Stalking the Dancer || 18+

Part Eleven - No

"That's where we're going? To beat people up?" 

Her eyes are so innocent and open, I hate to do this to her today, of all days. I wasn't expecting our conversation at breakfast to go so well. It left me feeling like a real asshat for forcing her to come along with me today, but I've already cleared it with Prez and Skull. Plus, it would be a bummer for her to miss this one. I have a feeling it's gonna be lively.

"A person, yes." 

The fear that I hate so much floods her eyes, but she doesn't try to move away from me. "Why do I have to go with you?" She speaks cautiously, afraid of saying something that might set me off. I'm not too fond of that, but I'll have to deal with it later. "Because you need to know who I am before you decide to stay with me." 

Her face scrunches like she's smelled something foul, "So you're planning to make me watch while you beat the shit out of someone? Makes sense." Her eyes roll dramatically. I fight the smile threatening the corners of my mouth, she's a real spitfire. "Somethin' like that."

"Goddamnit, Billy! You'll traumatize her." Ray can't keep his big mouth shut for shit. "She's a strong woman- aren't you, Doe?" Those deep green pools stare up at me, teeming with fear and curiosity. I know she'll decide to come on her own, she's done a good job hiding her interest in me so far, but not good enough to fool me. Over the past few days, her fight has slowly melded into the same weak struggle she gives when she's pretending to oppose something. She doesn't go rigid in my arms, not unless something scares her- but she's not scared of me.

I know she'll come.

She has to come.

Her auburn waves bob as she nods her head at me and it takes all of my willpower to fight the hard-on threatening to rise in my slacks. She looks worried, yet she's not backing down from me. I can't rip my eyes away from her. "See, Ray?" Judging by the frustrated grumble coming from across the kitchen I'd assume that he isn't thrilled by Dorothy's willingness to walk directly into a raging fire, but today it's my saving grace. I don't know if I'd be able to drag her along if she put up a real fight and a lot is riding on this today. 

"I'll go with you, then." His tone carries a finality that I'm not fucking with today. This is about Dorothy understanding who I am and Ray being there will be nothing but a distraction for the both of us. "Hell no you won't. He's all mine today, Skull said so. You know how I feel about sharing." My eyes narrow at Dorothy as I grit out the last sentence, hoping that I never have to elaborate further. I'm a selfish motherfucker in all aspects of my life and that's the way I like it.

"We gotta get, Doe. We're already running late for the morning maulings." I throw her my best devilish grin and watch it land as heat burns at her cheeks. Before Ray can continue his protests I grab her hand and pull her out of the kitchen and down the hallway until we're through the front door. I don't stop walking until we're next to my bike. She's light as a feather when I pick her up and sit her on the leather seat, then I watch as she reaches for the helmet and tugs it down onto her head. I can't help the way my cock twitches at the sight of her on my bike, I'll never get used to it. 

Thirty minutes later, we pull onto the small gravel lot outside of the old mill. The water has receded over the years, creating a muddy pit where the river used to run. The building has been abandoned for years, with rotting wood and rusty nails holding the structure together loosely. The abandoned look is an appealing factor, but the cement basement with a floor drain was what sold it for the Club when they bought the place. 

We roll to a stop and I wonder if I should say something, or explain myself to her before I drag her into an experience she won't be able to take back. A good man would worry for her emotional well-being, he would take her back home to be safe and ignorant. That's just not the man I am.