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Stolen Souls

Chapter 12

"Magnolia, what time are you leaving for work?" I yelled toward the bedroom. I had no fucking idea what she was doing in there, but she got aggravated during play time and cut herself off from me. So she could stay cooped up in the bedroom while I owned it out in the living room. The thing was, you just didn't mess with a man and his Madden. Not to mention when a fucking eleven-year-old, pubeless son of a bitch playing as the fucking Cowboys was beating you by two touchdowns, a field goal, and a fucking converter. Who the hell went for the second point? A fucking pubeless son of a bitch who thought the Cowboys were god and called himself TPDATASS99 was who.

"Take it, take it, bitch!" I boomed into my headset as Cutler sunk a side pocket, my left leg kicking off in the air in pure, sweet victory. It was beautiful, better than a fucking wet pussy, a rolled joint, or a scoop of Neapolitan. Yeah, I said Neapolitan. What, a guy couldn't have a thing for ice cream?

"Who tapped dat ass, son? That's right, bitch, swallow! Gulp that shit down!" Cowboy didn't say shit. And my hand was fist pumping in the air when the kick was good. My Bears were making a comeback, baby, and my fifty-four inch plasma was displaying the win proudly.

"Baby, I'm tying it up!" I yelled toward the room, my head turned to my left and looking over my shoulder quickly. What the hell was she doing in there anyway? "Hey, Sugar Plum, what the fuck are you doing?" Hmm, I wonder if sugar plum is a real flower. "Babe, is a sugar plum a flower?"

"Emmett, shut up and play you little boy game!" she yelled back from the room. God, I fucking loved her.

"It's not a little boy game. This is a fucking man's game. Now get your sweet ass out here and cheer for me! Put on something short and skimpy."

"Then why a little boy beat you, idiot?" I wanted to have her children.

"Get the fuck out here!" And when I heard the door slam, I knew I won. But when she stood over the micro-suede couch with her arms crossed over her bare chest in nothing—seriouslynothing—on, I quickly realized that she won. I would have fucking cut out my own kidney to give to her if she asked for it.

Licentiously, I let my big, brown eyes linger over every inch of exposed skin. In my best innocent voice, I tried to talk her. "Aw, baby, so nice of you to join me. Do you wanna play, Sugar Plum, flower of my eye?" I asked as I lifted the controller up to her. Debonair-like, I batted my eyelashes at her and all but forgot about the game; who cared, I was losing anyway. My tongue made laps around my lips just watching her scowl and shift from hip to hip.

The sun from the open window outside to the left of the living room made her skin glow, and I loved her even more. Only my Rosie would stand in front of an open window butt-ass naked and not bat a lash. Modesty seriously wasn't a word she knew; that, and she was an exhibitionist too.

"Emmett, what you want?" she asked, huffing in front of me with nothing but the beautiful body that heaven blessed her with and that accent that drove me insane. With a smirk and a mischievous glint in my insinuatingly sinful eyes, I tossed the controller aside and lifted my left hand to flick her bare clit in front of me. Her baby blues widened and I smiled when I did it again.

"Come here," I said in a voice that was already heavy, as I motioned with my head for her to take a seat. Her long golden locks shook out around her when she pouted her lips and mouthed 'no.' "Is that how you want to play this, Water Lily?" And this time, I cupped her and then squeezed.

"Emmett, stop!" She even feigned trepidation, motioning to the open window with her eyes.

"Then get your ass over here," I said, refusing to let her go, and the smile she was trying to hide was fucking hilarious. She was so much more beautiful when she let herself go. I wish she knew she didn't have to be hard all the time. One of the best things about my Rosie was her hidden playful side; why she felt the need to hide it was beyond me. I loved it. Again she mouthed 'no.' So I squeezed tighter. And she squealed and her thighs quivered. The arms that she had crossed over her chest were losing their grip, and I knew she knew that I felt the wetness and warmth beginning to accumulate on my palm.

Fuck, I could even smell her arousal from where I was sitting, since I was so close.

"I think you want to get over here," I said as I turned toward her fully on the couch and brought my right hand to where my left was. Her eyes had darkened considerably and all that was visible there was the desire. She was so ready. But still she mouthed 'no.' So with both of my hands, I spread open her thighs, which was entirely too easy for someone who was supposed to be resisting me.

"You want me to touch you, baby?" I asked sinfully.

