Devin's pov:
*knock knock*
"Come in!" I yelled not taking my eyes off of the computer. I knew exactly who it was
"Boss, the girl is in the car" Hunter says sticking his head in the door of my office
"Alright, I'll handle it" I said getting up from my chair and heading out the door making sure I locked it before leaving. I don't need any of my gang crews to show up here looking through my shit. I trust them but I also have to keep an eye out.
I opened the car door and noticed a pale, petite girl knocked out cold in the back seat. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her, holding her limp body, one arm braced around her back while the other cupped beneath her legs and carried her inside the house. She was like a feather, lightweight.
I groaned in disgust extending my neck away from her, she smelled like a trash bag or decaying meat, like alcohol and vomit.
I walked up to my room and gently placed her on the floor while taking a closer look at her. I realized this is the slick mouth, yet innocent girl who bumped into me and spilled her basic white girl drink all over me.
For whatever reason I felt the need to keep her in my room instead of anywhere else in this house, I didn't want any of my crew to see her and try to take advantage of her. But if she was going to be staying in my room, in my bed, she has to be clean. I began pacing around the room contemplating whether I should change her puked clothes or not. I mean the stench of her clothing was stuck in my nostrils. It was the kind of smell that clings to your olfactory senses even long after you've left the scene.
Taking a seat on the floor beside her, I pulled her body up at the waist so she was half positioned in my lap. I pulled the string of her dress loose, sliding it off of her, releasing her breasts. I gulped down saliva, she wasn't wearing a bra. The sight of her rosy pink nipples stirred something within me. My cock hardened and my mouth salivated. I examined her face, loving how innocent she looked. My knuckles brushed against her cold pale skin as I took a deep breath trying to calm the erection that urged me to push forward, to take.
I got up walking towards my closet and taking out one of my white t-shirts and walked back to the unconscious beauty spread out across the cold concrete floor and placed the shirt over her head, sliding it all the way down her body as it ended around her mid thighs. I placed her on my arms and carried her to my bed moving her towards the middle tying her small wrists against the bed frame. I could see the blue veins that ran down her arm, they made her seem fragile somehow. The reason for why I was tying her is because I didn't want her running away and telling the cops what she saw tonight while I slept.
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Rose pov:
My eyes fluttered open as they tried batting away the burning sting. My throat felt hoarse like I've been screaming for hours and my breath has the after taste of sour alcohol. And on top of all that every part of my body hurts, I couldn't quite asses the origin of the pain though.
I felt my breathing become heavy because I couldn't see anything and realized I'm not home. I was in a pitch black room with my hands tied to what it feels like a bed frame, the grip is so tight, I could barely feel my wrists. I'm definitely going to get rope burn. I tried to untie my hands but it was impossible, I shifted my body against the bed and nothing. There was no escaping. My cheeks stained with the endless stream of tears from my glossy eyes, enduring the emotional pain that continued to engulf me.
