Taken

Chapter 5

"Take him to the warehouse. Don't talk to him, just stick him to a chair and I'll be there tomorrow morning." Ezra has been on the phone for a little while now. We've been off the expressway for maybe half an hour. I'm tired, hungry, and I just wanna go home.

"Ezra?" My voice is hoarse and extremely low. I'm not sure that he heard me until he turns to face me with a softened look on his face.

"Yes, Babygirl." Ezra says, directing all of his attention to me. 

"Can I get some food?" I ask, pulling his jacket tighter around my body.

"What do you want to eat?" He questions. "I'll have someone grab it and bring it in."

This man goes from spanking me to giving me choices. Shit if I had a real choice then I would've been home all fucking ready.

"It doesn't matt-" My voice cracks. I take a breath, trying to give myself a second. "It doesn't matter." My throat itches like crazy.

"How about Chinese food?" I nod at his suggestion. "When we get to the house, you could take a shower and I'll bring the food up when it gets there." His voice is soft as he talks to me. He begins to type away on his phone before turning back to me.

"I don't have any clothes." My eyes move down to his jacket that's shielding me from him.

"Don't worry." Ezra slides over, next to me and reaches for me. I watch his hands, not knowing what I should do. Should I accept his embrace or should I fight to stay away from him? I close my eyes to make my decision.

For some reason, I'm not scared of him right now. In the darkness, he seems more assuring than the darkness behind me. He's comforting to me right now and that's what scares me. This man just dragged me out of my best friend's family house, and now I'm sitting in the car in only a jacket while trying to see if I should move closer to him. What the heck is wrong with me? Should I run into the darkness or towards comfort? That the big question.

A warm hand moves up and down my thigh. A shaky breath escapes my lips as my eyes snap open. I'm already straddling him with my face in his chest. My body has already made a decision for me.

"Can I go home?" As the question leaves my mouth, his hand stops moving on my thigh.

"We'll be there in the morning." He says pulling me tighter to his chest as the car comes to a stop. I hear Brody's door opens and closes his door before coming around and opening the door next to us. I go to make a move but Ezra doesn't let me move. Ezra moves to get out of the car with me pressed against him and carries me through the double doors. 

"I could walk, you know." I groan, pushing at his chest. Ezra doesn't stop walking as I protest against him.

"You don't want me getting another glimpse of your birthday suit do we?" Ezra's voice is raspy and playful. I shiver at the sound. My eyes snap up to see him looking down at me with a daring look runs through his eyes. If this would have been any other way that we met, I'm ninety-five percent sure that I would've been pregnant by now. How in the world does he smell so damn good? My hands grip his jacket tighter around me, hiding what he's already seen. "I might just take a nibble or two." His chest rumbles with laughter. 

"P...Perv." I cough out, rolling my eyes at him. "Hurry up, I wanna go to eat and go to bed." Ezra's hands move under my ass, lifting me up. My legs wrap themselves around his waist as my hands grip his shirt for dear life, hoping I don't fall.

"Don't worry I'll never drop you." Ezra mumbles as I press my face into his chest. Ezra stops walking and the sound of a door slams behind us.  I take this time to lift my head from Ezra's chest. The room is huge. A huge bed lines against the wall, in the center of the room. Maybe bigger than a king-sized bed. There's a huge tv directly in front of the bed, just over a white-bricked fireplace.

"The shower is right through there." Ezra says, pointing to the door to my left. "Go ahead and I'll have someone bring up your food and get you some medicine. Everything you need is in the bathroom." Ezra pulls me down so I could stand up on my own.

"And tea." I add, walking into the bathroom.