The Transfer | BOOK 1 ✅

45 - Ass Beating

Last chapter was a little... intimate? Haha I hoped you enjoyed it though. Sorry I haven't updated in a few days, I've been busy!

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When I woke the next morning, Liam was still sound asleep. His arms were wrapped tight around me, his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. His legs were tangled in mine and it felt good. He never let me go during the night. We always slept in each other's arms. It was perfect.

I shifted a little and then I felt it. The stiffness of his pants.

I shot my eyes open and tried to look back. Liam stirred in his sleep and moved a little. I felt his body push a little more against mine and bit my lip.

He was hard against me and he was unaware. But I couldn't say that I hated it.

"Liam," I whispered his name. He stirred some more.

"Liam," I whispered louder this time. He groaned softly. Liam hated people waking him up. He was good at waking up early on his own, but otherwise, he sucked.

"Liam, I have to go to the bathroom," I lied. Liam sighed and kissed my neck gently before he released me. I jumped out of bed and rushed out the room, moving past the bathroom.

I made my way into the kitchen. It was empty as no one was awake yet. It was particularly early and I was awake earlier than usual.

I made myself a coffee and then slipped on Liam's jacket that he had left on the dining table before I headed outside to watch the sun rise.

I stood on the back porch holding my mug with two hands. It was freezing, but oddly I didn't care. The sun rose slowly and cast out some warmth over the whole land, including me. The sky swirled with different colours. It was the best.

I used to get up real early with my mother when I was little to watch the sun rise every morning. It was always so perfect. She'd make me a hot cocoa and we'd sit outside on the outdoor chairs together.

I missed her deeply. It had been so long without her yet it felt like she had only died yesterday. I knew it was because I hadn't gotten over what happened to her. I was hung up on it.

As I watched the sun cast over the woods in front of me, something in the back of my mind told me to go. Walk out into the woods.

I looked around me, looking for something strange. My belly twisted awkwardly and I felt like there was something bad about to happen. I wasn't going to sit back and let it happen.

It was my instinct.

I set my coffee mug down and then walked down the porch. I walked out across the snow and into the trees, disappearing quickly into the woods. The smell of the plants and water filled my nose. The woods were always wonderful in the mornings.

I made my way through the forest, weaving around the dense and wet trees. Everything was beginning to light up, but things were still dark as the thick trees covered the sunlights. The creatures of the forest were beginning to wake, the crickets chirping.

I walked for what felt like hours until I smelt it. Glancing past trunks and branches, I spotted several men, all of them skinny and dangerously scrawny. They had a child with them. But the child wasn't going willingly. The sticks around them broke as they walked, dragging the child along with them.

I sniffed the air to catch a scent of the child, but all I caught were the rogues.

The damn rogues.

What were they doing with a child? Were they going to try and kill it? Kidnap it? I gulped and slowly treaded along behind them. They hadn't noticed me, that was how sick they were. Each of them were surely dying.