She bit her lip and her eyelashes fluttered when I started massaging the top of her thighs with both hands, only to lightly graze where she wanted me most with my thumbs. She was so wet that her juices were already practically coating my hands on her thighs, but I still only feathered past where she was aching. Her hips were trying to find my hands when they weren't making contact. Her breathing picked up and her hands were trying to slyly tease her nipples that were already standing tall for me. My smile rivaled the Joker's as I continued to torment her.

"Tell me you want me to touch you," I slurred, covered in my own lust for her. I could feel my throbbing cock begging to be let out of the jeans that were too tight now. Her head rolled back when my thumb lightly grazed her clit before continuing to massage her thighs. My mouth was watering. The sight of her body seeking out my hands and the smell of her desire for me was intoxicating, and I wanted her.

"Damn it, Emmett! You already there, just touch it!" she growled, exasperated, as she tried to push her pelvis into my fingers again, her hips moving in circles to find the relief they desperately needed. Fuck, even my hips were moving in the same damn circles as hers. Rosie drove me crazy. She was burning to feel the pleasure and warmth from her core spread all over her body, and I just kept smiling while I teased her more. With one hand still on her thigh, I used the other to unbuckle and zip down my pants. My rock hard erection couldn't take the confinement, and I had to stroke it once it sprung free. Her glassy, blue eyes only darkened more as she licked her lips. I knew I had her.

"Just tell me you want me to touch you, baby, and I'll make you feel good," I said while I stroked myself and continued teasing her with my thumb. "Say what I want to hear and I'll make you feel real good, baby." Her moan had my cock pulsating in my hand and I had to groan.

"God, Emmett, please," she said softly, practically breathless.

"Please what, baby?" Since she was playing along, I let my thumb finally rub her clit once in a full circle. She quivered and her hips pushed against my hand more.

"Please make me feel good," she begged. You don't have to tell me twice.

I shoved my thick thumb in her throbbing wet entrance. I pushed it in and out while she panted along with my plunging. Before jumping up off the couch, I removed my thumb from her warm center. By her waist, I grabbed her and threw her down on the couch. She looked up at me for a split second before I draped one of her long legs over the edge of the couch and the other on the floor, opening her up completely to me. Her hand dove into her own hair and I watched her pull it before closing her eyes.

Positioning myself in front of her soaking pussy, I plunged two fingers into her aching entrance and she arched in the air. With my tongue, I teased her clit, tasting her. A taste that drove me wild, better than fucking Neapolitan. And her smell engulfed me and all I wanted was all of her. I sucked ravenously on her clit while my hand pumped faster into her.

"Oh God! Emmett, like that . . . more!"

I growled and kept up the rhythm that was making her come undone, and soon I felt the beginning of her walls clenching and I pumped harder before nibbling on her swollen clit. She screamed when she came for me, but I didn't give her time to catch her breath because I quickly pulled my fingers out of her to drive my painfully aching cock into her tight hole. And I pounded until I saw stars.

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"Hey!" she yelled after the blazing ball leaving the club. The girls never usually came out of the club and so I took careful note of what was going on in front of me. If I didn't have the group of guys trying to get in, I would have gone to make sure everything was alright. So instead, I kept a watchful eye on what Pixie was doing. "Hey, Edward!"

The redhead turned around; it wasn't really red hair but it wasn't brown either. It was a douche fucking color. But he looked at her with hesitation, like he had no idea what she wanted. The way he swayed as he turned around was almost like he didn't want to stop for her but felt he had to.

When she caught up to him, all I could hear her ask was if some guy was okay; I think she said Jason, or maybe it was Jackson. But the redheaded douche's eyes widened, and he asked her how she knew or what she was talking about. Like a true motherfucking "ah-hah" moment, I remembered that incident two months ago, that same incident that I had been meaning to tell Rosie about but I forgot. I knew I would have to do that tonight after work, before I forgot again. That shit was important.

"Never mind," Pixie said clearly. One great thing about Pixie was that she was loud, her voice carried. "Did you come here to see Twilight? Do you want me to find her for you?"

He looked scared and angry all at the same time and mumbled something that, from where I could hear a few feet away, sounded something like, "it was a mistake to come here." She asked if he was sure or something, just as I waved the two guys at the door in to the club. Raggedy Anne then put his hands on her shoulders, and I made a beeline toward them through the dim, asphalt parking lot. He saw me coming out of the corner of his eye and I was close enough to hear what he said perfectly.

"It was a mistake coming here. Please don't tell anyone I was here." Then he turned to leave. Pixie just stood there watching his back with a somber look.

"You okay?" I asked little Pix as I reached where she was standing. When she looked up at me, she smiled weakly. There was a sadness in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. It would be a lie if I said I had never seen sadness in her eyes, but this sadness was different; it was like a longing. And I wondered if it was because she wished she could leave too.

