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  “I pulled a damn muscle.”

  “If you can still run your mouth, you can shovel more.”

  The dark-haired man squeezes the throbbing numbness in his palm on the handle and pushes the shovel forward with another pile of snow. He looks back to the freshly dug entrance and sees a thin layer of snow covering it.

  “What the hell—”

  A commotion rustles in front of him as Bone’s voice makes his head snap back.

  When he looks, Vlad sees a black suitcase knocked over with a small figure tumbling towards the bar just two feet from him.

  Fucking hell.

  The girl is gorgeous.

  Small, and too damn young to be out this late.

  His feet automatically step forward as her blue eyes widen when a strong gust of wind slams into her fur-trimmed coat. She stumbles with a flash of fear as she ultimately slips on wet slush and goes flying to a pile of snow he made earlier.

  Face first, and she doesn’t look like she’s getting up any time soon.

  He’s at her side within a matter of seconds as he hears her whimper in pain. Her arms dug into the snow, a head full of black hair peeking from behind the hood. She lifts her upper body up from the snow while whining and talking to herself as if she doesn’t sense Vlad crouching down in front of her.

  “Did he see? Maybe he did, probably didn’t. He definitely saw, you potato. No one can miss the neon red coat you have on and—”

  Vlad watches her grumbling and hiccupping to herself while staring at the snow with her face’s indentation on it.

  “—he’s so pretty. Why’s he so pretty? It’s not fair.”

  He cocks his head, reaching over to her as she continues to mumble, despite the melting snow seeping into her coat.

  He’s never been called ‘pretty’ before, it’s a breath of fresh air and he doesn’t know what to think of it. At one hand, it’s a blow to his masculinity and the other preens at her attention.

  “Hey,” he calls.

  Her head snaps up to him, eyes wide with surprise and her face colors red immediately with embarrassment.

  Jesus, her eyes are the brightest shade of blue he’s ever seen. Even Kane’s Honey doesn’t compare.

  Droplets of water sliding down her cheeks as her red face pales significantly when he extends his bandaged hand to her. She glances down briefly, and her eyes rolls to the back of her head, the black-haired girl faints with an unceremonious plop right on the snow again.

  He blinks in confusion at her unmoving body and then to his hand. Blood is showing through the white bandage. Vlad ignores it and hooks his arm under her bare legs and back, drawing her body to his chest.

  She’s light, he wonders why the wind hasn’t just blown her across the country yet.

  “Your face is so fucking scary that she fainted.” Bone crackles, supporting himself on the shovel while doubling over in laughter.

  Vlad is somewhat smitten with the girl, so he’ll ignore that comment.

  “Take the suitcase inside,” he orders, turning back towards the bar while holding the girl closer to his chest.

  His hands are as cold as her thighs.

  Her soft, supple thighs.

  Shit.

  His cock thickens.

  Jail-bait. She’s definitely jail-bait. He prays the girl is of age.

  Vlad wills his cock to stop twitching and focus on walking to the warm bar. He catches the sound of crunching snow behind him as Bone hauls the luggage.

  The bar is empty, the only existing life is Roman, the bartender cleaning the last beer glass. He spares a quick glance before going back to the glass, Vlad takes the girl up the stairs.

  Bone is at the first step when he was stopped.

  “I’ll take it up.”

  Vlad doesn’t wait for the bewildered tone that’s about to come out of Bone’s mouth who wisely closes when he sees the president glares over his shoulder.

  He chooses the room all the way at the end, his animalistic instincts want to keep the girl far away from other men as possible. Vlad doesn’t know where the sudden obsessive feeling is stemming from, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

  The room isn’t too small to feel claustrophobic, yet not too big to have a hollow aura. A desk and chair, bed, and a drawer. The window beside the bed shows the snow coming down harder than an hour ago, and he doubts anyone could get out of the comfort of their own home.

  Vlad sets the girl on the bed with the blanket soaking up the moisture from the red coat. She doesn’t move or make any indication that she’s aware of anything other than deep sleep. His fingers hold the buttons and pop them open, there’s no zipper and the protective part of him scowls at her for not taking care of herself.

