Daunting Turns: Book 2 of Colson Brothers Series (16 page)

I know Turner is rolling his eyes without looking at him. I saw Barb coming out of the back, “You look thoroughly russed up.” I teased going for the couch.

“The man is a barbarian.” She threw a pillow bouncing it off the back of Lou’s head.

“Welcome to my world.” I said dodging said pillow as Turner launched at me next.

“He still won’t let you go see your folks?” She asked sitting down.

“No!!” I almost yelled at him, “He wants me to marry him first.” I confessed because I need somebody to talk to.

Turner cleared his throat but I ignored him.

Lou laughed, “You asked her to marry you?”

“No, he informed me I was marrying him.” I corrected.

“He wants food Georgia.” Lou told me.

“I know what he wants. Fucker can starve.” I got up and went to the back where I can’t accidentally look at him. I cave when he starts in, even if it’s just a look.

Barb traded places with Lou, who took Turner’s place driving so he could come harass me in the back.

This time he brought food with him and sat on me while he ate. He’s not hurting me, just doing that dominant thing he gets off on. He tried to get me to do something with my hands, but I refused.

Then he decided I needed to eat and tried feeding me. I refused that too. He’s not the only stubborn one in this rig.

“Ha ha, you can’t punish me.” I taunted him.

His left eyebrow went up.

“Well, you can’t. You’ll hurt me if you spank me again already.”

He nodded and I think he was disappointed. He went for his belt but Barb slammed on the brakes throwing him to the floor.

“Sorry!! Sorry!” She didn’t sound the least bit sorry.

Turner stayed on the floor looking rather yummy in his frustration.

“That’s what you get for leaving the door open.” I scolded him and left him there. When I checked on him later he’d fallen asleep with his arm over his face.

Lou is asleep on the couch now as Barbara has the wheel. Hmm. I snuck over to Barb’s ear. “Where are we going?”

“I don’t know, he won’t tell me.” She whispered back.

I looked around outside and for the GPS, which was blank. “I think I know where, but Turner won’t let me out of this truck once we get there. I need your help.”

“You got us out of enemy territory, I owe you one.” She eagerly replied. “What’s the plan?”

“I need to borrow your phone.”

“Lou threw it out.”

“Can you get to his? If I use Turner’s he’ll know.”

“So will Lou.” She added.

“True. I need to make a phone call without him knowing.” I complained.

“Maybe we can find a pay phone on our next stop?” She suggested.

“Yeah right, I don’t think they make those anymore.” This is getting more difficult than I initially thought.

“I still have some money, we can buy a pre-paid.”

“If we stop again.”

Lou turned his head from the sofa waking up. “Georgia, why don’t you go find your old man, I don’t like you two conspiring behind my back.”

I gave him a dirty look as I went to the back. I’d rather be with Turner anyway, he’s less annoying than Lou at the moment, and I need to think while Turner sleeps.

Turner got up a while later and made a couple sandwiches. He offered me one but I waved it off so he ate it before taking over the driving again.

He signed to Lou for us girls to go in the back bedroom and close the door and curtains. He doesn’t want me to know we’re going to the club.

“I am not going to sit in the back like some caged animal!!” I crossed my arms and looked at Lou like he had three heads, “Lay one finger on me and I’ll shove it so far you ass you’ll be sneezing fingernails for a week.”

His eyebrows and hands went up, “Wow, no wonder Turner likes you.” He laughed and pointed to me as he looked at Turner, “That one is all yours bro.”

Turner is shooting me a scathing look in the mirror.

“Forget it Turner. I know where we’re going, and you are not going to hog tie me up in the back!!”

Lou interrupted, “Barbara, this is for your protection, no other reason.” He looked at me, “You would be doing me a huge favor if you kept Barbara company in the back.”

I stomped my foot again. “I hate losing all the time!!” I hooked my arm through Barb’s. “Let’s go. One more dirty look from my old man the truck might melt.”

She laughed, “You do have your hands full don’t you?”

“Have you seen the size of him? It’s more like two handfuls and a bucket.” I flopped on the bed.

“Where are we going?”

