My dark secret

Chapter 13

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Trigger warning! This chapter has some depictions of violence but I hope you enjoy it. :)

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Tom

I leave the room before I can change my mind and walk stiffly to the bathroom. Fuck! She was so wet! She was ready for me but my pride had to cock-block me. The way she reached for me, lust very clearly etched across her face, that was almost the end of me.

In the bathroom, I splash cold water on my face and concentrate on my breathing. I can't go out there with a flagpole down my pants.

Thinking about the way she said my name has my cock twitching again.

No. Think bad things, like granny pants, a dog taking a shit or mom and dad doing it. Yuck. Think about what would happen if Catherine's death threats come true. My heart clenches. No, I'll rip their fucking heads off if they touch her. What about the Russians? No, they won't get to her here; she's well protected.

I look down. There. That's done it. I leave the bathroom in time to see Catherine disappear into the main hall.

Catherine

Life at the clubhouse is definitely not boring. Bach is having a great time with the kids, though I have had to tell a couple of them that they can't ride him like a horse.

My favourite ones are the little girls running around in pink leotards and tutus. They make a stark difference against all the bikers wearing black leather.

"Don't you have something better to do?" I ask Tom who's been lurking around me for hours.

"I'm still on bodyguard duty," he says and I smile. It's nice that he's stopped calling it baby-sitting duty.

"Catty!" the ballet girls call, running up to me. "Come do ballet with us!"

I smile down at them. "As you wish," I say quoting The Princess Bride. "Will you be joining us, Tom?" I ask, smiling wickedly at him.

"Oh, yes, Uncle Tom! Do ballet with us!" they chorus.

He begins to shake his head.

"Don't be such a meanie," I taunt him. "Are you really going to refuse the request of so many beautiful dancers?" I ask, gesturing to the girls.

He scowls at me. "Girls, I'm – "

"How about this," I interrupt. "If I beat someone in the ring," I saying nodding in the direction to where the training room is, "you have to do ballet with us."

"Absolutely not! I'm your body guard. I'm here to guard your body, not let you get into fights."

I lean in and whisper in his ear. "Is that all you want to do to my body?"

His cheeks tinge red and I laugh.

"How about this: you can pull me out whenever you want which means I'll have lost. And if I lose, I'll return the favour," I say, dropping my gaze pointedly to his crotch.

I can see the struggle is real and I try not to giggle. Poor boy, he thinks he's going to get a blowjob.

"Who do you want to fight?" he asks, his voice strained.

"Shorty. We've got some unresolved business."

He nods but he doesn't look happy. "If I have to pull you out, I won't later," he says quietly so that the girls can't hear him.

I smile.

"Girls. You want Tom to dance and dance he shall!" I tell them and they start jumping up and down excitedly.

Tom finds Shorty and we go to the ring.

"Here," I say, taking my shoes off and handing Tom my jewellery as I take it off. "If you lose any of this, you will be the next one in the ring."

He laughs. "Kitten, you'd have no chance."

I smile to myself. Now that I've said it, I wonder who would win between the two of us. He is bigger, but I have a few tricks up my sleeve.

In the ring, Shorty squares up in front of me whilst I stand opposite with my arms hanging loosely by my sides in pretty much the worst position to start a fight.

"Fists up goddamn it!" Tom shouts at me but I don't move. I don't want to give anything away just yet.

We have attracted quite a crowd which I wasn't expecting though it's not surprising; people were getting pretty bored.

Shorty feints a few jabs and I only move enough so that he doesn't catch me. It's obvious what he's going for and I wait for my opening. He throws the straight punch I see coming from a mile away and duck and land three powerful hits to his ribs. Out of the three punches, two make a cracking sound.

He screams in pain, not expecting me to have done that. I dance across the stage and watch as he pulls himself upright and raises his fists.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I tell him.

He ignores me and advances. I dance around his hits. He's really not good at this. I was expecting better to be honest. He keeps letting his sides unprotected but I don't want to hit him in the ribs again; I don't want to completely break him. The club might need him. I patiently wait for my next opening and when I see it slam my right hook into his jaw. He goes down like a sack of potatoes.

Around us there is a mix of murmurs and applause. I spin in a pirouette towards Tom who looks stunned and fall into a low penché.

"Looks like someone is going to be dancing!" I singsong.

"Where the hell did you learn how to box like that?" he asks when I get down from the stage.

"My mum's a cop, remember?"

That's not where I learnt to fight, but he doesn't need to know that.

The girls dance around us, happy that their Uncle Tom will be doing ballet with them.

"Wait, wait," I say, stopping and looking at him with a critical eye. "He's missing something, don't you think, girls?"

They giggle.

"I will be right back," I say.

"Where are you going?" they ask, pouting.

"I'm just going to get something," I say, my tone mysterious. "It's a surprise."

I run to the sleeper room where my stuff is and grab a pink velvet headband from my bag.

"Here," I say, showing the girls what I brought for Tom and they laugh hysterically.

He backs away. "No way. Not happening, not ever."

I advance on him. "Aw, don't be like that."

He shakes his head adamantly.

"C'mon. If you don't wear the headband, we'll have to take the issue to the ring ."

He  scowls. "Fine. Give me that," he says, snatching the band from me and shoving it down on his head.

I reach up and take it off, giving him an exclusive view down my top. "No, no, you have to put it on properly." Using the band to push back his hair, I use the time to breath in deep his musky scent.

God, even how he smells turns me on.

When I've finished, his hair is sticking up at all angles and the girls are laughing themselves silly.

"There, now that's how you put a headband on, Uncle Tom."

"You must really enjoy getting punished," Tom says to me as we follow the girls outside where there's more space for dancing.