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chapter 2 😍

Why couldn't I have the fucking day off! Oh, I'm Elijah. Mafia is what I do. Have since I was old enough to talk. And it's kinda fun here and there. I hate getting told to body guard people though. They are always spoiled brats. But my new boss that hasn't ticked me off enough to shoot him, he has a daughter, two actually. The older one is never around though. The younger one is always at her parents get-togethers and she is always quiet. So I'm hoping for no  brattiness. Her name is Kameron. She was cute for the 5 seconds of her I saw until she was danced up to her room by Ashton. I knew the kid, never really liked him because of what I heard him say about Kameron. I'm at a party watching her sway and sip an obviously strong drink. Listening to Ashton's conversation.
"She almost had an orgasm before I was even inside her! We all know Kameron is so desperate. It'll be so sad watching her break when I end it tonight." Ashton cackles, and I want to beat his ass.
"How are you gonna? Couldn't she just shoot you? Like that's gotta be hella scary." Another random guy says.
"Eh. She wouldn't, she carries the gun but has all the bullets. I'm gonna do it right before she starts to get undressed. She's so annoying, like the lights are off every time. And when I asked her about it she said it was because she was insecure, like get over it." Ashton grins, over at Kameron.
Fake ass motherfucker! I slowly walk past him.
"Make sure you watch out. Three rounds can do a lot." I whisper, and walk past him to the drinks.
Did I threaten a 23 year old? Yes I did. But for a good cause. I don't turn to see if he looked at me. I don't need the satisfaction, I just want him to know he done fucked up. I turn and sip my drink. It's not as strong as Kameron's face told me. I glance at her and see her smirking at him and he guides her around and I glare at him the whole way. I put my drink down and shove my hands in my pockets then follow them. The door is closed. I listen to them. I hear her whimper.
"Got one?" I hear her ask.
That voice. No.
"Always. But Kam I have to talk to you." Ashton sighs.
"What?" She says.
"I can't anymore. We've been at this all year and I want something stable." Ashton groans.
I hope his fucking dick explodes.
"Ok." She says, and I hear the bed creaking so she's obviously getting up.
"W-what?" Ashton chokes.
"Ok. What did you think I was gonna say? No baby I want to keep fucking you behind everyone's back? Yeah, no, not gonna happen." She giggles.
Damn that was hot and I'm not gonna even deny it.
"You're not crying?" Ashton scowls.
"Why would I? Give you the reaction you so desperately crave because you're like every one of the women hungry men out there and like your toys until you break them? Nah, I think I'm good. You bring me up here, basically lead me on, you know having me fucking straddling your dick to tell me you can't anymore? That's the one thing that pisses me off. Because I might be insecure and sensitive but you don't fucking eat my pussy and make me feel bad about it." Kameron says, and with her tone I can tell she's smiling.
God why is her voice so fucking hot?
"That's why you feel bad about everything? Because your so fucking sensitive? Oh my God get a fucking grip! No one wants that baby shit! Have fun finding a man to deal with it too!" Ashton yells, and I hear a crash.
I grab my gun and immediately open the door. Kameron is on the floor with glass from a fallen vase stabbing her arms from the wrist to elbows. The fucker pushed her! I keep my gun pointed at him and pick Kameron up. She hurts but not a tear shed.
"Ok pretty boy needs to learn fucking manners! Say you are fucking sorry before I'll be saying sorry when bullets go through your head!" I shout.
Why am I shouting?
"Fuck off bro!" Ashton yells.
I set Kameron down on the bed and walk up and grab him by the throat and apply some pressure but not enough. I lean into his ear.
"Fucking apologize." I say, through clenched teeth.
"I-im sorry... I need air!" Ashton says, pushing me off but getting nowhere.
"Now I don't want you near her ever again, yeah?" I smile, maybe I'm enjoying this too much?
Ashton nods and I release. I walk to Kameron who is standing watching my every move. Been doing that to you since I met you darlin. I look at her arms.
