Bless Your Little Heart

TWENTY-FIVE

The smell of eggs and jam danced in my nose, the smells instantly waking me from my slumber. I looking around my room to see it no longer in the disheveled state I left it in.

My head pounded as the liquor from the night before came back to bite me in the ass. I always has the worst hangovers yet still chose to drink until I blacked out.

With the medication I was taking I shouldn't really be drinking, but I'm not the type of man who really follows rules.

My feet hit the frigid wood floor as they patter across, searching for a long-sleeve to cover myself.

Opening my door the smell hits me like a bullet, sending my stomach into an immediate frenzy. Following the smell like a bloodhound I find a frail woman before the stove. Humming away to herself as she stirs something in the pan before her.

I suppose she hasn't heard me from her relaxed posture, seeing her so calm and at peace was soothing to me. Watching as she delicately moved around, stirring the concoction before her.

I couldn't help but feel my eyes trails to her bottom, seeing her still wearing the sweatpants I had put her in.

I didn't really blame her, I turned off the heat out of spite to her in my fit of rage and never bothered to turn it back on. Bad thing is out here in the desolate forest, snow piling up outside your door. It's life or death.

But that wasn't on my mind right now.

She was.

Seeing as she had shrunken since I had brought her here a flair of guilt rose in my stomach, almost feeling remorse.

I wasn't a man who felt bad for people?! Let alone a woman I kidnapped!

But she wasn't like the rest, I took her for a reason. A reason I still didn't truly know. Ever since I took her I kept asking myself why? Why didn't I stick to the plan? Why did I take someone who is of such high risk?

They raced my mind as more worries piled on.

Her parents were yet to sent the money order with the directions I gave, probably the police's doing.

Dumb bastards.

I needed that cash, it was going to not only help me, but her.

With my little moment I ended up ruining half of the food we have for the month. Meaning we somehow were going to have to find a way to eat.

I didn't care to go out and hunt, but I preferred to have Madelyn close. Not that I thought she would escape, but because I felt the need to protect her.

She awoke something inside me I had never experienced before, growing up alone and orphaned the only emotion I truly felt was hate.

But her, she didn't something to me.

She made me feel an array of emotions I had never experienced, when I looked at her I felt nothing but joy.

When she was close to me, so close I could smell her sweet scent, I felt lust.

When she was sucking my cock, all I felt was lust.

But I couldn't cross that line with her again, once was bad enough. If Marco found out my head would be on a spike, messing with cargo is a no-no in his eyes.

But only the virgins.

Sadly Madelyn fell into that category, making her completely off limits to me, no matter how bad I craved her innocent touches. Despite her being almost eight years younger than me, there was something I couldn't deny brewing inside, and as much as I hated it, I knew one day I would give in.

"What're you cooking?" She jumps from my unannounced voice, booming through the small kitchen. I only stand a few feet behind her at this point, With my arms as I lean against the small island behind.

Wide eyes she holds her chest before collecting her composure, "You scared me!" He half laughed, some worry intertwined in her voice.

"I didn't mean to." I chuckle walked to the counter beside her, leaning as I was against the island. "I see you cleaned?"

She nods with a confident smile, proud of the work she had accomplished while I was asleep.

I didn't even know what time it was, God knows how late it was. Hungover me preferred to sleep for 16 hours instead of actually facing the pain.

"Only took a little bit of elbow grease." She takes her gaze back to the pan of eggs before her, cutting through the cooked golden pillow.

"I have you plate in the microwave, it should still be warm." She motioned toward the adjacent appliance.

I walked to her back, placing my hands on her hips before leaning down next to her ear.

Only softly whispering "Thank you" before walking to take my plate. Going to the dining room table and sitting down as the silverware was set already.

I couldn't stand to be rude to her anymore, even though it's all I've ever known. I almost wanted to change for her, to be different.

Be all she wanted while not being hers at all.

The thought of some disgusting fat cartel member taking the sweet innocence away from her infuriated me. How I put her in such a situation to be used in such a way, when truly I wanted to the only one to do anything to her.

I know she wants me, I feel the attraction she has. Whether it's manufactured or real it's there, and I can only do so much to deny the feelings I have deep inside.

The sound of china hitting the table broke my thoughts, seeing her sit across from me. Digging in to the food she made, I didn't want to seem weird so I began eating also.

Neither of us talked, only chewing and silverware clanking filling the room.

Along with the strong attraction growing between us.

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