his dark obsession

uncle benny

AAngelmarie's POV

Soon as I revved up that Harley and left, all I could feel was anger—anger and boiling rage. That bastard took me for a fucking joke; I'd show him. After kicking his beast of a bike into high gear, I floored it, doing 200 mph while hitting about nine different corner turns till I found myself deep in downtown New York's slums, where even rock bottom was considered "upper class."

I parked Vlad's Harley under a bridge underpass and stashed it in the corner behind a bush. Where no one could find it.

"I may not be fond of Vlad right now, but I appreciate a beautiful bike and its craftsmanship when I see one, and if I could, I'd keep this beautiful beast. But I'm smarter than that, and I knew a man like Vladimir had ways of tracking his bike, and it would only be a matter of time before my location was found."

I hopped off the bike and looked around before tossing the key into the creek and continuing the rest of the way on foot. I knew where I was going. Walking about five blocks north, I stopped in front of a building that used to be a church, but from the people going in and a red light coming out the interior door, I knew it wasn't.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or has my 'petit lapin' (little bunny) returned to see her favorite uncle?" A surprised voice boomed from the doors opening.

Before me stood a stocky man with curly hair and honey-brown skin with a goatee. His left hand held a leather leash while a pale, petite girl with platinum blond hair crawled and knelt, head bowed, at his feet.

"How's it going, Uncle Benny? I see nothing has changed," I said, smirking and eyeing his newest toy playfully.

"Nope, still the same—whips, chains, sweat, and sex. Nothing new. Come here, gimme a hug, petit lapin (little bunny)," he said, smiling.

I looked over to him, and without a word, I moved inside from the cold night air, moving through the door. I stepped over the blond seated at his feet, careful not to step on her overlapping hands, and placed myself directly in front of him. I allowed him to pull me into his hold and embrace me in a fatherly hug, grasping my head at the top and laying it on his shoulder, rocking me softly. I sighed in contentment as I breathed in his familiar scent while returning his embrace.

Out of every man I've encountered, Benny was the only one I trusted—until I met Vladimir, that is. Benny, or Uncle Benny as I call him, was different. He was like the father I never had. When we met, he didn't want to fuck me; he didn't even try.

(Flashback- New York- 4 Years Ago)

"We met one night when I was in New York about four years back. It was raining, fucking pouring down hard. I was walking down the back alley headed home from a club I was bartending at. It was about 3 AM, just after closing, and my shitty motel was only two blocks away, so I walked to it instead of getting a taxi. When a drunk fuck thought it'd be an easy night to get some 'unwilling pussy' from a 'seemingly helpless girl.' Bad idea! Needless to say, he was choking on my switchblade before he could even pull my pants down. After I stood up, draped in the dumb fuck's blood mixed with rain, I saw Benny come into the alley from the street side with an impressed look in his eyes.

We stood a few minutes just looking at each other before he told me he saw everything, and the pussy had it coming.

Glancing down at the body, he said he would take care of the cleanup before pulling out his phone and making a quick call. Grabbing my wrist, I glared at him, switchblade still in my grip, but I didn't strike him. Instead, I let him usher me into his black BMW. He brought me to this same club and led me upstairs, giving me dry, warm clothes and a room upstairs to stay the night in. And still, he tried nothing; never asked for anything. He just helped me. From then on, he always called me 'petit lapin'—his 'little bunny'—and he was always my Uncle Benny.