“Actually, Lou was right, it’s better you don’t know. They’ll probably blindfold you before you get back on the road, or whatever they plan to do.”

“You’re not coming with us?”

I laughed, “No, but I wish I was. Turner is going to kill me.”

“Really??”

“No, of course not, but I might drive him to seriously considering it before I give up this fight.” I assured her.

“You should wait until you’re alone. Lou isn’t too excited about how Turner treats you.”

I sat up, “What? What did he say?”

“He knows what those bruises on your arms and hips are from.” She scolded me.

“He doesn’t do that on purpose, at least not all of them. We’ve been getting carried away lately, but trust me, I’m not hurt.”

“It looks bad though Georgia. Do you think that’s why he doesn’t want you to be seen by anyone? Especially your father.” She suggested.

“Oh my God. Is it that bad?” I looked myself over.

“I would definitely question why you look like you’ve been beaten up.”

“Slider will shit a brick. Turner could lose his patch for this.” I realized suddenly.

She looked sweetly confused. She reminds me of iced tea, cool, clean, and crisp. Her honestly is refreshing. “Who’s Slider?”

“Turner’s older brother, and only real boss. It’s complicated.” I can’t focus to explain the club to her.

She took my hand and walked me into the bathroom. Turner looked up but not for long when we ducked inside the small bathroom. She lifted my shirt, “That, is not complicated Georgia. He’s going to hurt you if he doesn’t stop.”

“Shit.” She’s right. I look like I’ve been in a car accident.

“A lady shouldn’t cuss.” She winked, “Talk to Turner, and don’t show your face around your father just yet, I’m sure it won’t go over well.”

“Yeah, good advice.” I hugged her gently, “Thank you for telling me. I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot, just a little swept up in that big blonde biker with a little too much strength he doesn’t comprehend.” She popped her head out. “How long gentlemen?”

Lou replied, “About four hours. Why?”

“Perfect.” She opened the fridge and took the wine out. “Time for two movies and two bottles of wine.” She declared handing them off to me and taking out a bag of peas, “You need this for your right hip.”

I laughed not bothering to look for Turner. Let him stew.

11 

Lou must have said something because Turner didn’t touch me the rest of the trip. Even after we made the drop and said our goodbyes a few days later he was back to radio silence.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Then why the silent treatment?”

“I can’t decide what to do with you.”

“What the hell does that mean??” My hairs went up on my back.

“I’m going to hurt you.” He changed lanes.

“Pull over.”

He looked at me, “What?”

“Pull over, right now.”

He put the brakes on and took us off the first exit. “What are you doing?”

“Lock her up Daisy, this is going to take a while.” I grabbed his wrist. “Come with me.”

“No.” He pulled back like the tree he is. “I’ll hurt you again.”

I crossed my arms in front of him, “I can do this all day.”

“What exactly are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to get up and come with me.”

“Sex is not going to fix this Peach.”

“I didn’t say anything about sex.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to stop being so stubborn and come with me!” I pulled his arm again.

This time he followed me, “I don’t like surprises woman.”

“This is nothing you haven’t seen before.” I stripped down and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I put his hand on my hip. “Remember this one?”

“That’s not funny Georgia.” He always uses my name when he’s getting mad at me.

I moved his hand and picked up the other one to rest on my shoulder, “This is my favorite.”

“Don’t do that. I left bruises, dark ones. I thought you could handle this, but I can’t have people thinking I beat my wife.”

“So you’re just going to drop me off and run away? Is that your idea of fixing this?”

“I don’t know what to do.” He snapped.

I reached around to his lower back and pulled his gun out. I put it in his hand facing me. “Then get it over with now.”

He immediately put the gun down on the counter. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“You promised, remember? There’s no out for me, right?”

“I said I’d let you go.” He said it so low I almost had to ask him to repeat it.

“Right, because you want me to move on? Get married? Have kids with another man?” I asked challenging him.

His face changed to that of pure anger, “Don’t…even

“Right. That’s what I thought.” The power just shifted from his foot, to mine, and back again. “Where are we going now?”