  At least buy a coat with a zipper to keep the breeze from slipping in the space created by the buttons.

  He attempts to ignore the smooth patch of skin of her legs as he opens her coat. The knitted pullover teased the top of her thighs, he holsters the girl up to his chest while he maneuvers the wet coat off her and throwing it to the chair at the corner of the room with precision.

  She makes a noise and pushes her face into his warm chest, seeking his heat like a kitten bathing in sunlight. The sweater slides up, exposing the edge of her pink panties and his cock springs to full hardness.

  “Fuck,” Vlad growls, breathing in deeply and settling his self-control through mental images of anything but the girl.

  Lifting the blanket under her, she plops down the bed with his arm under her back. She rolls over, facing him with the most innocent snuggle that has her ample tits nuzzling on his arm.

  It’s so soft, Vlad clears his throat and pulls away with accidental touches of her breasts that makes his throat dry.

  Luggage, he reminds himself.

  Jerking the blanket from underneath her to cover her is either a test or torture because the pullover was yanked up with the blanket, her delicate hips and round ass is in full view of his eyes to feast on.

  He didn’t know where the bottom line of his self-control starts, and the sleeping girl is scratching the line between Vlad and the beast underneath him. Dropping the thick blanket on her small frame, he turns his back on her to gather his fracturing control and he finds his feet will not take a step away from her.

  He must be standing there for minutes because the bartender is there with a look of scrutiny at the mass of lump behind him. Vlad steps forward, bringing Roman’s eyes back to him.

  Roman casts him a measured smirk.

  “Eyes off,” Vlad grumbles.

  He doesn’t like eyes on the girl, it makes him possessive and a fire of ownership pulling at his beast’s chain.

  “Brenda wants to close for the day so I’m heading out. Bone’s already gone.” Roman tows the black suitcase forward and keeps it in the space between them.

  Vlad’s equally deep voice agrees, “Lock the doors. I’m staying.”

  “I’m sure that girl is Honey’s little sister.” the grey-eyed man said, and he turns to leave with the courtesy of door closing.

  Honey talks about a girl named Mavis constantly. Mavis is a fitting name to the black-haired beauty; delicately gorgeous, peculiarly awkward, and small bone structures.

  Vlad wants to protect her.

  By the stories Honey told, Mavis is an unusual character.

  She’s terrible with animals. Honey told him that Mavis was banned from the zoo because animals see her and turn aggressive for no apparent reasons, and it’s the most hilarious thing she’s seen. Monkeys throwing sticks at the glass, lions roaring at her, birds quaking annoyingly, and a python opened its jaw so wide that Mavis almost cried in fear.

  Her cowardice doesn’t end there.

  A night during their third university semester, there was a rolling blackout in Miami from the summer heat and Mavis thought the floating candles from the window of the opposite building is the result of an Ouija board gone wrong and a vengeful ghost was out haunting everyone.

  A rustle of blankets takes
him out of his thoughts. She’s turning to her back as her chest rises with each breath, thick lashes fluttering with active dreams.

  Vlad doesn’t make it a habit of watching people sleep, he’s not a detestable person.

  He’s saying that in the loosest term. Everyone in town loathes him; for being a member of Noir and is titled the president after the previous one stepped down for Brenda, the bar owner and mother to Honey and Mavis.

  His brothers are also despicable to the townspeople, but he knows they’re morally conscious, and it’s safe to say on a difficult day, they are very loathing.

  Fights with the rival gang or between brothers regularly result in blood, raw strength, and brutal wreckage.

  The outlaws are frequent visitors to the police station, and Vlad leaves them to rot in jail for the night and allow themselves to reflect on how they can wipe the floor with their enemies without involving the police next time.

  His brothers have been getting craftier at disposing of unconscious bodies, he almost feels proud of them.

  That’s until the newest member, Bone, gets tossed in jail for hurling a screwdriver at a rival member in front of the fucking sheriff.

