Allison

With a tilt of his head, he gives me that charming smirk of his, that I've grown to love so much these last few weeks. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his cell phone. Without breaking eye contact with me, he hits the speed dial, and listens as it rings. Licking his lips, he has a hold of promise in his eyes.

When the other person picks up, I hear the distinct sound of a woman's voice. "Lizabeth, need you to do me a favor." He pauses a minute, listening intently. His eyes finally leaving me, as he looks down at our feet. The sound of his laughter fills the room a moment later, "Yeah I need you to keep the kid in your room for the night."

At my shocked intake of breath, his eyes work their way back up to me. All I see looking back at me is need and desire. The look of his hunger practically brings a sense of fear and excitement to my body. "I'm sure." With those two words, said in a husky tone, he hangs the phone up, throwing it along his pillow on the floor.

Suddenly, my body feels as though it's on fire. I'm not certain I'm ready for this. Whatever this is. His hands rub along my legs, his focus entirely on my eyes. "Don't worry baby girl, I'm not planning on doing a thing to you." That cocky smile of his forms on his lips once more. "Unless of course you ask me to. I just want to spend some alone time with you tonight." The last of his words come out in a breathy tone.

I nod my head at him, not being able to form any words. Opening my mouth, I attempt to say something, hell to say anything, but all that comes out is a light whimpering noise. The cockiness dissipates entirely, as a look of concern fills his face. "Hey, hey Alley Cat..." He brings his hands up to my face, rubbing the skin of my cheek, as he places my unruly hair behind my neck.

"I wouldn't ever hurt you. You have to know that." He studies my face for a moment, "Don't you?" I nod my head in a fast pace, tears falling from my eyes. I don't even really know why I am crying. He moves his head closer to me, invading my space. For once in my life the movement doesn't scare me. If anything, it makes me feel safe and as though I'm precious to someone in this world.

"Tell me everything that happened to you." His voice sounds sad and as broken as I feel in this world. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths. Debating with myself if I should tell him everything that has happened to me throughout the years. Not because of him feeling pity for me, or anything like that, but because I'm not sure what he will do with the information.

"You have my word; I am here for you." My eyes open, at the sincerity I hear in his voice. I place my hands over top of his, "I never doubted that at all. I know you're here for me. I just..." My voice breaks off. Licking my lips, I prepare myself for the hardest conversation I will ever have with anyone in this world. "I'm not certain what you will do with that information. I'm afraid that you'll be angry, and take it..."

"Out on you? I would never do that." His voice comes out fierce with so much promise. "No, not on me. I just want you to think clearly with everything. I need you to have a level head going on. I know how psychotic Drake is. I've seen that craziness firsthand." I bite my bottom lip, with trepidation once more. A sincere smile forms along his lips, as relief fills his eyes a second later. "Baby girl, trust me I'm thinking clearly. There is no way in this life as long as I or anyone in this club is breathing that he will get his grimy hands on you ever again."

I know he means what he says. I nod my head, more to myself than for him. Working my way to tell him all he needs to know. "He became obsessed with me, when I was thirteen. Always watching me, like a bear ready for his next meal. Only at the end of the day I'd much rather be in a room with a hungry bear than him." A sad laugh escapes my lips.

My shoulders straighten, as I begin to feel a panic overriding my body. He takes my hips a moment later, dragging me from the bed, onto his lap. With his hand he places my head on his shoulder, listening intently to my words. "When I was fourteen he was turning seventeen, and he asked Hector, his grandfather, if he could have me." At that his body stiffens from below.

"Of course, I do not come from a pristine family in the mafia world, so his grandfather said he couldn't." I pause, trying to work up the courage to tell him what happened next. His hand begins rubbing my back in comfort. "But, he said he could have me for seven nights. Hoping he'd get this strange obsession with me over with." I smack my lips, as I take a deep breath. My nostrils flaring with the effort.

"He took what he could get from the man in charge of the family. Only seven nights with me, doing some of the most cruel and horrible things to me wasn't enough for him. I screamed for help, I tried to fight, I did everything I could." A sob escapes me, as I bury my face into his cut. Hanging onto him for dear life.

"Nothing I did made him stop. My mother was too drunk and passed out to care. My grandfather and uncle just thought this would make it so they could climb up the ladder in their world more. No one cared." I lift up from his chest, wiping away the tears. Wiping my runny nose along the back of my hand, too upset to care about embarrassing myself. "The louder I screamed," I shake my head in disgust at the memory. "The more I cried. The louder he laughed. The harder he thrust into my virginal body."

Slowly, ever so slow I made my eyes up his body. Watching his chest lift and fall with his heavy breathing. Spotting the beat of his heart in his throat, as I watch his Adams apple bob with my words, to his mouth. Those red, plump lips, I have imagined along mine more than I care to admit. Before, finally making their way to his eyes.

What I see has me holding my breath. I see no sign of pity. He isn't looking at me as though I'm just a weak woman that got taken advantage of, or a poor little girl that I was. No, he looks at me with pride shining clearly through his irises. "You did what you could Alley Cat. None of that, not a single fucking thing is your fault." His thumb rubs my chin, and slowly makes its way to my lips. Rubbing my bottom lip, slowly my mouth parts, and my tongue licks the digit.

Causing his body to freeze for an entirely different reason. We stay just like this, our bodies closed, eyes on one another, each of us breathing heavily. With both need and want. He makes the first move, bending his face closer to mine, and pecks my lips with his. Keeping them there, teasing me with the movement as he speaks. "I need to ask you one question, and no matter what the truth is. It will not leave this room."

Devastation and fear fill my lungs. I have a feeling I know what the next words will be coming from him. I've seen him these last few weeks, really studying both her and I. His head tilted to the side, as he noticed many things too similar between us. Things I hope she, herself, hasn't noticed. For if she ever found out the truth, I don't know what it would do to her. Looking up at him, I bring my upper body even closer. Bringing our chests, so there isn't an inch of space between us. My breasts sliding across him.

"Ask me." I whisper.

"Lilith, she's your little girl? Isn't she?" Just like that, this man, who I once knew as a boy. Followed around like a puppy and wanted nothing more than to be a part of his life. Really does see everything around him. He sees through me, into my mind. He sees my soul. "Yes." With that one word, his lips fall onto mine completely, as he holds my face still for his passionate attack.