"You alright?" I ask, grabbing her arm and looking.
"You should've shot him." She tells me.
"Trust me darlin I wanted to. Now tell me are you ok?" I say, ripping a piece of her shirt off and dabbing around the glass to get the blood.
"Yes I'm fine. And jackass! This is my favorite shirt!" I scoffs.
She just got pushed into glass and is crying over a shirt? Good Lord.
"I think the shirt will survive, but you will not unless we take care of this." I say, walking her to the bathroom and setting her on the toilet. I sit on the side of the tub and look and start to slowly take the glass out.
"How'd you know what happened?" Kameron asks, wincing in pain.
"I heard the prick talking to his buddies about stopping your hookups and I followed you both. And here we are." I sigh, grabbing the peroxide.
"Geez. I heard earlier he was talking shit." Kameron sighs.
She seems used to saying that.
"This part is going to hurt like hell." I say, and get ready to pour it on with the cloth under her arm.
"It's alright- fuck!" She clenches her teeth, as I pour it.
I smile but try to hide it.
"You love seeing me in pain huh?" Kameron says, her knee is starting to shake.
"Did it look like I did in the bedroom?" I say, putting my hand on her knee and realizing how wrong that sounded.
She obviously gets the wrong idea and giggles. I shake my head and grab the bandages. I pull her arm to me and gently press down on it so it sticks and I felt something in my stomach that for sure shouldn't have been there. She smells like lavender. It's amazing. I stand and turn away trying to make it look like I'm putting all the stuff away.
"Um could you take me home?" Kameron asks.
"Of course darlin." I say, throwing the cloth in the garbage.
I open the door and put my hand on her back guiding her through the people. We get to my car and I turn and see Ashton.
"Have fun fucking her buddy!" He shouts.
"Thanks I will!" I shout back.
She looks up at me.
"W-what?" She trembles.
"Just get in the fucking car." I groan.
I wasn't being rude. I was just embarrassed. She listened though and I walked to my side.
I start the car and head to my bosses house. He said he had business in Mexico and of course his wife went with him because, along with in the bedroom, they are never apart. So he was going to be gone for awhile that's why I was supposed to babysit Kameron.
"What's your name again?" Kameron asks.
"Elijah. Call me Eli though." I say, stretching my fingers on the steering wheel.
"I think it'll just stay Elijah." She states.
I nod.
"Why'd you say that?" She says.
"Tell you my name? Because you asked darlin." I laugh.
"No you told Ashton you'd have fun fucking me. In my book that doesn't happen." She says, squirming a bit.
"I love that it made you squirmish darlin but that doesn't happen in mine either." I sigh, leaning back.
"It's only 7! God Ashton really made that party stink." Kameron huffs.
"Most women hungry men do that." I laugh, mocking her.
She looks at me wide eyed and covers her face with her hands laughing.
"Hey it was a great example." I smile.
I don't think I've smiled so much ever.
...
"Do you want food?" I ask, looking through there stuff and finding some pasta.
"Sure. I'll eat anything." She says, and walks down the hall.
Obviously to her room. I'm beat to. I make the food and take her plate and walk down the hall.
KAMERON WITH A K is written on the door I walk into. I chuckle at it and look around her room. She is in some grey sweats and a black top now, and is watching Never have I ever. My sister was obsessed with the show. Was.
I set the plate down next to her and she starts eating it not taking her eyes off the TV. I turn to walk out but a hand wraps around mine.
"Don't leave." She whispers.
"Alright darlin." I say, walking around and sitting next to her on her bed.
She yawns.
"How are you... Not tired?" She asks, stretching.
"Insomnia darlin." I roll my eyes.
"Well I hope you sleep tonight." She states.
I nod smiling. She sets her plate on the night stand next to her and snuggles into the bed. Soon she falls asleep and rolls and her head is on my stomach and her arm is around my waist. I need to move her. But I don't want to. I run my hands through her hair and feel my eyes getting heavy. I put my arm around her and close my eyes. I slept great that night.