this shit is going to drive me nuts! She’s even slightly afraid to
leave the house without me.”
“Now there is a man truly pussy whipped,” Dane chuckled to
Blaine.
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“That ain’t no shit,” Blaine grunted with a small grin of his own.
“I never pictured you as the kind of man who would bow down to a
woman.”
“Fuck you both,” Devon snapped. He walked over to Blaine,
taking his drink from his hands.
“I never thought Kera the kind of woman to be scared of
anything,” Dane stated.
“She isn’t, but she is having nightmares over that shit,” Devon
said. He sighed, rubbing his face, “So what’s going on?
“Well, I’ve officially moved out.” Dane smiled. “Tonight was the
last straw with her.”
“Did she catch you beating your meat again?” Blaine
snickered, taking a drag from his thin cigar. “Or did good old
grandma say yes when you mistook her bed for one of the many
other girls you’ve snuck into late at night?”
“You are a sick bastard, you know that?” Dane shot back and
Blaine chuckled.
“I bet she told him she was going to cut the money off if he
didn’t change his ways,” Devon tossed in with a grin.
“Play with your pecker again and no allowance for a week!”
Blaine tried to speak in a high pitch granny voice that had Devon
chuckling.
“You are so fucking hilarious.” Dane threw an apple at Blaine,
which he caught with one hand and took a bite out of.
“I do try my best,” Blaine smarted back before he sat down
and put his feet on the table, which was another “no-no” in his
house growing up. Dane was noticing a lot of the old rules which
Blaine had to grow up with no longer applied.
“She’s been having these girls come over for dinner,” Dane
remarked with a sneer on his lips. “Wants me to marry a good girl
of our class, not go to the Compound and take a chance like
Devon did.”
“Ah, so Dannie boy is under pressure to get a wife.” Devon
smiled, sat down, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Ain’t life a
bitch?”
“You know, I always said that woman has a set of nuts we
don’t know about.” Blaine said, looking at Dane with his own evil
smile, chewing on his cigar. “She sure does know how to fuck
someone over. Are you sure your grandfather and her marriage
was legal, cause I can’t picture him willingly fucking her?”
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Devon burst out laughing.
“Are you finished yet?” Dane crossed his arms over his chest,
glaring at Blaine who was smiling back at him.
Blaine shook his head with a grin. “Not really.”
“Let Kera have a talk with her.” Devon chuckled. “She can
reason with her. Lord knows she needs some kind of distraction.
And who knows,” he shrugged. “She might kick your
grandmother’s ass.”
Blaine pointed a finger at Devon with the corner of his lips up,
“I’ll put a C-note on Kera.”
“You know, some bullshit never changes, even when we don’t
see each other for months or years.” Dane rubbed his face,
slumping back in the chair.
“Shit, Dane, stop acting like a pussy.” Blaine stood back up.
He walked over to Devon and took his drink back, swallowing
what was left. “Find a girl, do your thing, then ship her ass off
somewhere. It’ll get granny off your ass, and you can still live life
somewhat single, happily ever fucking after.”
Devon punched Blaine in the arm. “Doesn’t work that way, dip
shit.”
“Maybe you were right, Devon.” Dane twirled the liquid in his
glass around, staring off. “Maybe it’s time I did grow up.”
“You do know that, with your grandmother putting this kind of
pressure on you, it could backfire, and I’m not talking about if she
picks the girl or not.” Devon told Dane, snapping him out of his
daze. “Ask yourself this question. What will you do if you find
someone and your grandmother ends up not approving of her
after all?” He shrugged. “She doesn’t have much of a say in who
matches up with you if you go to the Compound. And you can go
without her approval, if you want.”
“Shit, Devon.” Blaine groaned, sitting back down with his cigar
between his teeth. “That old hag isn’t going to approve of anyone,
especially if the girl has the balls to stand up to her. And, if he gets
lucky and finds a girl with a back bone like Kera, then that old
bitch is going to go ballistic.” Blaine put his cold dark eyes on
Dane. “You do what you want. If you want to marry, then find one
that is right for you and take her. Don’t let any of these fuckers tell
you what to do.” He took a drag, blowing the smoke out, and
chewing on his cigar. “Especially that grandmother of yours. If she
doesn’t like your wife, fuck her. And I don’t mean it literally this
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time.” He grinned.
“Advice coming from him,” Devon thumbed towards Blaine.