“Vegas.” He backed me down the hall. “No woman has ever talked to me like that before.”

“Would you have allowed it?”

“Hell no.”

“That’s why you need me. No more talk about breaking up, okay?”

“That’s why we’re going to Vegas, you’re going to marry me so everyone knows I’m not keeping you against your will.”

“My word isn’t enough?”

“No, especially with these bruises, and you need time to heal.” He looked me over as I crawled back on the bed. “I need to be more careful.”

“We’ll work on that, but right now I want to play.”

He picked up my foot and gently bit. “You broke a lot of rules the last week wife.” He scolded me.

I squirmed, “That tickles.”

He pressed his thumb into the base making me moan, “It’s wrong of me to like marking you.”

“True, but since I didn’t realize how bad it was, you can’t be hurting me that bad. I probably bruise too easy.”

“Don’t make excuses for me. I know it’s wrong.” He assured me as he descended losing his shirt along the way.

“Maybe you should tell me why you like leaving marks.”

He settled onto his side next to me and traced various fingertip bruises. “I remember doing this one and thinking you’d remember me for a long time afterwards.”

“Like I could forget you? I don’t think so. Even after the bruises are long gone I’d still think about you all the time.”

“Why?”

“Why would I think about you?” I asked because it seemed like a dumb question. I haven’t stopped thinking about him since the first time he assaulted me in the parking lot with that needy greedy kiss of his.

“Yes.”

“Turner, you all but attacked me. A girl doesn’t forget a three hundred pound stranger humping her leg.” I laughed and tugged on his beard, “Plus you’re kind of cute.”

“Cute is not a the word I would choose to describe myself, and it’s closer to three-fifty.” He scolded me.

“I think you’re cute, especially when you give me dirty looks. Makes me want to kiss your three-hundred and fifty pound cranky butt.”

“I think you like annoying me Miss Pine.” He accused pinching a nipple.

“Your eyes get all dark and seductive when you get like this.” I looked up for him. “Except they’re not. What’s wrong?”

“I’m afraid to touch you.”

“Don’t be afraid to touch me Turner Colson. I’ll tell you when you get too rough.”

“No you won’t. I left all these and didn’t know it.”

“Like I said, they look worse than they are. How about we put some limits on where I get these marks.”

“I’m afraid my self control with you won’t allow for that.” He admitted.

“Then one day at a time. I wish you had told me why you really didn’t want me to see my dad.”

“I couldn’t explain it to you at the time. Barbie seemed to handle it well enough for me.” He complained. “I didn’t like her sticking her nose in our marriage.”

“We’re not married.”

“Yet. Vegas is about four hours away baby, you better get ready.”

“I am not marrying you in Vegas, Red and Joe did that, it’s not for me.”

“Then pick the place, now.” He started letting his hand wander.

“Why are you in such a hurry to get married?”

“I told you, everyone needs to know you’re with me because you want to be. Answering for those bruises is going to get me killed.”

“I would never let that happen.”

“You don’t get a say. Slider will take my colors for this.” He ran his finger around the biggest bruise on my hip. That was an accident, he fell with his hand under me. I remember feeling it, but it didn’t bother me enough to say anything. Turner might be rough, but he listens if I say it’s too much. He might not trust himself, but I trust him.

“I have an idea.” I sat up and climbed on his stomach to straddle him.

“I’m listening.” His eyes are still light, but he seems to be relaxing more now.

“Keep the bruising to where I can cover it. Let me see my dad when I look human again, and I’ll marry you the next stop afterwards.” I bargained.

“Marry me before you see your father.” He countered.

“You really don’t trust me do you?”

“No.” He seemed unhappy about it.

“I barely know you. What if you flip out on me? What if you decide this is a huge mistake?”

“All I hear is you you you. Where do you stand?”

“I want you to trust me before I marry you.”

“Will you marry me Georgia Pine?”

“Yes, but not until you take me to see my father. I need you to trust me if I’m going to marry you. Prove it to me by letting me see my father first!.” I’m tired of talking in circles and getting mad.

“I told you, I don’t trust you.”

“Then you’re going to have a hard time keeping up with me Mr. Colson.”

