Dangerously In Love (6 page)

ROMAN

I was fucking furious when we
got home. I barely said two words when we went through the doors. I think I
heard my father mutter an' uh oh what happened now?' I didn't stop to find out,
just got the fucking dog and took both of them upstairs.

"You're spoiling your family's
Christmas."

"Yeah! Well mine is totally fucked."
I threw my new hat on the bed.

"Am I sleeping on the bed because if I'm
not then I'll just have Petra take me home." Oh she wanted to play? Okay I
like that shit.

"Try it."

"Stop threatening me and stop being an
asshole, I'm here aren't I? If you’re gonna stay angry all the time I might as
well not be here." I walked over to where she was hovering near the door.
After slamming that shit shut I backed her up to the wall with my hand around
her fucking throat.

“Who the
fuck
are
you talking to?” She swallowed and wrapped her hands around mine.

“Do you think this is a fucking joke? Do you
think because I love you that I’m soft, stupid or both? Answer me when I’m
fucking talking to you.” You need to calm the fuck down Blair, just walk away
before you do something stupid. Shut the fuck up I’m not gonna hurt her, not
really anyway. “I can’t talk with your hand around my neck.”

Shit. I dropped my hand but stayed in front of
her. “I don’t think it’s a joke I just think you’re blowing things out of
proportion.” I slammed my fist into the wall and stepped away. She still didn’t
get it; what the fuck?

"You weren't saying that
shit when you ignored my ass for two fucking months over something that never
happened."

"Not that again. Stop beating a dead
horse." She walked over and plopped down on my bed.

"Get the fuck off my bed."

"No." She fucking igged me.

"Victoria-Lynn I 'm not playing with
you."

"Come and make me." Oh she wanted to
play.

“And what about you kissing that skank
Tiffany?"

“We weren't together so that shit has nothing
to do with you."

"You're an ass."

"Watch your mouth."

She kissed her teeth at me, what was I going to
do with this girl? She doesn't listen for shit. I knew that passive shit wasn't
going to last too long, she’s always been stubborn as fuck.

I pulled on her feet to pull her off the bed
and she kicked me. So I jumped her and squished her body under mine. She tried
fighting me off but I trapped both her legs with mine and held her hands over
her head.

"What now hot
shot?" She tried to head butt my ass.

"I see you didn't learn your lesson."
I flipped her over on the bed.

"Don't you dare, I'll scream the house
down"

"Go ahead I don't care. If you want every
one to know you're getting your ass spanked go ahead and scream."

"Roman I'm warning you."

I ignored her and brought my
hand down on her
jean clad
ass. Hard. She screamed and
squirmed. I gave her a few more good smacks and then climbed off her.

She wiggled that shit at me, see, no respect at
all.

"Kiss it and make it better." I got
right on that.

Thank heavens the dog slept through the whole thing;
Vicki was a freak. I think my punishment backfired on me though cause she wore
my ass out.

Victoria-Lynn

I think Roman lost his damn
mind, seriously. I've never seen anything like it. The man went from knight in
shining armor, to psycho asshole, all because of one stupid kiss. What would he
do if he knew half the shit Timothy used to say?

See that's why I put up with his shit to a
point, because I feel some guilt over that. He was right about Timothy wanting
more, but I thought as long as I didn't that it would be okay. I thought I
could handle the situation it isn't like I was trying to juggle two guys at
once or anything.

Timothy was my friend since
like gestation or something. How could I just cut him off ya know? But I guess
I fixed my wagon but good; Because of that stupid kiss that didn't even amount
to a hill a beans I no longer have a friend and I had this crazy ass man on my
hands.

He knows I love him, I'm not
going anywhere, he's just trying to see how far he can push, how much I'm
willing to take. Don't get me wrong I know he's truly mad but I think most of
it is still his pride; it'll wear off eventually. I hope it does soon because
my kitty cat is sore. And here he comes again.

ROMAN

I had her call the sheriff
and tell him she was spending the night. It wouldn't be the first time, but it
was the first time we didn't use the guise of a sleepover with Petra. I could
tell from her side of the conversation that he wasn't pleased. My raised
eyebrow let her know I didn't give a fuck she was staying.