“Hey, I never said I was opposed to marrying.” Blaine took
another deep drag on his cigar, letting the smoke out slowly once
more. “I only said I didn’t like being forced into shit.” He stretched
out again, both legs up on the table with ankles crossed. “I don’t
like how this fucking town and the rich snobs trying to tell
everyone who is proper and who isn’t.” He looked at Dane, getting
his full attention. “Devon found the one that was right for him. End
of story. The town didn’t like it, he told them to fuck off. Go to the
Compound if you want, or go on the sidelines. Just don’t marry the
wrong one. You do, I’ll kick your ass.”
“Look at it this way,” Devon added. “If you get someone that
has the fire Kera has, then your grandmother doesn’t stand a
chance.” He smiled big.
“Nope,” Blaine agreed. “You marry and you’re free from her
for life. Think of it as parole, or some shit like that.” Blaine smiled
big. “Now isn’t that enough right there to marry, if nothing more
than to stick it to that hag of yours?” That brought a smile to
Dane’s lips. “Why the fuck your mother let her be your guardian
after the stories your father used to tell us is beyond me.” He
looked down at his watch then back up at them. “Well, boys, I hate
to break this happy meeting up, but I need to go.” Blaine told them
both. “I just wanted you both to know that I’ll be stopping by from
time to time.”
“What? Are you afraid of getting hit again?” Dane asked.
Blaine rubbed his jaw, “Yeah. When did you get that wicked
punch anyway?”
“Here today, gone tomorrow.” Devon remarked. “When the
hell are you going to stay put?”
The corner of Blaine’s l
ip went up, but he didn’t smile. “I’m
selling shit and finding more crap of my father’s.” His eyes
lowered, but his body tensed up. “Bastard had more bullshit
investments than I think my mother ever knew about.” He took a
deep breath. “Loved to fuck people over.” He stood up and
stretched his body, groaned as he relaxed, and sat back down
again. “When I get it all done, then I’ll come back to stay.” He
looked up with a grin on his face, “Maybe.”
“Shit,” Dane mumbled when his cell phone rang. He dug it out
of his pocket, frowning as he read the number. “Speak of the
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devil.”
“I swear she knows when Blaine is back.” Devon chuckled.
“It’s like she can smell the evil.”
Blaine smiled. “When I do decide to stay for good, her
Depends will be up in the crack of her ass—so far up that no
matter how much she picks at her ass, they won’t come out.” He
chuckled.
“Well I have a good feeling that she just found out I’m out of
the house for good.” Dane stood up and went over to shake
Blaine’s hand. “Call me when you get back.”
Blaine shook his hand and nodded. “Will do. And I’ll have
someone look into this Cameron crap, Devon. You guys definitely
don’t need that prick on your asses.”
“Good,” Devon nodded. “I don’t like the idea of him loose and
with the rumors of girls disappearing again—well let’s just say I’m
pretty sure he has his hand in it.”
“Then I’ll have some people look into it. When I get back, we’ll
have dinner or something, but not here,” Blaine stated. “This
house is not ready for shit yet.”
Devon also stood up and shook Blaine’s hand, “You got it.”
“Well, Dane, have fun.” Blaine smiled. “And happy hunting.”
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Chapter Two
Five months later
“Yes Devon, I understand that.” Dane rubbed his face and
groaned into his cell phone. He sat on his motorcycle in the
middle class district of town hoping to hear some news of what
was going on. So far all he’d heard were rumors. “But right now,
you need to understand that no one is talking. They are all just
assuming that the girls ran away.”
What Devon said next, he didn’t hear. Crossing the road right
in front of him was a girl he never saw before and she took his
breath away.
She was about five-five in height; tight, worn blue jeans
hugged her like a second skin. The t-shirt she wore also looked
like it had seen better days as did the shoes on her feet. She had
wheat color hair that reached to the middle of her back and the
way she walked spoke that she was the kind of girl no one
messed around with.
He watched her walk all the way into a small grocery store.
Only when the door closed, did he come back to his senses and
realize that he had lowered the cell phone, had his mouth opened
slightly, and was holding his sunglasses down on the bridge of his
nose.
Okay, so I bet I look like a complete ass right now. “I’ll call you
back, Devon.” He hung up, swung his leg over the bike, and went
in the same direction as her.
Traffic, it seemed, decided to go against him right then. The
crossing light changed and a shit load of cars decided to proceed
across, which made him crossing during the light completely
impossible.
Patience wasn’t a strong quality for Dane; he didn’t have any.
