@ BearGirl
Whenever Bailey snapped at him, it was infuriating. It made Justin want to just lash out. Smack that damn mouth of hers shut, show her who was really in control of this situation. That she better watch that pretty little mouth of hers if she wanted to know what was good for her. That she needed to respect him. He was the only thing that was separating Bailey from being a prostitute out on the street right now, death or who knows what. She should be on her knees thanking him, begging for his attention to keep coming towards her. To protect her, to keep her out of harm's way.
Damn. Justin didn't say anything. His face was void of emotion as he moved towards Bailey. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her. Keeping her arms pressed to her sides as he leaned down slightly so that his mouth was by her ear. "Listen to me very carefully, kid." Justin started, his warm breath tickling her ear. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." He started, then paused as he tried to figure out what he wanted to tell her.
"Sometimes protecting one thing, means having to aline with something else. Something that will tear one's heart and soul apart." Justin paused once more for effect. "If you want to live, you need to be smart, not act like a damn child that's grown up with everything handed to them on a silver platter." Justin didn't know Bailey well enough to know about her upbringing, but he sure as fuck knew about his own. "You are in constant danger now, Bailey. An I can only protect you from so much without sticking my neck out and waiting for a bullet to sever my artery."
Tightening his hold, Justin slid one of his arms up to her body. Tracing his fingers over her stomach, between the crevis of her breasts before resting on her throat. Justin leaned down further so that his head was right next to her ear. This way, she could get a glimpse of his side profile as he gave a light squeeze to her neck. "Call this kidnapping, call this stalking, or whatever. But remember this, you owe me. I've saved your life, I can send you right back there and have you shoving crack up your ass to smuggle into the airports or across borders for a couple of months. Then, when a tiny hole appears accidentally in one of the bags. I won't be there while you overdose all of the sudden and just fall over. Only be cut open like a deer and raided to get the rest of the merchandise out of your body before setting you on fire."
Releasing his hold on Bailey, Justin gave her a small shove away from him. "Grab your shit. We need to get you to your place to collect your ship before you have to work." He told her, not leaving his spot until he saw that she was doing as he had told her.
Whenever Bailey snapped at him, it was infuriating. It made Justin want to just lash out. Smack that damn mouth of hers shut, show her who was really in control of this situation. That she better watch that pretty little mouth of hers if she wanted to know what was good for her. That she needed to respect him. He was the only thing that was separating Bailey from being a prostitute out on the street right now, death or who knows what. She should be on her knees thanking him, begging for his attention to keep coming towards her. To protect her, to keep her out of harm's way.
Damn. Justin didn't say anything. His face was void of emotion as he moved towards Bailey. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her. Keeping her arms pressed to her sides as he leaned down slightly so that his mouth was by her ear. "Listen to me very carefully, kid." Justin started, his warm breath tickling her ear. "You have no idea what you have gotten yourself into." He started, then paused as he tried to figure out what he wanted to tell her.
"Sometimes protecting one thing, means having to aline with something else. Something that will tear one's heart and soul apart." Justin paused once more for effect. "If you want to live, you need to be smart, not act like a damn child that's grown up with everything handed to them on a silver platter." Justin didn't know Bailey well enough to know about her upbringing, but he sure as fuck knew about his own. "You are in constant danger now, Bailey. An I can only protect you from so much without sticking my neck out and waiting for a bullet to sever my artery."
Tightening his hold, Justin slid one of his arms up to her body. Tracing his fingers over her stomach, between the crevis of her breasts before resting on her throat. Justin leaned down further so that his head was right next to her ear. This way, she could get a glimpse of his side profile as he gave a light squeeze to her neck. "Call this kidnapping, call this stalking, or whatever. But remember this, you owe me. I've saved your life, I can send you right back there and have you shoving crack up your ass to smuggle into the airports or across borders for a couple of months. Then, when a tiny hole appears accidentally in one of the bags. I won't be there while you overdose all of the sudden and just fall over. Only be cut open like a deer and raided to get the rest of the merchandise out of your body before setting you on fire."
Releasing his hold on Bailey, Justin gave her a small shove away from him. "Grab your shit. We need to get you to your place to collect your ship before you have to work." He told her, not leaving his spot until he saw that she was doing as he had told her.
February 3rd, 2020 at 12:00am