Remy was light. And she made it far too fucking easy to pull and tug her every which way. She was quiet, thankfully as I pulled her into my cabin.

I walked away, heading to my fridge. I took out a bottle of beer and chugged it, hearing her finally speak again, “Not gonna close the door? Afraid I’m gonna hump you like a dog and take your chastity away?”

The alcohol burned through my chest but it did nothing to quell the fire in me that had started ever since she arrived. “That’s not how to speak to your Sponsor,”

She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Wow, I guess you’re back to being that when you were so fucking ready to ship me to someone I’ve never met,”

I twisted the cap from another bottle and chugged it down, slamming the fridge shut. “Every action has consequences.”

“You’re right. Maybe you forgot to teach me that particularly important detail all those years ago.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Was she blaming me somehow? “What?”

Remy stood, her hands still cuffed to her back and her hair sticking to her face. She looked angry, a different expression from the sly, arrogant one she’s worn since she got here.

I wanted to touch her and see what her reaction would be. She was always so head strong, stubborn. If I—

No. Stop.

“You taught me not to accept bullshit since I was like, what? Five?” She tilted her head. “You said I was a princess, that no one was allowed to treat me without respect. You taught me everything I know and now, when I’m actually a good student, ‘actions have consequences’?”

I set the beer harder than I meant to on the table. “Is that all you wanna fucking remember? What about me telling you to stay the fuck away from me? That didn’t stick?”

Her face puffed up. I could see her all so familiar rage returning and I knew she would have hit me with that stupid bat of hers if she could. “Why the fuck was someone like you even around me when I was five?!”

Jesus fucking Christ. “Someone like me?”

“You are called the Reaper King, so you’re not a fucking saint either,” She yelled. “What? You think being in this club changes all the terrible things you’ve done? Or taking care of the president’s orphaned daughter abstains you? You’re a fucking hypocrite. The fact that I’m such a raging bitch is because you’re a—”

I didn’t know when I moved.

My hand was over her mouth, slamming her to the wall.

Her eyes stared up at me, wide like she was scared. The thought sent a thrill through me. “No one fucking calls me that anymore. And you? The name is ‘Sir’, and you’re going to accord me with respect or you’ll find out why I was called that,”

Her eyes darkened. I felt her mouth slightly open, her teeth grazing the insides of my palm. Tingles spread up my thighs to my balls. I gritted my teeth. “Bite me. I dare you.”

Something flashed in her eyes but she stayed still. The fire in me quietened. Finally.

Then she licked my hand.

I jerked away, a low growl leaving my lips as my head snapped back to her. She was smiling again. “Was that supposed to be a threat? I’m seeing your hard dick and I want you to show me. What are you going to do? Push me to the wall and fuck me till I can barely speak? Or choke me with your cock till I can’t breathe? Because what, the fuck, is so deadly about your cock that I haven’t had before?”

My cock thrummed with life. She looked so defiant. Like she knew everything. I wanted to see her with tears all over her face as she creamed all over my cock, begging me to go deeper as her voice—

No. No. No. Decker. Stop.

“You’re right,” My voice was gruff. “There’s nothing special about it,”

Her smile faltered then quickly, she slammed it back. “That’s not the fucking response you’re supposed to give—”

“You’re right.” I picked up my jacket. “Every mess you’ve made out of your life was because of me. I fucked up by being there. I fucked up by ever coming close to you. What was I thinking? That I could do some good by teaching you the same things that kept me alive?”

Her voice turned to steel. “Where the fuck are you going?”

I ignored her. “It’s why I’m going to speak to your Father. Tell him I’m not being your Sponsor anymore,”

She slammed the door with her feet and stood in front of it. “And I’m the one acting childish? Why is it so hard for you to admit it? You want me.”

Remy looked like a guard dog. Her hair was wild and makeup messy. I wanted to kiss her again because she looked like the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. “I don’t want you.”

“Liar.”

I leaned closer. “Why would I want a girl that keeps running laps around me like a bitch in heat?”

The pain in her eyes appeared instantly. My jaw clenched to stop the apology about leaving my lips. This. This was how it was supposed to be. I kept being kind to her and she kept returning to me like she had no fucking self respect.

The girl I raised was better than that.

And she was better without me.

Her chin trembled just once, she swallowed and stepped out the door. Her eyes blazed with hate. “You’re still such a fucking coward, Decker Kane,”

I looked away. “Wolf would come uncuff you. There’s food in the fridge. Don’t wait up. You have work to do tomorrow,”

As soon as I stepped out the door, her voice came out, “You better not fuck any of those other bitches. I might still be unable to cause you real damage, but I will hurt them.”

My balls tingled again. I slammed the door.

After a few steps away from my cabin, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. “Chrissy. I’m coming to your room. Clean it up before I get there.”

