A.N: Okay so here is the deal, I have run into a writer's block on my other story… I have future chapters written already and the beginning and the end of the chapter down, the connecting part I wrote but for some reason it wasn't saved when I went back to fix it… and now for the life of me I can't connect that chapter if anyone out there wants to lend a helping hand I'll gladly take it as I hate to leave my readers waiting. But this one is coming surprisingly easy so here's one more chapter for you… enjoy
If you let me, I'll take care of you
Having admitted to myself that I was harboring feelings towards the girl I only expected to have a one night stand with actually served to ease my mood slightly. So Sunday I didn't mind when the boys got me up and out of the house for some breakfast, we met with Tasha and even did some shopping.
"No girl in the world is as lucky as me," she gushed. She met us for breakfast and was now going shopping with us.
"Pray tell Tasha, why is that?" Chris had no patience for his sister.
"How many women do you see around with three hunks like you guys," she giggled. "So, no one as lucky as me!"
"Except the ones that make it into our beds," Eddie said under his breath. Christian and I laughed but Tasha pretended not to have heard him.
"So Dimka, who's Rose?" she asked. I was surprised that hadn't been the first question out of her mouth.
"His girlfriend Tasha," Chris answered before I could. I watched as her face fell and tears filled her now glassy blue eyes, and I actually felt bad about this whole thing, a small part of me wished it could return her feelings but it just wasn't the case. She was beautiful with her deep blue eyes and dark long black hair, the scar on her face –from a motorcycle accident- only added to her charm.
Before I just didn't think of women in that light, no relationships for me, and now that my way of thinking was changing it unfortunately was not in her favor… a certain dark haired beauty was the reason for said changes.
"Well congratulations," her dry voice came out a little off pitch and she cleared her throat before continuing, "What time is it?"
"Its 2:30," Eddie supplied.
"Shit I'm late, sorry boys but I've got to run," she excused herself and without another word walked away from us.
"Think she really has somewhere to be?" Eddie sighed.
"Doubt it," I shrugged.
"The only place she has to be is away from Dimitri, you are like her first love man," Christian just shook his head.
"I never gave her any hope," suddenly I felt the need to defend myself.
"I know man, not blaming you; just wish she would get over that already. But on to lighter subject, how dare you go out without us?"
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Eddie was all over the subject change.
"I just needed a quick outing to pick up a girl is all," no secrets between us.
"And?" they both asked at the same time.
"I swear to God, you guys are worse than gossiping girls," I chuckled.
"Hey, me and Eddie stayed home last night so give us some excitement since we had none of our own," he bumped his shoulder onto mine.
"Nothing happened, I went out, found some too willing bimbo… she had my cock in her mouth before she even kissed my lips and all her slobber was making me nauseas and let's just say that my open palm provides a tighter grip, so I kicked her out. The end."
"You always kicked them out, that is no news to us," Eddie just laughed.
"Looser grip than my open palm, I would've kicked her out the moment I thrust in," Chris joined Eddie in his fit of laughter.
"That's what I did, she wasn't happy though, said I sucked in bed… oh well I think I might have lost sleep over that, oh no wait, I slept like the dead," this time I joined them in laughter.
The rest of the day was spent with light banter and lots of good times, which resulted in me being in the best of moods on Monday morning training. Mark was feeling better but Alberta was also here.
"She told me about your lack of skills this last week," Mark had a disapproving look on his face.
"More like my lack of concentration and unwillingness to beat a woman, even if that woman is Bert," I winked at her and she just shook her head.
"Well warm up, today's training will decide if you fight Minotauro or if we call it off, or maybe even replace you with another fighter and just leave the fight on," nodding my head at him I left to warm up, no way was I passing up on the fight of my career, this was a break every fighter hoped for.
During my warm up an idea comes to me, since I can't get 'her' off my mind I decide to train as if she was here watching me.
Surprisingly it worked. Seriously not wanting to embarrass myself I fought like my life depended on it, and Mark stood no chance against my new found determination.
"Now that is the fighter I know, guess you kept your word," Alberta was all smiles for me now.
"I always keep my word," I smiled back.
"Whatever it is you did, keep at it and you just might beat him, I'll see when they will want to schedule the fight," she walked away and with her the high I was feeling, with all this pretending that 'she' was here, now I actually wanted her here… and the fact that she wasn't depressed me a bit.
The week went by fast, filled with training and thoughts of her. By Friday I was feeling mentally and physically exhausted. For the first time in a long time I was all set to spend the weekend at home, no loud clubs. No annoying, slobbering bimbos. Just me, myself and I.
