Billionaire Protector - Alexa Hart Page 0,18
my left eye guaranteed it.
Dabbing at the bruise with my finger and some dollar store concealer, I tried to return my face to its normal state. Randall hated it when he saw my bruises. Granted, he had given them to me to begin with, but in his mind – I’d deserved it, he was simply carrying out justice, and I was responsible for hiding the consequences of my duly delivered punishment. Failure to minimalize, if not completely mask the myriad of colors unnaturally decorating my features at any given time only ensured that I would have more bruises to cover shortly.
Today’s art project was turning out to be slightly more difficult than any of the previous. I hadn’t just served Randall the wrong dinner – I had served it lukewarm. It had completely ruined his night – or so he’d told me. He’d then completely ruined my face, and shortly after made sure to remind me that his brother was coming over to “hang” the next day. He didn’t need me looking like a wartime refugee in front of his family.
I could hear the deep voice of his brother, Tim, in the background as I frantically spread more and more makeup around on my skin, knowing that the effort was futile. I needed an actual mask to cover this one up.
“I don’t know why you took in that little bitch anyway, Randy. Women are just one giant pain in the ass. They ain’t worth the shits they take in your shitter,” Tim preached.
“You better watch yer mouth, Timmy. Val just needs a little more time. I’m breaking ‘er in. She’s gonna be a trooper in a few years. And don’t you call my woman shit,” Randall barked back – assumedly defending my honor, which he’d destroyed months ago.
“She’s hardly a woman, Randy. That’s a girl you got. A girl,” Tim returned, not deterred in the least from sharing his deep-seated opinions.
“Yer just jealous cuz I got myself a nice, tight pussy, and you ain’t got shit. Val’s hotter than all your bitches added together,” Randall declared, laughing so loudly that the entire trailer shook.
“I’m tellin’ you, she ain’t worth the hassle. Yer gonna lose your damn mind trying to keep that girl in line. You need you an older one – one with tits that are startin’ to sag and a face that ain’t nobody never wanted to look at twice. Them are the ones that are loyal as fuck,” Tim continued, explaining his taste in women with inspired precision and care.
“Oh, don’t you worry. Val is loyal. She knows I saved her from herself. Probably would have whored herself out eventually – bein’ she’s just a dirt-poor orphan. Owes me the world, that one. And no reason why that pretty face should be givin’ it to the whole town for a few bucks when she can give it to me for a damn roof over her head and food on the fuckin’ table,” Randall seemed to grow angry as he said this, and I cringed, knowing he was thinking of last night’s unacceptable dinner.
“Sure, sure, Randy. Whatever you say. But let’s just say she proves you wrong. Maybe she tries to cut ya in yer sleep or fucks one of the neighbors? She still gonna be yer sweet little angel-face then?” Tim simply couldn’t stop poking the bear. He was enjoying it too much.
“Of course she’ll still be my angel-face, you prick. She’ll just be my deader than a doornail angel-face. Six feet in the ground and sweet as ever!” Randall quipped, and they both burst into laughter, finally coming to a point they could both agree on.
“Well, if ya ever do decide to get rid of her, at least lemme have a little fun before you put her out of her misery. She is ‘bout the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in this hellhole town. Don’t wanna waste that,” Tim suggested, sounding cold and sick and brutal.
“You better not ever say nothin’ like that ever again, Tim. You fuckin’ hear me? I don’t care if I decide to kill ‘er tomorrow – you ain’t never stickin’ that pencil dick anywhere near Val. She’s mine. You fuckin’ understand that?” Randall growled. I knew – incredibly well – that he’d gone from laughter to fury in a split second, and I could only imagine the look on his face.
“Oh, settle down, brother. I’m just kiddin’. Man. You love this girl or something?” Tim needled, apparently not as scared of Randall’s