Only half of my cock could go into Chrissy’s mouth. The other half stayed dry, unattended and sending me words of hate regarding one particular person.

Remy wouldn’t have this problem. She’d take it all in even if she stops breathing all because she’s so tough.

Remy wouldn’t look at me expectantly, hoping I tell her how good she was because she already knew my dick belonged to her and whatever she did, I’d take it and fuck her after.

Remy would stare up at me with her big brown eyes and I’ll grab her hair and fuck her mouth while her eyes water and she grinds on my feet like—

My hand reached for Chrissy’s hair and pulled out her head. “Stop.”

She stared up at me. Her makeup was done and she had a ridiculously low dress. And now, a worried look on her face. “Did I… did I fuck it up? I can… I can change, I can—”

I tucked my dick back into my pants before placing my arm over my face. “Go to your bed and sit there.”

I heard her scramble. Maybe she fell, I don’t know. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered because all I could think about was Remy. She had been back for less than a week and she had found her way back into my veins like she never left.

It’s too pathetic even for me.

“Did I… did I make a mistake?” Chrissy’s voice was a tiny squeak. So scared. I took my arm off my face to look at her. She looked small on the bed, her eyes wet. “I can do better. I promise,”

Fucking hell.

I walked up to her and placed my hand on her head. “Do you like icecream?”

Her eyes widened, confused. “Yes… sir?”

“There's a twenty-four hour shop two blocks down. Get yourself whatever you want.” I pulled out my wallet and handed her a hundred-dollar bill. “Take the whole night. Don't come back until morning. You need an alibi anyway.”

I turned to leave then turned back around and said, “You have my kutte for protection. Not for anything else. I should never have put you in this position in the first place and for that, I apologize. Have a good night, Chris.”

As I left, the voice in my head sneered.

Now, she’s gonna think you are actually a good person. Like the reason you didn’t leave her behind is because you want to have your cock so deep into your best friend’s daughter’s pussy that your cum leaks out of her for days—

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I picked it. “She’s alive and well at the cabin, Cole.”

He groaned. I heard his leather chair creak in the background, fought back the urge to laugh as I took out a cigarette and placed it between my lips. “You gotta change that chair or something. Sounds like a dying animal.”

“Maybe you’d remember to gift me a new one for my birthday instead of a fucking lighter. What the fuck I need a lighter for?”

I put my hand into my pocket. Cursed under my breath. “Cause I keep misplacing mine and I’m almost always next to you?”

“Then you’re gonna start handing it over to Remy,”

I threw the cigarette to the floor. “About that—”

“I know she’s a lot to handle, but everyone else is too scared of me to put her in her place. You’ve handled her since she was a fucking kid, you know her better than anyone else.”

The all too familiar feeling of guilt welled up my throat.

Because he was right. I did know her.

When her mother could barely leave the couch because of all the drugs she took, when Cole couldn’t bear staying home because he didn’t want to see his wife in that state, when a little Remy would sit next to her mother’s unmoving body, hungry and asking for food…

Or when she once thought I could feed her somehow even if I didn’t know what to do. Even if Cole had found me on the streets during a run, half-dead and full of rage, and decided I was worth saving.

I owed him everything. My life. My loyalty. My fucking soul, probably.

He was the only person in the world I could call a friend.

Now, he was handing me the one thing I had ever wanted, telling me to keep it safe for someone else. And I couldn’t even fucking do that right.

“She needs her Father,” The words strangled themselves out of me as I looked around the compound. My eyes fell on the cabin. I quickly turned away. “She doesn’t… she doesn’t know you as well as I do. She thinks you’re trying to sell her out. She’s fucking hurt by it—”

“I’m her fucking parent, not her friend. My job is to keep her alive and safe. And thank god, you don’t have that luxury cause it’s fucking hell,” Then he sighed. “If she can… if she can prove how indispensable she is after six months, then we can find a way to protect her permanently cause as much as I want to start a war, there are people also have to protect,”

“She believes you want to marry her off,”

“She can believe whatever the fuck she wants as long as she earns her fucking patch. Your job… your job is to keep her safe, okay? Keep her breathing, out of trouble and from seducing every man around her,”

I cracked my neck. “She’s not seducing anyone.”

“Yes. Cause you’re gonna make sure of that.”

How simple. Protect Cole Calloway’s daughter and stop imagining her crying around my cock. “You must see me as some fucking—”

The words stopped in my throat as I watched my brother jog to me, fear all over his face. And I knew. I fucking knew. “I’m gonna call you back, Cole. Give me a minute.”

And the second I ended the call, spotted the blood on Wolf’s forehead and heard what he had to say, the fire had returned. “What the fuck do you mean she ran away?”