He was too late to play
father, if he were any kinda father she wouldn't be running around kissing one
man while being in an exclusive relationship with another.

You've really gone off the deep end haven't you
Blair? Fuck you. Shit now I'm cussing myself.

"Open Sesame." Every time I felt
myself getting mad I dove right back into her pussy. It was as if there was a
direct line from my anger to my dick. She gave me a look but I didn't pay her
any mind, I spread her open and sunk in to the hilt. Warm paradise.

I don't know what she was
complaining about because every time I fucked her she was fucking right back at
me, her hips never stayed still for a second. And begging me to fuck her harder
didn’t sound like a sore pussy to me. Whatever, her ass is gonna be ridden hard
as fuck for at least a week. Hopefully I’d have worked off my mad by then.

I had to put the dog in her
cage at some point cause she was getting way too interested in what was going
on in the bed.

The bed was going sixty knots a minute and
Vicki was moaning loud enough to wake the dead. Good times. See I knew this
shit would calm me down. I never said only once would do it. Don't judge me
because I might have just a tad bit more anger to work off than most.

"You better get use to
this, for the rest of our lives every time you piss me off I'm gonna fuck you
into submission."

"Bite me asshole."

"Okay."

I bit the shit outta the top of her cleavage.
She did tell me to after all. She clamped down on my dick and tried to break my
shit off, so I tweaked her clit until she came screaming.

"Bastard."

"Keep it up and I'll tan that ass
again."

She kept quiet thank heavens. I was beat.

ROMAN

The next day Vicki didn't want
to go home so I left her and the dog with my mom and dragged dad out of the
house with me.

"Where we going son?"

We climbed into my new ride. See that's the
shit I love about my dad. He doesn't know where the fuck I was dragging him off
to, but he was here, always had been.

"To the dealer, I need
to get cheeks a new car."

"You two alright son? You seemed a little
tense last night when you got back."

How do you tell your dad that your girl kissed
another guy and you lost your shit?

"We're good, well we're going to be,
nothing to worry about."

"Okay son, but you do know you can talk to
me or your mother about anything that's bothering you right."

"Yeah dad I know."

This dealer we were going to
was the shit, if we wanted something that was on the market overseas but not
here yet he was the go to guy. My dad is a car freak he buys cars like other
people buy newspapers. Funny thing is he drives every motherfucking one, except
the collectibles, I think it was illegal to drive those or some shit.

At the dealers I made quick
work of getting my girl the same jeep as mine, they were both midnight blue
with ivory interiors. I got her all the bells and whistles just like mine, a
cool hundred grand in less than ten minutes, don't tell me I don't love my
girl. I would always give her only the best and I expect the same from her.

Dad drove my car back while I
drove hers looking like a douche in a jeep with a big ass bow on it. What a
sap.

I blew the horn when we got there and the girls
came out with
Tinks
in tow.

Vicki's mouth dropped the fuck open when she
saw her car, that's what I'm talking about. I bet she wasn't thinking about
that piece a shit truck now.

That reminds me I need to
call the local garage and have them tow that shit and scrap it. That's right
I'm gonna obliterate the fuck out of it. I wonder if they'd let me operate the
machine to crush the piece a shit. Or maybe I could take a sledgehammer to it
and then have it delivered to that fuck’s door.

Damn I'm a vengeful
motherfucker. He deserves it though, I'm gonna make him pay for that smirk for
the rest of his natural born life. Kill the vendetta dreams pal here comes your
girl.

"You like it baby?"

"Roman..." She face planted into my
chest.

Why the fuck was she always crying when I did
shit for her?

"I guess that means you like it, tomorrow
we'll go get custom plates yeah?"

She nodded her head, good
girl. I already knew exactly what those plates were going to say, she might not
like it though, tough shit.

She put me in the position of having to prove
some shit, and since she liked proving shit so much she should understand.

You're one twisted fuck you know that Blair?
Fuck off asshole...wait, that's you you're talking to. I give a fuck.

