The Alpha That Calls Me Pup

Chapter 5: Whoa, There Cowboy

Chapter 5: Whoa, There Cowboy 

EDITED

Waking up to an unfamiliar room was freaky enough, let alone having my wrists and ankles handcuffed to the bed. Looks like someone learned from his past mistakes. Sighing I jangled the cuffs dejectedly, the cuffs biting into my wrists and ankles, knowing that even I couldn't lock pick my way out of this one.

Remind me not to egg on a huge, fairly pissed off, gang leader the next time I decide to get witty.

Then it hit me, that old man! He must have sold me out for a larger wad of bills! I just can't stop running into shady, untrustworthy people day after day.

Groaning in annoyance even I had to give Vasili some props; I never expected him to find me so fast, literally hours after I ran. Honestly, I may be underestimating his intelligence out of pure dislike of the man. But he sure did go the extra mile when handcuffing me to the bed. I guess he didn't want a repeat of what happened in the club; me escaping thanks to my handy dandy bobby pins. There was nothing I could do to release myself so I waited till someone came to release me, if they did at all of course.

In the mean time I decided to look around the room, seeing as I didn't have anything better to do, as I rested comfortably against the black comforter. It was obvious that I was in a man's room, from the dark scheme that dominated the décor. Or perhaps it was obvious due to the large black combat boots sitting on the wooden floor beside what I'm assuming to be the closet. Across from the bed was the door exiting the room, a little ways to the left was a large wooden desk set up snugly in a corner. On the opposite side of the door stood a large wooden dresser, pressed up in the corner diagonally. Vasili's room was rather neat, neater than my last room for sure.

I was happy to see that not even ten or so minutes later Vasili burst into the room, looking pissed as usual, his brown eyes glaring at everything in sight only softening when he spoke to me. For a moment he just stood there, arms crossed defiantly almost as though he didn't trust himself to get closer to me. Cocking my head to the side, leaning further into the plush pillows, I quirked an eyebrow at him in question. Urging Vasili to say something, to do something.

It didn't take him long to oblige my silent request as he stepped closer to the bed before addressing me. "If you didn't run away you wouldn't be handcuffed to the bed, Sylvan." He stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, as though I shouldn't have even tried to run in the first place. Like I was the weird one here.

"If you didn't try to kidnap me I wouldn't have ran away, Dickwad." I paused for a moment, as if I was thinking. "Whoops a slip of the tongue, if you will."

He seemed to be getting happier and happier in my presence! And he made sure to show it when he growled sound loud it shook the walls, before he jumped on me, straddling my hips.

"Whoa, there Cowboy. Don't try to ride a horse that you aren't ready for!" I exclaimed, slightly surprised at how close he suddenly was.

"Be quiet!" He growled out, leaning closer to me. "I was going to welcome you into my home but you keep trying to run away!"

"That kind of happens when you kidnap someone ya' know? You kidnap, they escape. It's kind of this entire bonding process until the cops come and throw your ratchet ass in jail."

His ass was nowhere near ratchet, and that was for sure.

"Just be quiet for once will you! You're always talking, and bitching. Definitely bitching." He huffed out, slightly glaring down at me in annoyance.