Drive Me Wild

Chapter 7 - Duke

I was pissed off; I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Her brother forced Abigail into stealing money for a debt she didn't cause.

A plan needed to be figured out and quick. Both Abigail and her brothers life are in danger. I only cared about protecting Abigail, Mason could get murdered for all I cared. My little waitress had to be protected which means a claim would have to be laid on her.

Opening the fridge, I grabbed all the food needed to make a decent lunch. Seeing as she refused to eat any breakfast and when she last ate was unknown, extra food was added. She was an unhealthy size, underweight. Eating properly was important to me so I would make sure sufficient, regular meals were being eaten.

"What are you making?" A timid voice asks.

Turning around to see Abigail standing in the doorway looking exhausted, she was still wearing the same dress from last night. It hung off of her due to her lack of body fat.

My gaze roamed over her body, taking in every inch of it. My gaze stopped when I saw purple marks present on her shoulders. I stepped forward and lightly brushed my fingers over the marks. She winced and stepped back slightly.

"Who did this?" I seethed.

Abigail quickly covers her shoulders with her hands, shying away. "I fell."

"You know damn well that's a lie. Tell me the truth." I demand.

"I don't want to tell you."

"You don't have a choice."

Tears start to well in her eyes. "Please leave it alone!"

Turning away, Abigail starts to run up the stairs, back to the room she slept in.

Seeing such harsh marks on her delicate skin made my blood boil. She didn't deserve to be treated like that! It was very obvious that someone had put their hands on her when it wasn't wanted.

Going back to making food and attempting to take calming breaths, a mental note was made to get one of the men to buy clothes for Abigail. Having her walk around in a skimpy red dress was not going to end well for me.

When I finally finished making lunch, there was enough food on the plate for it to be classed as a small banquet. Making sure Abigail ate it all was a top priority.

"You better stop sulking and eat your lunch." I complain, walking through the door and placing the food on the bed.

Abigail stops staring at the bed sheets to glare at me. I stifle a chuckle and pick up a sandwich, bringing it up to Abigail's lips.

"What are you doing?" She questions. "You don't need to do that and there's way too much food on that plate."

"You need to eat, so I am helping you." I comment.

"Stop." She groans, pushing my hand away.

"You're going to eat this food Abigail." I warn.

"Duke, stop!"

"You will eat this food, you need it."

Abigail looked exhausted from arguing. Reluctantly her lips grasped around the sandwich and took a bite. I watched every movement, my eyes not leaving her lips once. My cock hardened thinking of where else those perfectly round lips could be. I needed to calm myself down, there was no way that was going to happen.

"Mmm, that is good. What did you put in it?" Abigail questions, her big eyes gazing up at me.

"Just a bit of salad. I assumed you liked it because most women eat that sort of shit." I explained.