“What are you talking about?” He lifted up and looked down at me suspiciously.

“Daisy??” I asked looking up, now it’s a private joke.

“Yes Miss?” She asked sweetly.

“Proceed to the coordinates I gave you. See to it no over ride is allowed other than a life threatening one. Feel free to knock his big ass out if I say the word.”

He’s giving me that look I want to kiss off his face. “How did you overtake my computer?”

“Easy, I majored in law and minored in software design. I actually went to school with the guy who wrote a program similar to this. The platform is shaky due to the AI technology. I’ll give your guy credit, he’s good, but as with most hackers he left a back door. It’s a rookie mistake really, or he left it there on purpose..”

“You’re a fucking hacker???” He sat up.

I laughed, “I told you to research your victims. Yes Turner, I’m a hacker. I’m also a waitress, a bartender, a horse shoer, and an expert marksman. Anything else you want to know?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked realizing the engine had started. Daisy can manage just fine without us so he settled back down. “I don’t like you very much right now.”

I propped up on my elbows, “I’m not as delicate as you think. Daisy is going to take me to my house. I’m going to take a shower, call my dad, and go have dinner with him. You’re going to stay here.”

“Like hell.”

“You’ll be fifty foot away in the parking lot.”

“You’ll have Daisy lock me in if you run.” He accused looking nervous.

“I’m not running Turner, and Daisy can be easily overtaken again with a little thought on your part. She’s good, but you’re still operator owner. I need you to do this with me. I need you to tell my father you love me, and that you want to marry me for that reason. This is important, to me, and to him.”

He closed his eyes. “Tradition.”

“No. Respect. My father trusts me. I can explain the bruises, and the whirlwind romance.”

He snorted interrupting me. “Bullshit. Daisy, activate Turner five-seven-five, and shut down. You bitch.” Oh shit, he’s mad. He took my hand and rubbed my ring finger, “You never cease to bore wife.” His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “Now you pay.”

I swallowed, “Shit.”

He smiled, “I’ll take you to your father, but you don’t leave my sight. If you’re fucking with me, I’ll kill you both.”

“Slider might have a problem with that.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, “Colorado baby. I can, and will, take you home and hide you for the rest of your life, they will never find either of us. Tying you to the bed is one of many fantasies involving bondage if I deem necessary.” He threatened.

The idea woke my goodies. Somebody say kinky sex? Shut up. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.” He threatened.

“Fine. At least put some kind of engagement ring on my finger so it looks real.”

He took a large ring with a big square topaz off one of his fingers. Turner wears a lot of rings. I like to play with them. He put it on my wedding ring finger.

“I’ll get you a better one later.”

I looked at it. It’s worn, but solid. I like the almost older feel it has. Turner is a few years older than me, and I love it. He has this kind of power over me with the age difference. I kind of like it. Maybe I’m as sick as he is.

“No, this is perfect.” I looked up, “Unless you want it back.”

“No. That’s yours.”

“Can I ask you why all the rings?” I relaxed liking that he’d given a piece of himself to me.

He settled down, “I’m a collector.”

“Of rings?”

“Of fine things. Each of these is hand made. Like Daisy. Like you.”

I blinked, “Wow.”

He smiled, “Wow what? Wow I have good taste?”

“No. Wow you would include me in that category. Yeah, I can shoot, and I like to cook, but Turner, I’m overweight and unremarkable, everything you’re not. Why me??”

He rolled those perfect blue eyes, “Whoever led you to believe that was a blind fool. You’re not overweight, in fact, I need you to put on a few pounds so I don’t break your hip. And if someone led you to believe you were anything less than remarkable, then they’re the idiot. I’ve spent my entire life looking for you. Remarkable is an understatement.” He declared and kissed me into a sexual oblivion. Damn he’s good.

A knock on the door woke me up. “Police! Open up! You’re on private property!”

I grabbed my robe and ran to the door, with my gun tucked in my pocket. I’m still paranoid. I opened the door seeing uniforms, “Sorry officers, my husband wasn’t feeling well so we pulled over. I’ll move now.”