When he wanted something, he tended to want instant
gratification and didn’t give a damn how he got it. And right now,
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he wanted to be in that store with that girl, finding out everything
he could about her.
When the light finally changed to green, he pretty much ran
across the street. He also knocked some woman over when he
tried to run in between two women for the door.
The second he walked in, everyone stopped what they were
doing, turned, and stared at him. Dane took a deep breath, pulled
his glasses from his face, and glanced around. He knew he
looked out of place. Hell, he was out of place.
A nod towards the clerk behind the counter and he was
moving to the right, looking down each row of food for the one girl
that he just had to see again.
She was breathtaking. The way she chewed on her thumb as
she looked over the food had him stopping in the middle of the
isle, just staring at her. When she bent over to pick something up,
her hair slipped over her shoulder and Dane wanted so much to
go over and catch it and press his face into the long silk and take
in her scent.
“Can I help you with something?”
Dane jumped and turned. The man from the counter was
behind him, looking at him as if he was about to steal something.
Quickly, Dane looked back at where the girl was, only to see she
was gone now.
“No, thank you,” Dane answered the clerk, moving away.
He found her at the counter, talking to someone he knew,
Tracy Port, a girl he once dated a very long time ago. Now, she
was married and working here it seemed.
Slowly, Dane made his way up to the counter, his eyes never
leaving her. Okay, maybe they looked her over, but he sure as
hell wasn’t going to let her out of his sight yet. Nothing like this
had ever happened to him before. He had never felt like this
Sure, he had lusted after the girls and got that, ‘I have to have’
feeling, but this time it was different. It all felt different. This time,
he didn’t just want one night with her, he wanted many nights.
“I’m sorry, I can’t extend the credit anymore,” Tracy told the
girl. “Max was very clear about your account.”
“Tracy, if I don’t go home with something my father is going to
kill me!” Dane heard the desperation in her sweet voice. “Can’t
you do something?”
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“I wish I could,” Tracy sighed.
“Here, let me.” Dane didn’t think, he only acted. He dug into
his pocket, pulled out some cash and handed it to Tracy. “Let her
have whatever she needs. I’ll cover it.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Her mouth, her sweet full lips thinned
out in a smile that spoke of embarrassment.
“I insist,” Dane nodded to Tracy, who quickly bagged up the
food. He took it and handed it to her.
“Thanks, but I—” Her face reddened, but she surprised him by
taking the bag. When she looked up at him, Dane knew, without a
doubt, that he was just knocked on his ass by a woman he knew
nothing about.
The bell on the door rang again, and this time, a young girl
came rushing in. She ran right up to the counter, breathing hard,
looking panicked.
“He’s coming,” she panted to his mystery girl. “He knows
you’re out of the house.”
“Shit,” the girl gasped.
Without saying a word, she took the bag and ran out of the
store with the younger girl right next to her. Dane was about to
follow, but stopped when Tracy spoke behind him.
“You might as well forget about that one, Dane.”
Dane tore his eyes from the door and looked back at Tracy.
“What are you talking about?”
“I know that look.” Tracy shook her head and leaned forward
on the counter towards him. “And that is not the kind of girl you’re
going to get for one of your famous one night stands.”
Dane took a deep breath and grinned. “Tracy, I don’t do that
shit anymore.”
She snorted, “Since when?”
“Who is she?”
“Oh no!” Tracy shook her head and pushed herself back up
straight. “I’m not helping you with your next conquest. Forget it!”
“Tracy—”
Again she shook her head. “No. N.O.”
“Come on. Don’t make me beg, because you know I will,” he
chuckled.
“And why would I help you?”
“Tell you what, you help me out by giving me all the
information on her, and I’ll help your husband out with the stock
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market before you two go so deep in debt, that there will never be
a way for you to get out of it.”
“How did you know about that?”
“Honey, that’s my playground. I know all the players, and just
for good measure, the stock he’s looking into now is about to
crash.”
He saw her chew on the inside of her lip and it took a hell of a
lot of will power for him not to smile.
“Fine, but you better stop him tonight.”
He picked up a pen, took one of the napkins, and wrote down
one of the best stocks that was about to climb. Once finished, he
folded it up and waited for her to talk.
“You know, you’re a real shit.”
“I know, now spill.”
“There isn’t much to tell about her really. Her name is Samara
Tabor. Her father pretty much keeps her pinned up in the house,
especially with all the girls that have gone missing and all. Her
sister, Makayla, does most of the shopping. And like many of the