"Baby girl, you good?" I asked again, worried about my little fairy. She grew on me and I found myself really caring about her like the big brother she pretended I was. Unpredictably, she tried to wrap her small arms around me in a hug; she didn't make it, but the sentiment was there. She put a chaste kiss at the top of my stomach where she reached, and I laughed.

"Hey . . . hey, don't let my girl catch you fondling me. Don't get me wrong, baby girl, fondle all you want, just not out in the open like this." She looked up and giggled gingerly. I kissed the top of her small head.

"I'm gonna go back inside."

When she let go, I asked her again if everything was okay, but she just smiled that fake smile that I knew too well and told me that if I didn't count her sister, I was her best friend.

"Baby girl, let the dick breathe, shit." She rolled her eyes and went back inside.

I smiled as I went back to the entrance of the club and thought about what poor Pixie had to deal with in this life. And I knew I had to have that conversation with Rosie tonight—there was no getting past it.

"Rosalie, can I ask you a question?" I began as I sat up in bed against the black headboard.

She had just gotten out of the shower; she always preferred to take a shower after work. Her blue eyes blazed with worry and hurt as she slowly turned to stare at me from where she stood in front of the dresser. It was smarter that she put clothes on tonight for this conversation. I bit the insides of my cheeks before swallowing that perpetual lump.

This was going to be a hard conversation to have. I didn't know what her answers would be and I didn't know if I honestly wanted to hear them. What if I heard something that I didn't want to, could I hold it against her? Would I? And if it came down to it, would she choose her job over me? My eyebrows knitted together as I thought about how best to start this.

"Oh God, Emmett, what's wrong?"

"Have I told you that I'm in love with you?" I asked seriously. The shock on her face at obviously hearing something she wasn't expecting was quickly replaced by a beautiful radiance. She smiled genuinely before shaking her head. "That's my fault, baby, but I want you to know that shit. You're it for me. And even though I don't say it enough, I don't ever want you to doubt it's true. I fucking love you, and that shit is real and it won't ever change. Do you understand what I'm sayin'?" She smiled more, her blue eyes squinting, and nodded as she made her way to the bed. Her long, golden hair was still wet from the shower and it was dripping down her chest, making her nipples call to me through the tiny, pink tank top, but I had to focus on what I wanted to talk about tonight.

They were fucking perfect nipples though.

Her smiled curved into a smirk, like she knew what I was thinking about and what had distracted me. Meeting my intense stare, she crawled up the bed, over my outstretched legs in front of me. Her soft hands cupped my face and she gingerly touched her lips to mine. And when her eyes closed and she leaned in to deepen the kiss, I felt all the passion she was trying to express. My tongue met hers with all the love I wished I could say that would never die for her; the past seven months with her have been amazing and I never wanted to let her go. And it fucking scared me. The headboard to the bed rubbed against my back as I wove my hands through her wet hair, keeping her to me.

When I broke away, satiated blissfully, I placed a kiss on her forehead and brought her head to my chest as I started talking once more.

"I just don't ever want you to doubt how much I love you, Rosie. It's real and I want you to know that it's unconditional." She nodded against me. I gulped, which I knew she felt from on top my chest, as I decided to go straight in for the kill. "Have you ever slept with any of the customers at the club for money?"

She bolted up from my chest to look me dead in the eyes—it was apparent that this wasn't the conversation she thought we were going to have. There was something unreadable about those blue eyes and the way they scrutinized me. It was obvious there was a reason she was taking her time in responding. I hoped it wasn't that she thought I would judge her. But a bigger part of me was worried that if she had, she might not be willing to give it up. And I was fucking terrified that if she was doing that then she was fucking lying to me about it too. Still she hadn't said anything, just watched me carefully.

"Baby, hear me out," I started, since she wasn't going to say anything. "I found out recently that a lot of the girls sleep with some customers for money. I don't care if you did. I just want you to know that you don't have to do that anymore . . . if you did. You can have my check if you need the money," I added quickly, giving her an out. God, I hope she takes it. Those mysterious blues continued to analyze me, still saying nothing.

It was in that moment that I learned, and saved for later, another facet to my Rosie. She was calculating. I had no idea why she would apply that skill to me, but it was obvious that she carefully planned things, and every step she made was deliberate, every word she would speak had a purpose. And that shit worried me because I wondered if she would only tell me what I wanted to hear.

