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  “Yes, I’m sorry you had to see that, and I’m sorry for what I said about when you served . . . I had no idea what you went through . . . and I . . . I’m really fucked up by the stuff I went through. It’s turned me into a bitch, a raging, horrible, nasty, bitch.”

  Needles shakes his head. “Nah, don’t you go doin’ that shit. Livin’ through stuff like that will change you, Flora. It’ll fuckin’ change you, but in the end it’s worth it. I think it somehow makes us better people. Don’t you?”

  I let out a laugh at that. “I think it’s yet to make me a better person.”

  Needles chuckles in response with a nod, “You’re not all that bad.”

  “You’re only saying that because you know a bit about my past now.” I cock a brow, knowing I’m right.

  “Fine, play that card if you want to, but I was bein’ genuine as shit.” I blink in surprise, never anticipating I’d get a compliment from Needles unless it was forced. You know, like when two kids are being nasty to each other and a therapist or parent forces one to say something nice about the other and vice versa.

  “Thank you, I appreciate that.”

  Needles keeps his eyes on mine and stares at me so long I get a little bit nervous. “Somethin’ about you makes me go crazy, Flora, and I can’t quite put my finger on it . . . but you rile me up.”

  “I’m Latina, it’s what we do,” I joke, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

  Needles smiles, giving me a full toothy grin and for the first time ever I think I’ve gotten a real smile from him. Not something that’s been forced. “Do you feel it too?”

  I’m taken aback by his bluntness by going straight to the point, but I appreciate it. With a nod, I confirm what he’s asked me. “Yeah, I feel something.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  If my eyes could show my soul, everyone would cry when they saw me smile

  ~ Kurt Cobain

  Needles

  Fuck. The second I asked her I felt like the biggest damn idiot in the world. I’ve never been the type who ever vocalizes his feelings, but I just fuckin’ did, all because Flora is reminding me of Sarah. Jesus. Even though they went through similar situations, they aren’t the same person and I need to remind myself of that. So, while Flora might be showing me a bit more about her true self, I can’t let myself be fooled. She isn’t Sarah and everything I say to her won’t be safe.

  But sure enough, a small smile tugs at her lips and she nods. “Yeah, I feel something.”

  “I’m gonna be straight with you, I’m gonna kill him for what he did and I’m not bluffing.”

  Flora sucks in a sharp breath. “I . . . thank you.” I give her a nod and she scoots a bit closer to me. She clears her throat. “I have nightmares about him sometimes. I. As much as I want to get him out of my head, I just can’t. He’s haunted me for years.”

  I clench my fist at hearing her admission. Knowing this monster has had a hold over her for years only pisses me off. It makes me want to make his death worse, the most painful experience he’s ever had.

  “Well, he won’t anymore. Don’t let him hold any more power over you. He doesn’t have any. You hear me?” I grab her hand and pull her toward me, wrap my arms around her, and hold her. That’s all I want to do right now. I just want to show her that she’s safe. That she doesn’t need to be scared, that she has someone who will protect her . . . even if neither of us know what this is between us. We don’t need to force shit, but I want to see if this draw between us goes away and we start to hate on each other again, or if this keeps up.

  Flora relaxes her body against mine and tears slide down her face, slowly soaking my shirt. “I don’t k-know why y-you’re d-doing this f-for me. Especially a-after everything we’ve said to each other.”

  I pull her closer against my chest and rub the back of her head. “‘Cause it’s the right thing to do. I’m not gonna let you or let alone any woman feel like this. There’s no reason for it. When it comes to our past, it’s in the past, so don’t bring it up again.”

  Flora nods and relaxes against me. She slowly rakes her hand over my chest, feeling my abs underneath my shirt and her sharp fake nails scrape against my body and I’m kinda taken aback I can feel these daggers of hers through my shirt. Is that normal, or does she have some special nail lady or something? Fuck, women shit confuses the hell out of me.

