I liked it. I’m almost pissed that she interrupted us because I saw that flicker in Kyza’s eyes again. I know she keeps it locked up tight.
“Thanks Nikki. Tell your dad I said hi,” I tell her as I grab the key from her, grab the cuffs, and pull Kyza back outside.
We helped Nikki’s dad out in the past. Well, I guess I should say Viking did back when he wanted to buy this place. Viking knows him from some shit that went down years ago, but I don’t even know that story. All I know is that I’ve been here more than once to help get it cleaned up.
“Bring your captives here often?” Kyza sneers acting like a brat. I like it. I like seeing her like this.
“It’s been a while. Go around back while I move the bike,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes at me and walks toward the back of the building. A few people linger as I push the bike with my feet. I don’t need any surprises from her. She does it though. She still manages to surprise me.
“Hey. I’m Kyza. I’m a kidnapped queen. Feel free to report this. Please?” she announces with a smile holding her arms up so that they can see her cuffs.
I laugh. It’s a real fucking laugh too. It’s been too fucking long since that’s happened and it’s almost scary that I’m doing so now. The guys smoke their cigarettes. They’re not paying much attention to her as Kyza keeps walking.
“You can laugh? I had no idea that was possible,” she smirks.
I roll the bike to a stop and climb off.
“I wasn’t aware you had jokes either.”
I leave the helmets on the seat and lead her toward the room. Once I have the door open I usher her inside. Kyza walks over and drops onto the bed on her back and sighs. I shrug my cut off, toss it to the chair with my keys and wallet, and sit down in the chair next to the bed.
“You hungry? I can order somethin’.”
She nods her head as her eyes drift closed. She doesn’t bitch or say a word about still being cuffed. She just closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. I call and order a pizza before I head to the bathroom for a shower.
I think while I’m bathing. I think about why I brought her along for this. What am I doing with her? I’m not sure I understand any of this yet, but I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon either. I want her to see herself. I want her to be who she was meant to be. I don’t know why I want all of that, but I can feel that she needs it. I want to be the one to show her. She’s isn’t any different than me. I know that and I think it’s why something in her calls to me.
I climb out of the shower when I hear a knock on the door. I tie the towel around my waist and move quickly through the room to grab my wallet. I look over my shoulder to find her still sleeping.
“Hi you ordered pi-,” the words die in the girl’s throat as she looks at me.
Same shit. Her eyes wander over my body, but linger on my scars. I don’t think about it, but the way her face scrunches up pisses me off.
“Here,” I say harshly and shove the money at her.
“What happen-,” but before she can get another word out Kyza is on her.
Even handcuffed she is taking the girl on. She has a handful of the girl’s hair and is tugging her head back as I watch in complete awe.
“What the fuck is with you? First you’re eyeing him and then you have the balls to ask a stupid question?”
I can see that we’re drawing a crowd of some of the other guests. Kyza is shaking the hell out of the girl when I move to grab her around the waist.
“Easy killer,” I tell her with a laugh. “Let her go.”
Her hands only tighten more as she tries to fight me off.
“You crazy bitch.”
I almost laugh when Kyza kicks her in the ass. I have a tight grip on her, so there’s not much more she can do.
“Let her go scrappy,” I whisper in her ear.
She finally listens to me and lets her go. I don’t check to see if the girl is okay. I just keep