I didn't know whether to be pissed about that shit or turned on. It was the twitch in my boxers that made that choice for me.

"Rosie, there's something more important." I decided to lay it out for her—my biggest fear about the whole situation. "Some of the girls are forced to sleep with the customers even when they don't want to for the money. I just found out and I want you to tell me if they've ever forced you to do anything like that—you have to tell me. Because, baby, I swear we'll find a way, we'll leave. I'll get you out of there. I don't care what the fuck happens or how much trouble I'll get in."

There was water rimming her eyes as she contemplated everything I had told her, and for the life of me I couldn't read her damn expression. I wish she'd say something; I was going on empty here. Everything about her was almost blank, I couldn't get a read—no facial acknowledgement to my words, no breathing increase, nothing. A million thoughts, and almost all of them negative, were fucking marching painfully through my mind and I needed to know that we'd be okay.

At the end of the day none of this other fucking bullshit mattered as long as I had her and I could keep her safe. We would make it through the rest. Finally, something . . . she shook her head before closing her eyes. Her hands wrapped around her waist as she pulled away from me to sit down on my legs.

When she opened her eyes, she turned her face away from me and spoke to the window to her right. "I know about that stuff, Emmett."

"What?" I asked, lifting her head and curving it back to look at me, needing her full attention, praying to finally be able to read her.

"Some of the girls, they're forced to work there, and they live at a brothel that the owner has. They have sex there too. It's very bad, Emmett. They hurt them." The weight of the world in her eyes and angst-laced voice made my chest tighten.

"Pixie . . . her sister." She nodded. "Do they hurt you?" I coughed out, not realizing that I needed to expel my words in a huff because my breathing had peaked. This shit was fucking ridiculous. I knew stuff, fuck, I'd even seen shit, but it was nothing like this. I was fucking naïve to think that shit didn't happen. No Em, you were just fucking blind. What was it that was your job description? Paid to turn the other cheek. This shit is just as much your fault too.

My thoughts fucking cursed me and I knew they were right. I was fucking lying to myself if I thought that I didn't know what was really going on there. No matter what my job was, I couldn't turn the other cheek, not like this, not anymore. Fuck, this shit just got worse and worse.

But if they hurt my Rosie, I didn't know what I would do if they did. My own anger would probably sign my death certificate. No, we would have to leave, that much was true; we could do that. I'd find a way; Rosie was my first priority now, no matter what. Rosie would always come first.

"No, Emmett, I don't have sex with anyone but you. They never hurt me," she said softly—almost pained. Then when I saw the silent tear slip down her eye—one that she quickly wiped away because it would be a cold day in hell before Rosie let anyone see her cry—I knew she wished, in some twisted fucking sense, that they did hurt her too. It didn't make sense.

"Why the fuck do you stay there?" I asked, seething. Anger at the situation consumed me. It was anger at all of it, the fucked up lives of my Pix and her sister, and the bullshit fucking web that we were caught in. I knew I shouldn't have taken that tone with Rosie, it wasn't her fault, but this shit was fucking bleak. Seriously, what the fuck could we really do? She snorted dryly, pulling out of my grip.

"The same reason you stay there. It's too late. You don't say no to the Vory—to Arlovski. One day I was waitress at Restaurant and one day I'm at club. I know what I risk—I know now what I risk. And you have no idea, no fucking idea, what I give up because of this," her lips trembled slightly and her words broke. It was the first time that I actually wondered what she had given up, what exactly was she missing.

Rosie didn't have family, and I knew that before me she lived with another girl that worked at the restaurant. I knew she was a citizen and wanted to go to school and that's why she worked at the club, to save money. But for the first time I really found myself wondering if what she had told me was the truth, because if it was, what could she possibly have given up?

"But there is nothing I do about it now . . . nothing," she said it sternly like she was saying it to someone who wasn't in the room or maybe just to make herself believe it more. Fuck, maybe she was saying it to me, telling me in a nonspecific way to back the fuck off—leave her secrets in the past. And it was then that I was reminded that she wasn't the only one with secrets and maybe in the past was where they best belonged. Lovingly, I pulled her into my arms and rocked her softly, forgetting the black that surrounded us and just happy that we were allowed these moments together.

As I scooted us down on the bed, I kissed her with everything I had. Rosie was it for me, I wasn't lying. And she would never know just what I had given up too. We were more perfectly matched than even we realized. My thoughts finally settled down just as my breathing evened out, and I rested more into the bed.

But somewhere, in between sleep and delirium, I thought I heard her whisper in a sob, "You have no idea what I will have to give up one day . . . ."

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