  “I’m glad you’re not holding the past against me,” Flora mutters her whisper out against my chest.

  Snaking a hand around the back of her head, I grip her hair and force her to look at me. “Little girl, I told you to not bring it up, and I expect you to listen.” Her mascara runs down her cheeks and her cherry red lipstick is slightly smeared. But these deep chocolate eyes of hers, so big and full of mystery. I get lost in them and while I’d never admit it to the guys, she’s got somethin’ a bit special about her. It’s probably why we never got along at first. Hell, maybe I should’ve fucked her ages ago. “Only worry about what’s in the moment, not the past, not the future. And right now, we’re good, yeah?”

  “Yeah,” she whispers.

  I bring my lips down onto hers, kissing her in a sensual manner opposed to the way I’ve kissed her in the past. Every other time I’ve been a hungry savage, a primal beast, but this time I don’t want to be any of that. I want to feel her quivering against me, to feel her make the moves when we’re not rushed, when we’re not in the heat of the moment. Right now, it’s her and I and we don’t have a ticking clock. Fuck, we have all the time in the world.

  But I don’t want her thinkin’ I’m a horny slimeball, so I take my lips from hers and hold her against me, reach for the remote, and press play on her movie.

  “Do you want me to start it over again?” Flora asks in a sweet manner.

  “No, I’ve seen it already, but I fuckin’ love Borat so it’s all good. Just lay here with me,” I say, holding her securely against me as I lean back against the cushions of the couch.

  “What about the party?” Flora questions with a raised brow.

  “I’m right where I wanna be. Do you wanna go to the party?”

  Flora shakes her head. “No, a quiet night in might be just what I need.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  She’s strong, but she’s exhausted

  ~ Unknown

  Flora

  Opening my eyes, I wake up in Needles arms. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I look around the room and see we’re in my bedroom, but I don’t remember coming in here. I place my palms on the bed and rise up a bit, yawn and stretch, trying to remember what happened.

  “I just got your ass in here and now you decide to wake up,” Needles grumbles from beside me. I can barely see him from an outside light shining in through my window. Add in the fact my room is in the basement and it makes it more difficult.

  “We fell asleep?”

  “Obviously, Flora, damn. C’mon, let’s go back to sleep, I’m exhausted.” Needles reaches for my hands and pulls me against him.

  “You carried me in here?” I ask, figuring he probably did.

  “Mhm, you’re a thick bitch and I love that about you. Don’t think I’m not strong enough to handle every inch of that ass, ‘cause little girl, I am.”

  “Well, obviously if you got me in here.” I’m not obese by any means, but I’ve got thick thighs, a bit of a tummy, big boobs, and wide hips. I won’t lie about the fact I use a waist trainer to try and help me with my tummy, but, I’ve always been a bit self-conscious about my self-image until about a year and a half ago when I started working in the porn industry. Porn gave me a higher sense of self confidence, and it’s really what I needed at the time. It’s like some women who go to pole dancing classes to feel better about themselves. Riding cock makes me feel in control, like I’m the one in power. In hindsight I know it’s because I didn’t have control over myself for months. But that’s a reverse psychology bit I won’t get into right now.

  Needles runs his hand over my ass, pulls my t-shirt dress up, and gr
abs a handful of ass. I probably have five or six handfuls of ass just for one cheek. Like I said, I’m a bigger girl. About five-eight at two-hundred-and-fifty pounds. “You’re beautiful, and I hope you don’t doubt that for a second,” he tells me in a sweet manner.

  I lean in close to him and press my lips against his forehead, and then his lips. Needles kisses me sweetly, before he brings his hand around my waist and pulls me on top of him. His kiss shifts to passionate opposed to hunger-filled which is what I’m used to from him.

  He runs his hands up my stomach, pulling my shirt up with it. I put my hands in the air and toss it onto the floor. His hands go over my lace bra and he kneads my nipples between his finger and thumb. I moan into his mouth and he kneads them even more, causing my core to fill with heat.

