Torn Apart

Chapter 11

"You good?" Taker asked me when I joined him in the kitchen. I had a wonderful breath of fresh air after the nice warm bath I had and now it was time for some of Taker's famous food.

"I'm good although I probably should apologize for ruining your other place." I said after combing my fingers through my hair.

He shook his head and placed a plate of steak, mashed potatoes, and corn on the cob in front of me. "No need to apologize…that house was the gang's…"

I giggled, "You dog! You kept me out of this house because you knew I would have a nervous breakdown!"

"Pretty much," he told me before taking a seat adjacent to me. "And now that you've had it…being around you should be a little more interesting again."

I took a bite of my food and chewed it slowly, wondering exactly what he meant by that. Suddenly he began laughing out of nowhere before cutting his steak.

"What's so funny?" I asked. "I haven't heard you laugh like that in a long time."

He sighed and glanced at me. "I just can't wait to see the look on John's face when he realizes you're on my side now…I told him I was going to make him pay and what better way to do that besides attacking his heart…"

I looked down at my food. "I wouldn't say I'm his heart…Clearly Nikki and Levi are."

He shrugged and leaned back in his chair, "Sorry you have to be a pawn in all this Kat. Then again being a pawn should be something you're use to…"

I glared at him, "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?"

He shrugged, "Take it how you want sweetness."

I dropped my fork and sat up straight in my chair ready to grill his ass on a stake. "Ok Taker, let's get one thing straight. You may be in charge of this little operation but you will not continue to play with my emotions."

He sighed and started cutting up his steak, "Shut up and eat your food."

I gritted my teeth and then shoved the plate away from me. The force of the shove sent the plate crashing into his, knocking both plates off of the table. "I'm not hungry!"

"Damn it Kat!" he yelled, "I wasn't done eating that!"

I shook my head and left his presence. How dare he treat me like I was just another piece of his gang! I marched upstairs to his bedroom and sat on his bed, crossing my arms and legs in frustration. He eventually followed me, snatching me to my feet in an instant.

"Listen here you little bitch! I know you've got a new mindset and all…and it's sexy as hell….but I will not let you talk to me like you're the one running shit." He said.

I pulled my arm from his grip, "Get your hands off of me!"

He threw me down onto the bed and get on top of me with ease. I shrieked when he pinned my wrists above my head and stared into my eyes. "Look. I know you're angry to be back in this situation, but things will only start to be different when you stop pissing me off."

"And I'll start acting right when you stop treating me like a prisoner!" I screamed. "Now…get your ass off of me!"

He smirked and then bent down and whispered. "Keep it up Kitten."