  Bone’s a child compared to the more seasoned men in the club. He doesn’t understand when it’s appropriate to talk things out because the only reason he joined Noir was that he was inspired by their residential berserker.

  A rowdy kid having a berserker as a role model isn’t socially acceptable, but nothing in Noir is appropriate behavior.

  Especially a man twice her age, staring hungrily down at the unsuspecting young girl.

  She turns again, leg slipping out the cocoon and lay teasingly on top of the blanket. She adjusts her position and Vlad stops breathing.

  Her round ass is curved to him with thin panties clinging to her ripe pussy.

  He’s either going to hell or prison.

  Chapter Five

  Vlad

  He’s many things; a protector, a brother, and a fighter. A pedophile will never make it to that list.

  He knows now that the girl on the bed is Honey’s fraternal twin. Through stiff logic, she’s also twenty years old.

  Barely legal, but an adult nonetheless.

  God, she’s so young.

  All delicate features and smooth skin, she’s such a pretty little thing; plump lips parted for air, blue eyes beneath thick lashes, and pink cheeks.

  He wants to trace his fingers on her exposed thighs and bury his face in her neck.

  She smells nice, fresh and floral.

  Vlad is a criminal in traditional senses, but he’s not a degenerate that takes advantage of women. So, he stayed the entire day and slept on the desk and woke up the next morning with straining muscles and a kink embedded deep in his neck.

  He runs a hand in his hair and tugs a few strands to wake himself up. His shoulders pop as he rolls his neck, a breath escaping when he drops back on the chair heavily.

  Dark eyes sweeping over the form of the young girl, still sleeping without a care to the world.

  His cock jerks awake at the sight.

  A curse slithers out between his teeth.

  Blanket pooling at the bottom of a pair of delicate ankles, leading up to creamy legs and silky thighs. The knitted pullover perch on her soft stomach, perky tits bounce with every subtle movement.

  That pair of tiny panties clinging onto small hips makes him want to rip the flimsy fabric away and bury his face in her cunt. Lick her dewy folds and suck on the slippery button until she begs for his cock.

  Throbbing heat fills his palm as he grabs a hold of his thick cock through his pants and gives it a squeeze.

  It’s not enough, he wants to feel her small hands struggling to wrap around him.

  He walks over to the end of the bed and picks up the discarded blanket and drops it on her legs while caressing the soft skin of her waist, dragging the sweater down to cover her.

  He indulges himself with slow touches, eyes never wavering away from the darkening spot on her panties. His thumb rubs gentle circles on her pelvis and licks his lips as he draws his fingers closer to the elastic band.

  He chews on the inside of his mouth and unwillingly cups her hips in his hand and trails down to her knee.

  His chest heaves with fracturing control as he drops the pullover on her thighs and jerking the blanket over her chin.

  Vlad throws himself out the room without a glance back as it tempts him with filthy desires.

  Not yet.

  He can’t act on his desires without her consent.

  She needs to fucking wake up soon.

  Vlad doesn’t know how much he can hold the hungry animal back without losing a part of himself. Mavis is the first woman to incite such strong emotions in him, and his heart is beating the same rhythm as his cock.

  He stalks to the bathroom and twists the doorknob so hard that it creaks under pressure when he swings open the door. He turns on the cold water aggressively and splashes his face with its iciness, Vlad lifts his head up and stares himself in the reflection.

  He sees her flushed face staring back at him with wanton cries as he pounds in her tight pussy with his big cock.

  A grumble roars out of him as he hastily unbuttons his pants and yanks the zipper down. His cock is heavy and thick in his hand as he fists his length in short, quick jerks.

  With a hand on the counter for balance, he looks down at the bead of cum dripping down the bathroom floor.

  He wants Mavis on her knees, sucking his cock with her tongue tracing the pulsing vein and taking him down her throat. Imagining her unskilled fingers stroking his girthy length and thrusting her other hand in those pink panties to rub her wet cunt, makes him groan in heated arousal.