  I know I’ve screwed him two times already in the past few days . . . once today . . . but I want him more. It’s like my body screams for him, and here I am, grinding my pussy against his groin. His cock rises to attention and he groans, pulls his lips from mine, and yanks the cup of my bra down. Needles suckles my nipple into his mouth and twirls his tongue around my hardened bud, then goes to my alternate breast.

  I rake my hands down his chest, pulling his cock from his boxers, and slowly lower myself down onto his cock. Needles is fat and thick. He’s not overly long, but when he fucks me hard, I always feel his head slamming into my cervix. As much as I love it in the moment, it leaves me a bit sore afterward.

  Easing myself onto him, I slowly roll my hips, urging his cock to give me what I want. I don’t want rough and nasty right now. What I want is sensual, I want to feel him take his time. I want to have his balls in my hands as he shoots his load inside me. I want his lips on my skin and to feel the way it’s like when we don’t have a camera recording, when we’re not in the heat of the moment.

  More importantly, I want to know what it feels like after we’ve had heart-to-hearts today.

  I’m not blind to the fact Needles and I have had major issues up until the past few days. Call me overly optimistic, ‘cause I am. But like he said, I’m not going to go looking in the past. The only thing that matters right now is the now.

  I won’t even lie. I’ve never been more conflicted. The past would prove we can’t stand each other, but the present is proving something so much more different. Yet, something tells me we’re just getting started.

  I’m going to take it day by day and see where this leads. I won’t expect anything from him, but I’ll enjoy every moment we have together, whether it’s rushed and heated, or slow and sensual. But right now, I’m going to ride his cock until the sun rises, slowly teasing him all night long, begging me to let him come.

  Chapter Seventeen

  To understand another person, you must swim in the same waters that drowned them

  ~ Unknown

  Needles

  I left Flora alone in her bed this morning but made sure to cover her up with her comforter before I left. Now I’m in the clubhouse, staring at the man who is the sole reason so much pain was brought into her life.

  “You’re doing all this for a bitch,” Mario spits blood out from his mouth onto the concrete floor. Before I went to see Flora last night I asked Gamble to make sure someone kept him up all night long, making sure he didn’t pass out, that he felt some sort of pain as much as possible. I could tell from the way she narrowed her eyes in on me she wanted to ask a million questions about why it was so important to me, and once I make up my mind on things . . . I’ll tell her. Seriously, whether I want Flora to be my main bitch I fuck, or my ol’ lady, I’ll tell Gamble.

  I shake my head as I walk up to Mario and grab this pathetic fuck by the throat. “No, I’m doing this for a woman who didn’t deserve an ounce of what you were giving her. She isn’t the one who stole the drugs from Deo’s father. It was never her cross to bear, so why make her suffer for the actions of another?”

  “Luis ordered it, he thought Benita would crack and give up her father . . . but that bitch is more stone cold than her cousin. She never once cracked. She protected him until the end. And they got out just in time. Luis had just given me the order to kill them both the following day. What lucky bitches for Deo to go in and set the little birds free,” Mario cackles, spitting more blood on the floor.

  I walk to the tray beside him, looking at the materials laid out. A combination of surgical instruments, pliers, needles, scalpels, and more. I pick up a pair of pliers and approach him, force open his mouth even though he struggles and grab the first thing I can, yanking with all my might while he screams. After a second, I’ve removed a tooth and thrown it out on the floor.

  He’s strapped down to the metal chair and I crane my neck. “I don’t have much time, but I’m going to make you pray for death. If you thought what you did to Flora was bad . . . just wait. I’m going to make things far worse for you, and I’ll enjoy it. Do you know why they call me Needles, Mario?”

  “No, and I don’t fuckin’ care!” He spits more blood out onto the floor and while his mouth is open, I stick the pliers back in his mouth and grab another, pulling with all my might until it lets loose. “Argh!” Mario screams, white knuckling the metal arms of the chair he’s strapped to.

