Seven Deadly Sins

Getting Even

It's been a week since Seven found me and brought me back to his house. I haven't seen him sense, not that he hasn't tried but I ignore his requests for my company and I don't leave my room. My meals are brought to me. A few times he's set outside my door pleading for me to talk to him and apologizing. Honestly I didn't want to see him or hear his pathetic excuses for his behavior. Bottom line he hit me and is keeping me captive. My heart hurt in so many ways. Do I love him, yes but he's a killer, a drug lord, mafia, smuggler, and no telling what else. Gone was the boy I fell for. Some strange, evil man replaced him.

I was so torn. Even after knowing all this I still wanted him, loved him. My brain and heart were in constant battle. My brain telling me to run, get out. My heart telling me to just love him. Also I feared what would happen if he tired of me. Would he kill me, sale me, just send me away once he was done. Mostly I was terrified of him and his title. Plus staying under the same roof with many killers didn't help my fear. And don't even get me started on Sevens temper. Yes, he's always been hot headed and quick to fight but knowing what he was now upped the ante. Even setting outside my door he would occasionally get frustrated by me ignoring him and throw a tantrum. Telling me if I didn't open the door he'd bust it down or start pummeling his fist upon it.

Two more days passed and oddly enough I hadn't heard from Seven. No standing at my door, no pleading or temper tantrums. Strangely I missed it then it struck me. I was being a little spoiled diva. I secretly enjoyed him groveling for my forgiveness, begging me to come out. That was such a bitch move on my part. It was time to stop acting like the princess he claims I am and face him. It was almost eleven at night and I figured the house would be quiet and everyone in bed. I would seek him out in the morning but for now I had a hankering for a late night snack and I could really use a break from this room.

Cracking the door open, I stuck my head out and peeked up and down the hall. All was dark and empty. Slowly I made my way down the hall toward the staircase. As I descended the stairs I was met by a tall, beefy man. Stopping in my tracks I gasped.  The man looked at me and asked. "Is everything okay miss?"

Noticing I didn't throw a robe on to cover my super short sleeping shorts and skimpy sleeper tank, wearing no bra at that, my cheeks flamed but his gaze never left my face. "I-I was just going to the kitchen for a snack".

Okay, miss. If you need anything I'll be in here and there's other men all around. Just yell".

Nodding I asked. "Where is Seven?"

"Away on business miss. He should return shortly".

Nodding my thanks I made my way to the kitchen. Cupcakes. I needed to make cupcakes, to bake and clear my thoughts. Nothing like baking to do that. I was even more excited about the using the kitchen. Seven had a state of the arc kitchen equipped with high end appliances and three ovens. It took me a bit to locate the ingredients and utensil needed but soon as I did I got to working my magic. I got more excited by the minute when I discovered Seven had the best of the best ingredients. Soon the sweetness of my baking filled the room and I was decorating my first batch when a few men entered. Thankfully I had found a apron that covered most of my front but my bum was still exposed.

"Excuse us miss, but we smelled this wonderful smell and had to come investigate". I saw them eyeing the cupcakes and smiled. "Your welcome to some after they cool".

Within twenty minutes several more men had joined me in the kitchen, all waiting for cupcakes. Eventually we were on first name basis and some were even helping me decorate the goodies. This was a sight to see, these huge, killing men dressed in suits was smearing icing on cupcakes in pinks, greens, yellows, and blues. The kitchen looked liked Easter had exploded as we laughed and joked. I was Showing Donavan how to use the pipe when a deep voice bounced off the walls. "The hell going on here?"

Immediately I knew it was Seven and he didn't sound happy. Glaring over the men he spat "the fuck I pay you for? Definitely not to be some Betty fucking Crocker's".

Feeling bad for the men I squeezed my way through their thick bodies to stand in front of them. It was clear that Seven didn't realize I was in there. His eye's buldged from their sockets as I presented myself. I'm sure I looked like a bag lady with my PJ's on, little apron with flour and a array of icing colors smeared all over me. "It's my fault Seven. I wanted to bake and they wanted to help. I'm sorry".

Looking me up and down he growled "I'm sure they wanted to help. All my men had better leave this room now".

Their feet shuffled quickly to make a exit, however many grabbed up cupcakes to take with them. I swallowed hard as I realized I was alone with Seven. Taking his shirt off he walked over and wrapped it around me. "What are you thinking coming out scantily dressed with all these men here".

"I wasn't aware anyone would be up and I needed to bake".

He glanced around and saw cupcakes everywhere. "I'm sorry. I clean it all up. I didn't mean to get carried away it's just baking is my outlet. It's how I coped when I was at that school. Baking was my peace." I let my words trail off as I realized I was rambling.

Seven looked at me and I feared he was mad but to my surprise he smiled. "Princess it's okay. I don't care if there's cupcakes stacked to the ceiling as long as it makes you happy. My house is yours, do as you wish".

I picked up a bright purple cupcake and held it out to him smiling. Seven laughed taking the cupcake. Taking a bite he moaned. "Damn Lotus, these are like really good. The best I've ever had".

"Shut up Seven" I said pushing his arm. "No really. You should market these for real. I can see myself now getting into the cupcake smuggling business".

I laughed in spite of myself then added. "It would be a lot safer". That sobered both of us and Seven looked at me seriously. "About the other night Lotus, I can't say I'm sorry enough. I never meant to hit you and I feel like shit for it. There's no excuse for what I did so I want make any. But believe me I'm not like your dad or any of them. I want keep you here if you want to go. The door is always open. I said those things out of anger".

Looking at him I knew he was sincere. "It's the other stuff Seven". I said referring to the killing and such.

"I know princess but if you'll give me a chance to explain and show you something maybe you'll have different thoughts on it".

"Like what?"

"Let me take you somewhere tomorrow so you can see for yourself then decide".

"Okay" I said a bit unsure. Seven stepped closer to me and I knew he wanted to kiss me. Grinning I leaned in and just as he neared my lips I smashed a cupcake in his mouth. Looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eye's he rammed his cupcake coated mouth down on mine. By the time we was done we looked like walking rainbows and I squealed as he lifted me up racing toward his room.