That was the plan, until my phone rang.
"Hello," I greeted without checking the caller id.
'Dimitri my boy,' Ibrahim greeted back.
"How are you sir?" minding my manners I greeted properly.
'When are you going to stop calling me that? I'm not that old you know, but that's not why I called. What are you doing this weekend?' I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I have no plans Sir."
'Good, tomorrow night I'm celebrating my big 4 0 and would like very much if you show up, I'm very pleased to know about your fight and how well you are doing in training, hope to see you there,' which in other words meant don't miss it.
"Of course sir, where?"
'Club Dhampir, where else? See you there,' and the call ended before I could even say anything else.
Well there goes my weekend at home, going back to club Dhampir could have its plus side, and bumping into her again wouldn't be bad at all. Chris and Eddie where on board, they didn't mention and I didn't ask but deep down I had a feeling that they, like me, where hoping to see their girls again. Chris had been in better spirits but Eddie had been downright moody. Regardless we were going back to club Dhampir, where our fates had been doomed.
We got there early and Dennis allowed us to cut line.
"You guys chose a good night to show up, the girls are dancing for daddy's birthday tonight," not understanding what he meant I just smiled as we walked into the club. Looking around I could tell more than half of the people in line would not be getting in tonight.
Apparently we were just in time for the party, as DJ Nikko had just arrived at the DJ's booth.
"Ladies and Dawgs I'm your man DJ Nikko and if you are in here than you know how to party," Nikko, a Russian like me, had the crowd in roars, even Chris and Eddie joined in.
"Now the reason for this night is to celebrate a great man, without him we wouldn't have the hottest club in the country, its Abe's birthday bash peeps," again the crowd erupted into cheers. "But I know why the smell of testosterone is dominating tonight, give it up for my favorite girls in the world Miss Mia, Little Lissa and sweet sweet Rose," cat calls and whistles exploded around us but it soon faded to complete stillness as she made her way past me, walking with a purpose towards a platform that stood higher than the dance floor.
Slowly as she started to dance the noise filtered back into my ears louder than before, looking to my friends I noticed to my relief that they were experiencing the same emotions I was. Yes, as sissy as it may sound, we were smitten with these girls.
She had my full and undivided attention; every move of her hip sent a direct current right at my cock, and every smile that graced her beautiful face jumpstarted my heart. She was looking around a lot, and a sick sadistic part of my mind hoped she was looking for me. Seeming to have made eye contact with some dude she reached out as if to pull him up onto the platform with her.
But she never did get to the guy that was reaching for her, another guy pulled her down hard onto the floor, she staggered a bit before his hand landed on the side of her face sending her down on her ass. Before I even registered what was happening my left hand spun him around while my right hand connected with his nose, making a satisfying crunching noise as blood came out of his obviously broken nose, he got a couple hits in but my rage was fuel enough and every blow I delivered landed on target. Lev grabbed him and pulled him away from me while Dennis kept his hand on my shoulder.
"Fucking bastard," Dennis muttered on my ear, he wasn't directing it at me, and I felt the same.
Her friends helped her to her feet and the angry red mark on her cheek pained me, no women should be treated like that and my woman would never be treated like that, and if that happens like it did now the bastard was asking for death.
The lights went up and the music went down as Ibrahim joined the fray.
"Outside. Now!" Ibrahim's voice needed no microphone.
Once outside, Lev kept his hold on Stupid but Dennis let me be.
"What gives you the right to come into my club, on my birthday and lay a hand on my daughter?" Ibrahim was scary in his fury, but wait, Daughter?
"Wait? You hit me?" so she knew the bastard, even worse.
"It's what you deserve for being such a whor-
If he didn't know how to keep his opinion to himself I'd help him with my fist, and no one stopped me when I punched him again.
"Don't finish that sentence," Ibrahim seethed.
"Call off your hounds' old man," its official, Stupid has a death wish.
"Girls go back inside," his tone of voice left no room for argument.
"Dennis go make sure Rose puts some ice on her cheek before it bruises," I watched her go wanting so very badly to follow her inside, but I hadn't been dismissed and the fact that my hands were registered deadly weapons I could be in deep shit if Ibrahim decides to call the police.
"Again I am going to repeat my question, what gives you the right to touch my daughter? If anything she should hit you after what you did to her," Ibrahim's voice was too calm, like the calm before a tornado hits, it sent chills up my spine.
"Your daughter, your precious little baby girl is nothing but a whore, a dirty cheap slut," I made to hit him again but Ibrahim placed his hand on my chest effectively keeping me in place.
"Why do you say that?" his voice still calm.
