Tangerine is a sophisticated fruit 🍊

Spending the night

After Tangerine recovered the file, we all decided to head out of my place. I was freed from my restraints and allowed, with heavy supervision, to pack an over-night bag. I walk over to my closet and grab a duffel bag. I take a quick glance over in looming into my doorway was the asshole himself, and Lemon in the background playing with Frank. 

I see his toned body in the doorframe, leaning on the right side. He's closely studying me as I fling my dresser drawers open. I grab a weeks' worth of underwear and socks. I also grab my one good bra, just in case, and a sports bra. I reach in my drawer and also pull out three pairs of leggings and a couple of tank tops. I also make sure to grab my jacket and my bathroom to-go bag. I look over to Frank. I simply cannot part with my lil man. I glace over at my distinguished gentleman and make eye contact with Tangerine. Tangerine looks over his shoulder and says, "Lemon, can you grab a couple of cans for Frank. Maybe some toys too.... I'm an asshole but not when it comes to animals."

My eyes widen with excitement knowing I won't have to abandon my child. I then zip up my duffel bag and grab the small bag Lemon prepared for Frank. Lemon scoops up Frank, seeing my hands are full. I then head for the door when I feel a large hand grasp at mine. Both Frank and I's bags are grabbed from me, with a little bit of aggression if I do say so myself. I whip my head and I see Tangerine, only an inch away from my face. 

"Hey sweetheart, I'll get the bags. You'll still be restrained until we get to our flat. Now, grab Frank from Lemon so he can drive us. I feel the need to sit with you in the back to avoid any funny business." Tangerine says. While finishing up his last words you notice him licking his lips and letting his eyes wonder around your body. 

I can't help but to turn a healthy shade of pink. You can smell his sweat and cologne; it dances around you. It's actually quite pleasant, unlike the Axe you thought he would wear. Lemon at this point has already headed to the car with Frank. Tangerine rolls his eyes at Lemons disappearance. He then reaches for his belt with his other hand and takes it off in one swoop. I started to feel a little nervous out of the blue. I swallow hard but then I snap back to reality when I hear the two bags drop onto the floor. He then grabs my two wrists with his other hand and fastens the belt, acting as some sort of momentary handcuffs. 

"Sorry... Lemon has the handcuffs...", Tangerine says. He then grabs both the bags off the floor and then the tail end of the belt, like he was leading me like a dog. We head to the door and walk out into the hallway. Tangerine closes the door and looks under my doormat for my house key. He then takes it and locks up, throwing the key into his pocket when he was done. 

"So that's how you got in..." I mumble to myself. 

We walk down the back stairs, to avoid people at all costs. But again, it was really late, and a lot of the tenants were on the older side. I roll my eyes as we head to the parking garage, I see a black SUV with the trunk open. Through the trunk I see Lemon in the driver's seat and Frank taking a small rest in the passenger seat. 

'At least Frank isn't freaking out right now', I think to myself. 

I start to resist as we veer closer to the trunk. Tangerine then tosses the bags into the trunk and wraps his arms around my body. He then hisses into my ear, "Stop. You're not going in the trunk you fucking idiot! That was for the bags! You'll be in the back, with me." 

"What the fuck was I supposed to think! The trunk is fucking wide open, in the middle of the night, in a black SUV!", I grit through my teeth. 

"Watch your fucking mouth young lady!" Tangerine spits. 

He then slams the trunk and leads me over to the door. He flings it open and hastily shoves me into the backseat. Without another second passing, he gets in and closes the door. 

"Drive Lemon", Tangerine demands. 

Without hesitation Lemon pulls out of the garage and then we're off. I try to sit up from the laying position that resulted in me getting shoved in, but a hand stops me. Tangerine is holding me down in the backseat. His hand placed on my chest near my throat. 

"I can't have you visible while driving" Tangerine says. 

Lemon looks in the backseat through the mirror. He studies the two in the back and takes a small glance over at the sleeping Frank. He gives a small grin to the little guy. Lemon then focuses on the backseat again and makes eye contact with you. He feels bad for the way Tangerine has been acting around you. 

'She honestly is trying to help us.' Lemon thinks to himself. 

Lemon when they all arrive in the flat wants to talk to Tangerine about how to better approach this situation. He doesn't know why Tangerine is being so aggressive with her. Yet again, this is how he treats male targets. Yet not as sexually. They've never had a woman target. Lemon has a sense of morality where he doesn't ever want to get a job that involves a woman or child. Unless the woman was like extremely evil you know? This whole situation is confusing Lemon. 

Soon I feel a jolt as Lemon turns into a parking spot. Tangerine then opens the door and hops out. He then grabs the belt tail and drags me out of the car. I then try to catch myself but end up on the gravel outside of the car. I wince in pain as my body meets the ground. 

"Hey man! Take it easy!", Lemon speaks up. 

Tangerine then grabs me, and yanks be back onto my feet. He then leaves me for just a moment to grab the two bags from the trunk. He then grabs me by my elbow and starts dragging me towards the flat entrance. 

"I'll treat her however I'd like!" Tangerine yells. 

I then get dragged up one flight of stairs with Lemon and Frank closely behind. I'm covered in bruises at this point, but I don't protest. There's no point. I just really want to sleep and have my sweet Frank by me. 

We then reach the front door and Lemon walks past to unlock the door. As the door swings open, I see their humble abode. It's honestly so much nicer than I ever could expect. As I step through the doorway and into the flat, I look in awe. The whole place looks so neat and clean. Everything is furnished and squeaky clean. The furniture is all black like of an 'Art Deco' style. It reminds me of one of my favorite novels, The Great Gatsby. It looks amazing yet it makes me sad. The home doesn't look like it's been lived in. 

Lemon gently leads me onto the couch and gently lays Frank next to me. He then unties the belt from my hands and lays a blanket over me. 

"We can't trust her!" Tangerine says to Lemon. 

"Tangerine, I really need to talk to you", Lemon says.