Blind Devotion (Page 11)

There was so much she wanted to know about him.

“I intrigue you?”

“Yeah. I’ve heard how bikers are supposed to be rough, tough, and mean, yet I think you’re sweet, possibly the sweetest man I’ve ever known,” she said, smiling.

He made a gagging sound. “Babe, don’t go around telling people I’m sweet. I’ll lose my reputation.”

She giggled as something was placed on the table. Pulling back, she squeezed her hands together to help ground her. Sudden noise always alarmed her.

“I hope you enjoy your food,” the woman said.

Was the waitress eyeing Pussy up?

“Thanks, doll,” Pussy said. Seconds passed, and Sasha tried to hear everything she could.

“Noise and movement around you unnerve you, don’t they?” he asked.

He touched her hand and slowly slid her fingers over the plate. “This is the burger. Let me know when you want it. Here are some fries.”

There he was again being all sweet with her food. “Erm, thank you. Yes, sudden movement or noise upsets me. I don’t know what’s going on, and not being able to see freaks me out,” she said.

Silence fell once again. She picked up a couple of fries and started to eat.

“Why are you not freaking out more about your condition?” he asked.

“I’ve had it over four years. It’s hard to freak out anymore. I just get frustrated about what I can and can’t do.” She stopped talking to eat.

“Is it permanent?” Pussy asked.

“In the beginning the doctors were unsure, as with all trauma it carries risks. Now, I’m permanent. I’ll never be able to see again. I think they said there was too much damage to my nerves or something. I was still reeling from being told I would never see again. I didn’t pay much attention.” She’d gotten used to not being able to see. There was still a tiny spark of hope that maybe one day that would all change, or at least some new wonder drug or maybe even surgery would change it. She didn’t expect it to. “Could you pass me my burger?”

“Sure.” He placed the burger in her hands.

“This is huge.”

“It won’t be the only thing you think is huge.” The words came out as a mumble, but she caught them.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No. Stepdad keeps all men away.” She took a bite of the burger and moaned. “This is amazing.”

“I’m not taking you back to your stepfather.”

She paused with the burger pressed to her lips. “What?”

“You heard me. I’m not taking you back there.”

Keeping hold of her burger, she lowered it down. “You can’t do that.”

“Not only am I going to do that, but you’re not going to stop me.”

“You’ll be making a mistake,” she said. Inside she was cheering at having a savior intent on helping her. No one would try to take her away from Kenneth. Would she finally be able to break free from the cycle her stepfather had forced her into?

“You expect me to feed you and drop you back at the diner back in Piston County for that f**ker to take you, knowing that he hurt you?”

“You sound angry?”

“I’m pissed, Sasha. Don’t you have any urge to protect yourself?”

“Yes, but you don’t know what he’s like.”

She jerked as he touched her arm.

“Don’t be afraid, Sasha. The club will take care of you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d ask them to take care of you. They’ll do what I ask.”

“None of this makes any sense to me. I don’t think we should be talking about this. Crap, I don’t know what I’m doing.”

She dropped the burger.

“It’s on the plate.” He caught both of her hands within his. “Stop freaking out.”

Sasha stopped even as her heart pounded inside her chest. What was she supposed to do?

“Where would I go?” she asked. “I didn’t want for this to happen.”

“You need to stop worrying about what could happen and start thinking about yourself, babe. You’re twenty years old, living at home because that f**ker blinded you. I’m offering you an out.”

Biting her lip, she tried to focus on everything that happened. For the last four years she’d tried to believe the story of herself falling downstairs rather than remembering the feel of Kenneth hurting her. Her mother had begged her not to say anything, asking for her trust. What the hell was she supposed to do?

“He’ll hurt my mother. I can’t leave her alone.”

She was breaking inside. How long had she been with Pussy? Was it already too late to get back to the diner before Kenneth saw she left? She didn’t want anything to happen to her mother because of her.

Do you really want to leave?

No, she didn’t want to leave, and the thought of going back to Piston County filled her with dread. Pussy was offering her an out, and she wasn’t even taking it.

“Then let me deal with him, Sasha. I don’t care what he does to me. I will not leave you alone with him.” His grip tightened on her arm. It wasn’t painful or threatening. He held her tightly, and it kept her grounded. She could think past the fear.

“Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“No, I’m not sure. I’m not sure of anything right now. We were only supposed to be having lunch.”

Her hands shook. She felt the tremors.

“Stop worrying.”

“I can’t help it. Is this what you do with all the women you take out to dinner?” she asked.

“No. Most of the women end up in my bed and I eat out their pu**y.”

She gasped. “What?”

“You heard me, Sasha.”

“You eat out women’s pussies? Is that some kind of carnivore reference?” She frowned. Pussy didn’t sound like the kind of person to eat people, let alone women. Was eating out pu**y  p**n  or something?

“You’re a virgin?” he asked.

“It’s not hard to guess that I am. I’ve never been around enough men to want to sleep with me.”

Silence met her words.

“Have I said the wrong words?”

“I want to f**k you,” he said.

She licked her lips. “Did I hear you correctly?”

Squeezing her legs together, she tried to relieve the ache that was building inside her.