"I've been watching her, from a distance. Did you know your precious little baby girl sleeps with different guys every weekend for the past god knows how long," he smiled a crooked smile, made almost gruesome by the split in his lip.
"I still don't see how that concerns you, or even how that gives you the right to hit her," Ibrahim didn't seem affected by the news which seemed to upset Stupid even more.
"Did you know he's one of the guys she fucked?" he stuck his chin in my direction and the icy stare Ibrahim sent my way seemed to please Stupid.
"What my daughter does is none of your concern, you lost that right the day you chose to fuck her mother, I suggest you stay as far away from my daughter as you value your puny life, you ever get the notion of hitting her again and trust me Mason I will make those bruises on your face feel like child's play. I warned you once and I thought you had listened but apparently you are dumber than you look, I'm not a man for second chances but it's my birthday so I'm trying something new, we ever cross paths again and not even the devil can save you.
Lev make sure he's as far from here as possible, don't hurt him… too much," and with that they were dismissed.
"Thank you," he turned to face me.
"It was nothing, just couldn't let a girl get hit and not do anything about it," I was stunned with the turn of events.
"I don't know what is going on between you and my daughter but I recognize the way you look at her, you went to her rescue because you care for her. Just a word of advice she's been hurt bad by that scum and her mother, it took her years to overcome. You ever cause her that kind of pain and you'll have me to deal with," he turned leaving me shell shocked.
He thanked me and scared the living day lights out of me all in one breath, and don't think for a second that I wasn't actually scared of Ibrahim Mazur because the man scares me.
Debating whether or not to go back inside I lingered outside. Her father had summed up my actions into clearer words than even I ever could. Shit I'm in trouble. Making up my mind to go back inside I was sidetracked when she came out a different door. For the second time tonight she walked passed me without seeing me, she was crying, which again pained me. I followed a couple of steps behind her, her steps were slow and heavy almost as if she as drunk. She sobbed now and her knees buckled, sending her crashing down again only this time she fell on her hands and knees onto the rough concrete ground.
I waited to see if she would get up on her own, but she made no move to. She kept crying and the scene was the most heart breaking thing I had ever seen.
"Get up Rose," I heard her murmur when I bent down to pick her up. Turning her so she was secured in my arms I looked down into her sad eyes, she seemed relieved to see me and before I could say anything she wrapped her arms around my neck and cried.
"It's alright now, I'll make it all better," I don't know where the words came from but I'll be damned if that isn't exactly what I wanted to do. I never wanted to see her cry again, never wanted to see her hurt.
Ignoring her car, I made my way to my car. The fact that she was hanging on to my neck made it easier to reach into my pocket for my keys and to open the passenger door.
"I'm going to put you down now, ok?" she didn't answer me but loosened her grip on my neck so I set her down and closed her door. On my walk around to the driver side it actually sank in how much I was in over my head, I have no idea how to deal with a crying woman, but all I wanted to see was her smile again.
Once inside my apartment I set her down on the dining room table and moved to the bathroom to get a small towel to clean the blood off her knees and palms. Turning the sink to hot water I let the towel soak before I went back to her side. Standing in front of her I wiped the tears from her cheeks before taking each of her hands in mine and gently wiping them clean.
They were scraped but nothing serious, same with her knees, nothing that would leave scars.
"Why?" her voice startled me a bit.
"Why what?" I was confused.
"This, why are you taking care of me? I don't need you," but there was no power behind her words.
"Because I want to," I answered ignoring the fact that it stung a bit to hear her say she didn't need me.
When I stood back up she attacked me, her lips felt like heaven, I had been dreaming of this. Though it tasted a little salty it was still her sweet lips that molded to mine… I could kiss her forever. But when her hands tugged at my shirt I had to stop her. Stopping her hands I looked into her eyes, still so sad.
"No Rose," I couldn't take advantage of her.
"You don't want me?" she looked at me with round dough eyes as more tears spilled from the rim of her eyes.
"Oh God Rose, of course I want you," I wiped the tears away with kisses. "I don't know what is happening or what I'm feeling but by God do I want you, just not like this."
"Hold me?" she didn't have to ask twice. Wrapping my arms around her I lifted her off the table and carried her to my bedroom. I kicked off my shoes and laid down with her on top of me, no more words were said and pretty soon her breathing evened out and I watched her sleep for a while longer before falling under myself.
A.N: Next time I have a day off I'll go over the mistakes here and thank each of my reviewers but not tonight okay, tonight I have a headache and just wanted to get this out since you waited so patiently for me to get back from my vacation, which I prolonged by the way… I abso-fucking-lutely love you guys