Possessive Love | Vinnie Hacker

twelve

Nailea's p.o.v

„Keep your fucking hands to yourself, Ric"

I see Vinnie's face slightly turning red, getting uncomfortable. He looks straight into my eyes and it feels somehow. . . soothing.

Although some freak is trying to get into my pants, I stay saying nothing but craving for help. I'm scared of saying something in a circle of criminals. Vinnie's eyes tell me not to worry, but I keep getting more anxious.

„Vinnie, Vinnie. . . She's your member and not your girl. And as you can see she's not moving away from me. Right chica?", he strokes my cheek, making me get nervous.

„I don't", I finally answer out of fear. I instantly regret it because his eyes turn dark and he looks not very pleased about my reaction.

„You can't say no to something you didn't taste, babygirl", he says with a dirty smile on his face. I gasp and before I can even add up something, I see Vinnie, who grabs my arm to draw me to him.

„This isn't a freaking strip club, Ric. This is a business party and if she says no, it's a no", he spit, walking a few steps towards Ric who's just amused by his reaction.

„Cute how you try to protect your little new miss member", he stands up walking to Vinnie, standing just a few inches in front of him, „I guess behind the scenes you fucking her soul out, but no problem, I can't blame you for that"

Vinnie's p.o.v
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My anger levels are too high to control my emotions. His provocative comments on Nailea are unacceptable and unnecessary. I question myself why I start caring about her that way. Of course I would defend Sam and Ana that way, too. But Nailea. . I feel something else inside me. I don't want someone ever touch her, if she doesn't want to. Protect her like my sister.

Sister... yeah Vinnie.

I ball my hands to fists, trying to stay calm and can't. stop imagine beating his ass. But if I did, everyone would be suspicious.

„Fuck you, Ric I don't touch her", I spit, pushing him away from me.

„Your loss, chico. I would fuck her everyday"

I roll my eyes and turn away from him. I can't stand his comments anymore.

Speaking about Nailea. . . Where is she ?

I look behind Ric, I turn around. She left.
Zayn has also disappeared, making me feel troubled.

Fuck.

Ric turns around, also not finding Nailea at her place on the couch.

„We talk about this later", I say, finding my way to search them. I leave Ric, without waiting for him to answer something. I walk towards the house, maybe she just been to the toilet ?

„What the fuck", I yell desperately, drawling the attention to myself. Everyone who pass by looks at me confused. I push everyone aside as I rush into the house.

Standing there, seeing people eating in the kitchen, dancing in the living room or making out in a corner. But I can't see Nailea or Zayn. My heart is beating against my chest, feeling like I could explode every second. I rush my hands through my hair, trying to think straight.

Maybe she's just on the toilet. She has to be here.

„Vinnie !?", I hear Zayn, grabbing my shoulder to turn me around.

After the first look in his face I see fear with a mix of desperation. He seems out of breath, rushing his hands through his hair, trying to put words together.

„Where the fuck is Nailea, Zayn !?", I grab his shoulders, shaking him to finally make him speak up.

„I only looked one second away, I was drinking my vodka and-„

„What do you mean !", I yell at him, feeling blood running cold as my stomach tightens.

„She disappeared, Vin"