I don't know if she has put that together yet, but he told her that night that he was never going to let her go now, he wasn't joking. I remember how worried I was when she challenged him. I have seen Bell lose control one too many times to not be worried he was going to break her.
I remember the day he called me to tell me that he was taking the girl that he had been with to the hospital because she was bleeding, and something was wrong. Turns out he tore her insides and she had to get stitches! STITCHES! Of course, the doctors had questions, I assume they thought he raped her, but she told them that she cried harder, and he obliged. Neither one of them expected it to turn out the way that it did but suddenly she was screaming in pain and there was blood on his dick.
I should have known that Bell wouldn't lose control with her. I have seen the way that he watches her when he thought no one was watching. I don't think that Scar would have been able to stop himself from killing Bell if he hurt Fin. Personally, I know that he wouldn't hurt her on purpose, but I don't know how I would react if he hurt her with that monster dick of his.
“You knew that I was going to snap eventually. YOU WERE HAVING ME WATCHED!” She stands in the middle of the room in a stare-off with Bell.
When her hands go to her hips, I follow the movement and get lost in the way that she looks. Starting at her feet, she has on her favorite leather boots. I remember the day that she got them, her father bought her a whole new set of riding gear and she was the most excited about the boots, she wore them every day when she was at home. She has on a pair of black skinny jeans that are ripped to hell. I don't know if she did that or if she bought them like that, either way, they look great on her. She hasn't turned around but I know for a fact that those pants pick her ass up and make it all plump and delicious looking. It makes me want to take a bite out of it and I haven't even got a glimpse of it. She has on a leather vest that is so fucking tight it might as well be painted on, the clasps go up over her boobs, and because of how tight it is you can see where the material overlaps, otherwise, her cleavage would be on display.
You can also tell that she isn't wearing a bra.
“That's cheating.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and whatever she was saying to Bell is cut off when she turns to me.
“Dancing with one of the frat guys isn't cheating!” Odd that she thought that I meant us. She has been dead set on acting like what happened wasn't going to happen again, but she feels it's necessary to point out that dancing with some boy isn't cheating.
“I wasn't talking about cheating on us, dear. We are more than enough to keep you busy and pleased.”
“Well, Pyro, if you weren't talking about you three then what did you mean by cheating?” She crosses her arms under herchest, and I groan, that thing is so tight that the movement shouldn't be able to push them up any more than they already are, but it does.
“You being dressed like that and coming in here all fired up, it's cheating. There is no way that any of us are going to give this conversation 100% with you all dolled up.” I match her stance, mostly to keep myself from marching across the room and pushing her against the wall.
“You could be wearing a burlap sack and I still wouldn't be able to give this conversation all of my attention,” Bell grinds out. His eyes are on her face but none of us miss the growing bulge in his pants.
“I am supposed to be mad at you three.”
“Hey!” Scar pushes off the wall by the door and comes to stand beside Bell and me. “I had nothing to do with that picture or trying to keep you from living your life.”
“You were here, and I didn't know it! YOU WERE HAVING ME WATCHED!”She repeats in a raised voice.
“We weren’t having you watched, WE were watching you.” Bell is trying to control himself, but I see the control slipping.
“You didn't want to know it! You told us to leave you alone. To let you go to school, I was good to stand back and keep an eye on you until you realize that you belong with us. But make no mistake that I am going to be keeping an eye on you, even if there wasn't a drug problem at this school, you are still the daughter of a 1% MC president.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” I don't hold in my laugh. She isn't kept in the dark about everything, but this is one of the things her father never told her. The entire dark side of the world knows who she is, they know that the best way to get to the Ghost Riders is to hit the princess. I’m surprised that she didn't think of that before.
“Oh, come on!” Bell throws his hands in the air and stomps over to the couch. He never wanted her to know that she is constantly in danger, it might even be why he stayed away from her for as long as he did.
“You are the MC Princess.” Scar says.
“Yes?”
“Don't you think that would make you a target for anyone that wants to hit your father or his organization?” He looks at his shoes, I know that he would lie to her if he could, but it would kill him and she would skin him alive when she found out.
And she would find out, eventually.
Finley is quiet for a minute, she plops down in the chair in the corner and runs her hand across the back of her neck, right about the time I am going to break the silence she opens her mouth.
“That's why he was so anal about me knowing how to fight when I was little. That’s why he let me watch people be tortured so that I would know what I was in for if anyone ever took me. He let me learn weapons so that I would have the means necessary to kill someone if I needed to.” I watch as she works this out in her head. Amazingly, she isn't freaking out, her body is relaxed, her eyes understanding, this makes perfect sense to her, she just hadn't thought about it before. “I knew that his life left me in a place of danger, but I didn't think that it would follow me here. What role do the three of you play in this?” We glance at one another, confused.
“I don't understand the question,” I tell her honestly. We are the officers of the MC, we do as we are told.
“Did you stick close to me because he told you to?” She doesn't look mad, but I can see the wheels turning in her head, I don't like where they are going.
“Now hold the fuck up.” I stomp over to her and kneel to make myself eye level. “Do not for a second think that this happened because of something your father did. Yes, he allowed us to get close to you, but we were not the only ones gunning to be on your protection detail, it's why you saw a rotation of patch members your whole life.”
“All I am hearing is if my father didn't want me to be protected that the three of you wouldn't feel this way about me.” Surprisingly she still doesn't look mad, but she has a lot going on inside her head.
“No.” Bell and Scar both growl behind me.