn't done well, and while they were thinking my killing through, I managed to quietly untie myself. I'm small compared to this guy, but my grip of the headlock position I've put him in, isn't easy to get out of. They all come after me, but I manage to drop kick the little one in the face, and the leader stands by to watch. It's surprising, but he's watching his men get knocked out. The tall one is the hardest to manage, but one swift punch to the dick, and biting of the ear, he's on the floor. It happens all to quickly, and who knew gymnastics could be so helpful. The big one grabs my neck and slams me over onto the floor. Ouch. I can't stand up easily, but even with the back pain and inflamed neck pressure, I manage to get off the floor. "She's a woman, but she's fierce." "Women will always be stronger." I say. The leader puts a gun to my head and I don't beg for mercy. I'll never beg. I'll always fight. That's what strong women do. I hear a bang and Roan and David storm in. They have on black leather jackets, and some blood on there hands. David picks me up and takes me outside, but not before I get a glimpse of what Roan's doing. He's managed to shoot all of them dead, in a matter of seconds. But he looks like he's having a hard time shooting the leader. As if the decision is a difficult one. Are leaders off limits?  Roan mouths something, and I see the leader beg for mercy. He shoots him in the head and I see the relief that washes upon his face. He saved his girl. They both did. I hold onto David and cry into his shoulder. "Thank you." I whisper, never letting go. "Let's take you home." I have no idea where we are, but he takes me to the roof of the building where there's a helicopter. He puts me inside and Roan runs out, "Lets go!" He screams. I lay down in the seat, remaining in David's arms. Roan puts his hand over my hair and asks if I'm okay. "My back hurts, but nothing else physically." "They tried to kill me." I cry. "I know, I know. But you were brave." David says. "I'm so sorry Claire. I've gotten you to caught up in this." Roan says, a single tear dropping down his cheek. I wipe it away. "No. This is how this works. I'm yours, forever. Both of yours. Whatever you go through, I do too. I'm here, always. Even if I have to fight for my life. Besides, they didn't kill me. And almost doesn't count." I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. I've had a long day. I wake up to Roan carrying me inside of the house. He places me in my bed and kisses my forehead before leaving. I wake up hours later to Roan in a chair by my bed, reading. Did he not leave? "Hey." I say. "Hi." "You stayed the whole time I've been asleep?" "I was afraid something would happen to you." "Come here." I ask. He comes over and I kiss his lips, gently. He's on top of my body, and in this time, I need him. I need his touch more than I've ever needed it. "Take your shirt off." He does as I say and I put my leg over his body. "Make love to me." I insist. I take his pants off and he puts himself into me. He thrusts into me and I moan, gliding my nails down his back. He puts my hands back on the sheet and we interlock fingers as he grinds in and out of me. He buries himself into me further and further and I pull his neck closer to me, placing his face to my boobs. He rips my shirt open and sticks my nipple in his mouth. The relief of his warm tongue and his cock pushing into me is sensational. We come together and he falls back onto the side next to me. I place my hand around him and tuck my head under his arm. "I love you Roan." "I love you Claire, more than I could ever express." "I'm not scared." "What?" "I'm not scared of this world. I'm not scared of the life you lead." I say, truthfully. "You amaze me Claire Stone. I will always protect you. I will do everything to protect you. But you have to learn to protect yourself too." "I do know how. Do you know I put that big guy in a headlock?" He laughs. "You did?!" "Yes! And I called the 4'11 guy short. I also punched the tall dude right in the dick." "That had to hurt." He laughs. "Oh it did, I saw the pain in his face." "You're a badass woman." "I want a gun." I blurt out. "Thats a good idea. Come on, get dressed, I'll drive us to the shooting range." "I didn't mean today." He slaps my ass and motions me off the bed. I laugh at his smoothness. "Okay, let me get new clothes." I change into jeans and a black shirt and we get on our way. We go outside and he opens the car door for me. I step in and he hits the petal. A few moments later and we're driving on a clear and empty road, with nothing but grass and trees surrounding us. It's beautiful. I slide the window down and the air hits me, it's breezy and refreshing. Roan puts his hand on my thigh and winks at me. I smirk at him and admire the scenery.
When we arrive, it's fucking amazing.
There's shooting boards all over and it's fascinating. Guns haven't ever been my thing, but getting one specifically for protection from Mafia Killers, sounds necessary. "Hey Sal." Roan greets a man in overalls. "Hey Roan!" He says, with a thick country accent. "Whadda we doing today?" Sal asks. "I'm teaching my girl how to use a gun." "Sounds just about right. Follow me." We go to a yard and Sal hands me a little hand gun." "For what you need, this is perfect." Roan says. Roan gets behind me and adjusts the gun for me. "You move this back." He moves the thing back. "And turn the safety off." I turn the safety off. "And fire." I fire. Woah. That was thrilling.
Six Guns later.....
I feel like I'm a pro. Like I can take on the world. "Claire Stone. This is officially your gun." Sal hands me a pink hand gun, and I thank him. Yes, I wanted the pink one. It shows that women can be badass, pink colored guns, heels and all.
"You're officially a Mafia Boss's Queen." Sal says. "Yes. Yes I am." I smile.