  “It’s not only for my love of tattoos, but one of my favorite ways to kill people is by inserting thousands of needles into their body, until they become infected and their bodies go septic. As you can imagine, it’s quite painful . . . but I don’t know if I’m going to kill you this way. I’m going to have my fun with you, for a long, long time. Only a trusted few will know, but you’ll be moved to a building deep in our property here. Either me or one of my trusted men will come out to see you, but when you see us you won’t be happy, you’ll hate your life because you’ll never know what’s coming.”

  Mario sneers, not giving a damn about the couple teeth I took from him. “I’ll get out, and I’ll grab you first. I’ll make you watch as I fuck Flora, and then I’ll kill her in front of you. I’ll kill everyone you’ve ever cared about here, and then I’ll go and kill the man who handed me over like an unwanted dog.”

  What he’s saying is fuckin’ hysterical. “It’s adorable you think you’re getting out. Ever seen Ratched on Netflix? The building I’m putting you in is better than what they had her psycho ass brother in. You’re never getting out, Mario, and if by some chance you do, it’ll be in a damn body bag.”

  “Pathetic son of a bitch. You can’t kill me now and stop with the theatrics? Pitiful.”

  I grab this slimy fuck by the throat and tighten my grip. “I will take as much time with you as I can, just like you did with her. You won’t rush me, or what I plan on doing to you. As far as she’ll be concerned, you’re already dead . . . but you won’t be. Not yet. Not until I’m done with you. And I don’t plan on being finished with your ass for a long, long time. So, get ready, Mario, prepare yourself for what’s coming.”

  “It’s you who should be preparing for what’s coming.” Mario thrashes in his chair, trying to seem intimidating, but he looks just as a man on death row would—pathetic and defeated.

  I’m thankful to Gamble for keeping this secret for me, and for allowing me to have my revenge, as much or as little as I see fit. She only asked one thing of me, that I don’t allow my extracurricular activities with Mario to distract me from the club issues we have going on right now.

  Our first priority is figuring out what’s going on with Marcus and the Beasts of Brutality. Everything else is on the sidelines compared to that. But it doesn’t matter, me and a few of my boys will make sure Mario doesn’t feel forgotten.

  “She your woman or something?” Mario asks, but he’s in no position to be asking me any questions.

  Yet, his question makes me wonder if she is, or if she will be.

  Chapter Eighteen

  You only know part of me. I am a universe full of secrets

  ~ Quotes ‘nd Notes

  Flora

  Two Weeks Later . . .

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�What’s the deal today?” I look over to King, who’s scanning his eyes over the paper endlessly. He has a desk here in the studio. It’s where he keeps scripts, notes, movie ideas, all of that stuff. I’m here because we were scheduled to shoot today for a new movie, but I didn’t get a script and I kind of wondered if me hanging out with Needles was messing with my work.

  “Tryin’ to figure out what we’re gonna shoot today. We haven’t done any of that fake realtor shit, so we could go for it. You want me to be the realtor, or do you wanna do it?”

  I furrow my brows together. “Why are you acting weird?” In all the films I’ve shot with King, he gives me the script days in advance and has already picked out what we’re recording. He’s not the type who’s ever unprepared, and he’s certainly not the type who’s last minute to make decisions. “King, what the hell is going on?”

  King finally looks at me and puts the papers down on his desk. “Flora, I feel like there’s a huge elephant in the room here.”

  “Elephant? An elephant couldn’t fit in the room.”

  He puts his hand in front of his face and groans, “It’s an American expression, fuck. I’m trying to say there’s something we’re both avoiding talking about.”

  “There is, ‘cause it’s news to me.” I make my feelings apparent as hell. I hate when people do stuff like this, whether it’s a man or a woman. When someone doesn’t get straight to the point it’s aggravating.

  His eyes widen and he grumbles something under his breath that I can’t make out. Finally, he clears his throat. “You know.”