Chapter 4 Bear - Little Lamb

I stand before her, peering into her eyes. She's scared for Ethan, which is sweet but unneeded. His fate will be far worse than Mich's. I look across her body. Fucking perfection, her dress purposely smaller than needed to cause her breasts to flood out of the top. Her hips are perfect for grasping and god, those lips... Tainted red and plump, perfect fucking lips and all I can think about is kissing them, kissing them while my hands devour her entire body.

"Please, don't hurt him." I watch as tears fill her eyes.

Tilting my head, I smile. "Now, you have me wondering, little lamb. Why are you so upset that he will die? Has he touched you? Taken from you what he had no right to?" I lean closer, my hand still wrapped around her neck. Fuck, she smells like heaven. My cock hardens against my jeans. There's blood smeared on her neck from my hand. Now that is hot. Yet the pang of jealousy somehow swells within me at the thought of Ethan touching her.

"No, he hasn't touched me. You're wrong. And I have the right to give myself to anyone, to let them use me in any way!" She glares at me, which makes me laugh. So feisty, but her body is trembling against my touch, and I can see the fear in her eyes.

"Is he dead yet?" I glance back towards where Mich is. I see someone shake his head. "Then cut the other hand off and let this be a warning. No one goes near my little lamb." She looks at me, shocked, her hands fighting against me.

"I am not your little lamb!" Her foot stamps on mine at the same time as her head swings forward and hits my nose. I just smile at her.

"You can fight, little lamb, but you're mine." I watch her eyes widen, and I hear the slam of the knife against the table. "And if you don't play nice, that will be you." Again, I watch as her eyes somehow widen even more on hearing my words before her face twists into a defiant expression, a look that tells me she is about to fight so good and hard, and god if it doesn't send a jolt of electricity through my body and make my cock harden. I groan slightly, my eyes fixed on those perfect lips again. Every part of me is begging to kiss them, to fuck her mouth with my tongue until she forgets how to breathe until her mind is so consumed all it wants is that kiss to move down her slender body and between her legs.

Groaning, I snap back. "You're staying here tonight, little lamb. I can't take you home tonight, and I don't trust anyone else to."

"Fuck you!" she sneers at me before punching me, which only makes me grin more and her eyes widen. "You fucking psycho!" She has no idea. My little lamb has no idea.

"Come on, little lamb, sleep and then I will make sure you get home tomorrow bright and early, ready for Saturday's party." She looks at me, confused. She has no idea, does she? I laugh slightly.

"How do you know about the party?" Oh, maybe she does know about the party but doesn't know what it is for?

"Because it was created for us, little lamb, to come to claim what's ours. To finally meet you, to bring you home with us. If not, then I guess Jamie comes to this city and learns the ways of the Wolversons." Her brother is the second option. I know Jamie well, and he won't last in this city. He plays the bad guy over there, but everyone knows when it comes to dealing with people, he does it behind closed doors. He plays the role well, but once those doors are closed, it is no secret that he keeps his hands clean. He doesn't even watch those people whose deaths he orders die, no, he tells his little people to do it and then pretends he is strong enough to.

"Saturday?" she stammers, looking at me in shock.

"Yes, little lamb, so you need your beauty sleep, and I have a friend to deal with. I promise nothing untoward will happen." Turning, I begin to walk back through. "Someone clean up Mich and his mess." I look back at her, watching as her eyes stay fixed on me. "Come, little lamb, don't make me ask again because I won't." She steps forward, slowly following me out. At the car, I open the door for her. Her eyes are on my chest. I can see she has questions but is holding them back. Closing the door once she is in, I walk to the driver's side and drive back to my place. Soon to be hers too. I need to stop. I keep saying she's mine when in fact, she isn't.

She gets to choose one of us to marry, one of my brothers or me. Of course, she could choose the loving Dante, although I know he won't let her near him. No doubt he will be a cold-ass cunt and push her away every chance he gets. She seems crazy, which I love, but Gunner is crazier than me, so maybe he will match her, and she will choose him? I guess Zane, if she goes for the quiet types, would be the brother that she falls for: quiet but one angry motherfucker when he is set loose.

"Why do you want me?" Her soft velvet voice breaks me out of my thoughts.

"It's not about wanting, little lamb. It's about a deal, and if we don't collect on that deal, the cities will see us as weak. Don't get me wrong, I want you, I want to see your body tremble beneath mine in pleasure, but this arrangement, no matter what, has to be upheld," I explain. I don't want her, not in marriage, but I want her in my bed, in my kitchen, my bathroom, hell even on the garage floor, which I am pulling into now. She doesn't reply, just sits quietly.