An Alpha's Desire

Matthew Riggs

"We'll take two slices of pepperoni pizza and a bag of your Doritos, oh and two bottles of water." I told the lady in the food truck.

Her brown hair was graying slightly, I'm guessing she was close to forty. She pushed her large glasses up on her nose as she looked up on the menu before looking back down at me.

"Your total will be $10.21" She told me, her brown almost black eyes scanned Mia and I as she tapped her pen across the counter.

I dug a twenty out of my Jean pocket, unfolded it and gave it to her. She took it and held it up, seeing if it were real or not.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as she put it in her drawer and pulled out my change.

"$9.79 is your change, your pizza will be out in a couple of minutes." She told me before turning around to fetch our waters and Mia's Doritos.

She placed them on the counter before sliding them over for us. I grabbed them and handed Mia her water and Doritos.

Mia grabbed them eagerly before skipping off to a table for two a couple feet away. I watched her as she sat down and quickly opened her bag of chips. She dug in, placing a chip in her mouth. Her eyes lit up as a grin appeared on her face.

Poor girl, it was almost like she hasn't ate in a while. Maybe she hadn't.

"Here's your pizza." The lady told me, interrupting my train of thought. I grabbed both of them before grabbing a couple napkins.

By the time I sat down, Mia was already half way done with her chips.

"These are so good!" She exclaimed, licking off her fingers. I cringed, gross.

I nodded before unzipping my backpack and pulling out my tube of hand sanitizer. I squeezed a generous amount onto my hands before rubbing it in.

"Want some?" I asked Mia. She shrugged before grabbing it out of my hands and squeezing some onto her hands.

Okay then. I grabbed it when she set it on the table and put it back into my backpack and zipped it back up.

"So, Mia. What exactly happened?" I questioned her before taking a bite of my pizza. I resisted the urge to moan, the pizza was honestly finger licking good.

Mia swallowed the last bit of her chips before crumpling the bag up and setting it to the side.

"My mom died when I was born and my dad was killed in a car wreck a year and a half ago." She told me as she set her pizza close to her.

"When my dad died, I was sent to live with my uncle and that is when he started hurting me." She told me as she looked down.

Who could do such a thing? Poor girl.

"He hurt you? How?" I asked her, taking another bite of my pizza.

"He drinks alot..." She whispered lowly.

I cringed, realizing what ever he had done to her had really hurt her.

"So how old are you?" I asked her, taking another bite of pizza.

"13." She told me swallowing the bite of pizza and licking her fingers.

I raised my eyebrows. She's young. Too young to be wondering the streets of New York City.

"How old are you?" She asked me, taking another bite of her pizza.

"I'm twenty." I told her, unscrewing my bottle of water and taking a drink.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Wow, you're old." She told me swallowing her pizza.

I laughed. "That's not that old." I told her smiling.