  His cock twitches at the idea of having Mavis submit to him and allow her body to be controlled. Tying her to the bed, savoring her pussy with his mouth and fingers, and fucking her silky cunt with his cum leaking out.

  “Fuck, fuck—” his muscles tighten, cum bubbling to the tip as he strokes himself faster. Rough hand beckoning himself further into euphoric pleasure as he comes in thick ropes on the floor.

  The hand on the counter would have caved in from the strength he put in if it wasn’t for the stronger material it’s made from.

  He tucks himself back into his pants as he realizes that his cock will not calm down until it’s snug inside Mavis’ young pussy. Vlad takes the paper towels from the tissue box and wipe the wet cum off the floor and toss it into the trash bin.

  A loud thump sounds painful as a pitiful cry comes from the bedroom.

  He races out the bathroom and into the room to see Mavis has landed on the floor with her legs tangling in the blanket.

  Her blue eyes snap to him from her upside-down position and her cheeks color with embarrassment as her hands made futile attempts to pull the sweater over her legs for decency.

  “Don’t look!”

  He doesn’t tell her he’s seen her panties multiple times.

  Vlad steps towards her and her eyes widen in panic as she struggles for freedom. Uncooperative blankets will always be uncooperative, and she whines in distress.

  He holds one of her legs in his hand and stops her flailing, a twist here and a yank there, then she’s free. Her protests die in her throat when he hooks his hands under her body and sets her down on the bed.

  “Who’re you?” she asks, wary and guarded.

  “Vlad,” he answers, taking a seat beside her.

  Mavis scoots away with the blanket shielding her body from his wandering eyes.

  “Where am I?”

  “Brenda’s bar.”

  Vlad lets her take in the details of his face, trailing down from the scruff on his sharp jawline to the tattoo wrapping around his arms. Her eyes jump back to his face when she saw the bulge pushing against his zipper, face steaming and eyes darting around.

  “Why are you here?” she squeaks, unable to meet his eyes.

  His lips twitch, “You fainted. Who el
se can look after you?”

  She opens her mouth but shuts them when she can’t answer.

  “You stayed?” Mavis looks at him from her lashes, fingers fidgeting the blanket that’s lowered to her lap.

  “I did.” he nods.

  Maybe the blush darkens because she thinks she’s being rude or whatever the reason, but her ears are also turning red.

  “Thank you,” she meekly mumbles and then sneezes three times.

  A kittenish trait that he finds endearing.

  Then a violent shiver follows shortly that has her trembling visibly. She tucks herself in bed while curling into a ball.

  Vlad doesn’t feel the room temperature is cold enough to warrant such an intense reaction, but he crawls over her and their eyes met.

  “What’re you doing?” she yelps.

  He drops a hand on her forehead and immediately notices the difference between them. She’s warmer than before, and he knows the trembles are from her perceived coldness and the incoming flu she’s going to get.

  “Why’re you staring at me like that,” she shrinks further down on the pillow and lifts the blanket over her nose.

  “You’re making me nervous. Where’s Honey and mom? I need to tell them.”

  Her train of thoughts are everywhere, she jerks up and his fast reflects avoided their foreheads from colliding into a painful impact.

  Vlad pushes her down by the shoulders and leaves them there for emphasis, “Stay in bed.”

  He reaches over to the other pillow and takes out her phone, she takes it quickly and tunes him out while completely ignoring their intimate position. Vlad leans back and watches her eyes darting between words.

  She dials a number and is picked up on the third ring.

  “Honey, I’m at mom’s—”

  Mavis had an offended look, “What do you mean I have bad timing?”

  “I’m busy with Kane right now.”

  “Busy doing what? Counting his chiseled abs?”

  “I’ll have you know that you’re not wrong. And, I already told mom you were coming. Just stay in until the storm is over. Vlad will take care of you.”

  The black-haired girl flips on her stomach, showing him her round ass being accentuated by the blanket, “That sounds like a threat.”