Christopher :
Seeing her on the stage with those clothes freaked me out, my eyes saw red "What the hell?" I shouted and walked fast towards the stage, getting all these drunk men away, when I got closer to her I could see her tears and how red her eyes were.
"AMY!" I shouted through the music looking her dead in the eyes, her hands rise to her breast trying to cover them when she saw me.
I went up the stage and dragged her down "Where are you going?" One of the drunk men said, I pushed him away from my way and start walking towards the front down."Stop." I heard her saying with tears, I stopped near the door and took off my shirt "What are you doing?" She asked between her sniffing "Covering you up." I said with a rough tone.
I wrapped her body with my shirt, it covers most of it "Thank you." She looked up at me crying.
"What the hell were you thinking Amy?" We walked towards my car and shouted at her, "Don't talk to me like that." She cried more.
"I will talk like that, I will do whatever the hell I want," I shouted again, her small body moved towards my car and she sits on the street.
"Get up Amy, it's cold." I sit on my knees trying to help her "Don't touch me." she shouted back.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath "Just get in the fucking car now." Amy looked up at me with fear "I won't hurt you, I promise." I whispered to her touching her cheeks gently.
"You won't? aren't you some mafia man or something?" She said between her tears, I looked at her and half smiled "Get up Amy." I opened the door for her and let her in, "My bag is still in there, I will go get it" She said.
"No you are not, stay in here." she looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes, I called for Martin and told him to get her bag from backstage."Why are you being good to me? Why are you doing this?" She asked with a weak voice "Do what?" I asked looking away from her, still, the image of her standing on the stage with money covering her hurts me.
"You know, it's my job now." She said, "No it's not and you won't go back again." I said almost shouting, I saw her getting back in her seat trying to cover her hips with my shirt."You are ashamed of me seeing your breast or your hips right?" I asked getting closer to her and looking into her eyes.
Her smell was making me going crazy, she was so sweet "Stay away please." She whispered looking up at me.
"You are afraid of me? but not afraid from the drunk men?" I asked, her tears were back.
We were interpreted by Martin bring the bag for her "Ms. Amy." He said and nodded at me leaving the place."My car is near-" I interrupted her "I know where it is," I answered and started the car as fast as I could.
I could see her from the corner of my eyes, she was whipping the makeup and getting her clothes from the bag."Why did we stop here?" She asked looking around the street, it was empty and quiet.
"You can change here, no one will see you," I said, she still could feel how angry I was with her.
"Okay, look away." She whispered, "I will not." I sit comfortably in my seat facing her shirtless.
"What?" She asked, I could see how dry her mouth was "Take off my shirt and wear your decent clothes." I said "Decent?" She asked angrily."Yes, something that will not let me see your-" before I continued the sentence she get her jeans on and left my shirt up to her head.
And then she quickly placed a hand on her breast, my eyes couldn't leave the site of her body "Brave." I smirked, she put on her shirt and sit there comfortably again.
"Can we go now?" I put my shirt on and start the car again."Where are you going?" I asked her "To my car, I want to go home." she answered, I closed her door while she was trying to open it and pulled her near me to my seat.
"I won't let you away from my sight again, Amy," I whispered looking into her eyes."I want to go Christopher." She said, "I don't want you to." I whispered again getting closer to her lips, she moved uncomfortably in between my arms.
"I won't kiss you until you say so," I said looking into her eyes and breathing next to her ears."In your dreams." She said and moved away with her bag, I laughed and smirked after she went off my seat.
"See you soon doll." I looked at her while she started her car.
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Texas Bandits
RomanceChristopher and Amy The 1970s in Austin, Texas. A twenty-two years old Christoper who was adopted by one of the most known men in Austin, he was his right hand and held on to all of his business he was involved with illegal work in and out of the to...