Victoria-Lynn

"Roman I can't drive around
in car with POT DOC on it, my father is the sheriff."

"It means property of the doc, you'll have
fun explaining it."

"Roman..."

"You can either have it as a license
plate, or I can tattoo it on your ass, pick."

He'd gone off the deep end, that's all there is
to it. How the hell do you reason with a crazy person?

"You're stuck on crazy you know
that?"

"Whatever, get in the damn car." I
just shook my head and got in, what else was there to do? I guess this was his
idea of proving a point. Lord what have I started?

ROMAN

We went to pick up our new
plates. Well to order them anyway, mine simply said THE DOC, while hers was a
little more difficult. I wanted to spell the whole thing out but they said it
was too many letters, shit. Well anyone with half a brain would figure it out.
I don't know what she's griping about. At least it's better than my first
inclination, which was having that shit tattooed on her damn forehead.

She'd spent the last two days
at my house. Things were a little calmer but I was still pensive, like I was
waiting for the next fuckery to jump off. Whatever it was I was ready for that
shit. I'd had the heap a crap mobile towed, with the orders to seek and
destroy. Good riddance to bad rubbish. She wasn't too happy about that but one
look and she piped the fuck down. She knew the deal.

I took her home so she could
get her Christmas haul and pick up
Tinks
and all her
shit; that dog was going to be spoiled. The two of them were cute as hell in
the jeep though. I followed her to her house where the sheriff was sitting on
the porch. He didn't look too happy but who gave a fuck?

"Hi dad." She kissed his cheek.

"Vicki, Blair."

"Sheriff." We had a mini stare down.
I won.

"You wanna tell me what that was about on
Xmas?"

"Crafton didn't tell
you?"

"Nope, just said it was some sort of
misunderstanding. He's okay by the way, nothing broken, in case you were
wondering."

Oh he thought he was funny. "Not really
no, can't say that I care one way or the other."

"Boy what the hell is your problem? You can't
go around hitting people like that and in front of a police station no
less."

I just looked at
him,
I hope he could read the message in my eyes. I do what the fuck I want.

"I don't want my daughter around that type
of behavior."

Bring it the fuck on sheriff I dare you to go
there.

"Dad it's not Roman's fault."

"You always stick up for him."

"Because it's the truth, maybe if I got a
little more support from you regarding our relationship I wouldn't have been
kissing Timothy...oh shit." She covered her mouth. I'm guessing she didn't
mean to share that tidbit.

"What?" He looked
back and forth between us in confusion. "Why would you do such a
thing?"

I could see she was embarrassed as hell so I
tried to divert the situation. I’m the only one allowed to make her sweat over
this shit.

"It's okay sheriff we sorted it out."

He shook his head in disappointment, what the
fuck? I thought he wanted those two together, at least that's the impression I
always got.

"I thought I raised you
better than that...your mother..."

Oh shit, Vicki's mother was a
sore topic. She ran out on them when Vicki was too young to remember, to go
live with another man.

"Dad, I'm nothing like Stephanie."

"Baby
don't
cry." I hugged her to me I hated fucking tears. The sheriff just got up and
went inside. Fucking douche, he'd been throwing that guy at her all this time
and now he had the nerve to act disappointed.

"Great, now my own father thinks I'm a
whore."

"I'm sure he doesn't think that
cheeks." What the hell do I know? The man's always been crazy.

"You do." She mumbled against my
chest.

"I do what?"

"Think I'm a whore."

"Did I ever say that to you? Don't put
words in my fucking mouth."
Tink's
started
growling at my raised voice, I pointed my finger at her and she piped the fuck
down.

"Then why?"

"You know why, now wipe your face and go
talk to your dad."

"I wanna go back with you."

"I'll come get you later you haven’t been
home in a while and you know how he gets." I kissed her head and went back
to my car. She was still standing there when I drove off.

I hope that fuck didn't say
anything else to make her cry I didn't want to get into it with the sheriff but
if he fucked with her I would. She was right too. Maybe if he'd supported our
relationship instead of trying to shove the mutt down her throat she wouldn't
have been so confused as to go kissing the douche.

Now he's really on my shit list.