It’s all fine.
It’s not like she spent the money. And she sure as hell wasn’t planning on doing so.
It was not all fine.
They robbed a grocery store! What kind of people do that? They would- They would trace the money somehow and they would go to prison and she’d have to become someone’s prison wife! Crap. She didn’t think she was pretty enough to get a prison wife. And she most definitely needed the protection.
Wandering frantically into the kitchen, worrying at the hem of her shorts, she made the executive decision to have a drink.
She stood at her small kitchen island, clutching the tabletop and nursing a very large glass of wine. She stared into the dark liquid and she cast her mind into its depths, trying to figure out when she became this person. This person who could see people cowering on the floor of a grocery store, shielding their children because she was pointing a fucking gun at them.
God, she was practically vibrating with anxiety. A ball of frenetic energy with no way to dissipate it. She wiped her hands on her tank-top, feeling like the guilt was seeping out of her skin with the sweat.
You know what, she just needed to put on some music and just calm the fuck down. If they came for the cash, she’d just give it back and hopefully, she could get off easy. Maybe the girls hadn’t spent it. They could all just leave it in the grocery parking lot or loading dock or whatever. And this would be all behind them. They could make some money selling Herbalife weight loss shakes or some shit. It would all be fine.
She knew that she was the youngest of her group and they probably wouldn’t take her seriously but goddamit they couldn’t have done this. It had to be fine.
It had to be.
So she put on Beauty and Essex by Daniel Caesar and took a long drink of wine, swinging her hips to the sultry bassline.
Early sunshine through my window
Your head’s on my pillow, I
Spend time feeling on that booty
Caress you so smoothly
“Fine,” she whispered to herself, eyes closed, dancing smoothly to Daniel Caesar’s melodic crooning.
“Yes, you are,” a deep voice husked into her ear.
She jumped trying to spin away from the intruder but she was held in place by two very strong hands and she felt a solid form pressed against her body, warm breath ghosting over the back of her neck, her entire body breaking out in goosebumps.
“Uh-uh, where do you think you’re going?” the intruder whispered. “Come on. Dance with me.”
Her breath was coming in shaky pants, her inability to see him causing her panic to skyrocket.
A hand left her hip and she felt something cold and hard press into her side, her breath stuttering at the pressure.
“I said,” he growled, the pressure in her side growing. “Dance with me.”
She held back a sob and tentatively swung her hips side to side, trying to stay calm and examine her options.
“You know,” he started conversationally. “I just had a nice, little chat with your real-housewife friends and I have to say that I am not very happy with you.”
Oh, God. This was worse. So much worse than getting arrested. So much worse.
He suddenly spun her in his arms and she was faced with an unexpectedly handsome man. Though covered in tattoos and sporting a buzzcut that screamed danger, she couldn’t deny that he was attractive, even sporting a cruel smirk.
He seemed to notice her checking him out and his smirk widened, and his eyes scrutinizing her.
“Yeah,” he continued. “I’m not happy. But you’re a good girl, right?”
He paused and held her gaze. She nodded mechanically, eyeing him warily.
“So you’re gonna give me what I want. Isn’t that right, baby girl?” he husked quietly.
She nodded frantically, a little dazed.
“Good.” He said with finality and he turned and started to walk to her front door.
“Wai- Wait!” she yelled shakily.
He turned his head to the side, still facing the door.
“I- I have your money. Here, I mean. I- I can go get it for you. I didn’t spend any of it, I swear,” she rambled.
He turned around and pinned her with his gaze. “I’ll come with you. I know you a good girl and whatnot but… we wouldn’t want you getting any ideas.” He said ominously.
She just nodded and started down the hall and grabbed the large duffel with her cut and she turned to find he was right behind her. She stumbled and straightened taking a couple of steps back and thrusting the bag forward.
He just regarded her for a moment, an eyebrow raised, before slowly taking the bag from her. Just as he did, two large, dark-haired men, covered in equally as many tattoos materialized and she wondered how long they’d been there. He wordlessly handed them the bag, eyes still fixed on her and they began to count the cash.
The room was silent, save for the shuffling of money between inked fingers, the weight of his gaze heavy and penetrating. She shifted on the balls of her feet and wrapped her arm around herself, running the other through her braids and keeping her eyes fixed on his black-sneakered feet.
The shuffling stopped and she looked up to see the men nod at each other silently. The men walk out as silently as they came and she’s suddenly alone with him.
“If only your friends were as cooperative as you,” he smirked. “Now we need to talk about interest.”
“Interest?” She parroted dumbly.
“Yeah, as in my interest in you,” he said still smirking.
“Come on. I don’t need to spell it out for you, do I? Your friends have to pay me a little something-something extra but you? I think you and I can work something out.”
“Like what?” She asked cautiously.
He stepped into her space, towering over slightly. She averted her eyes keeping them on his shoes again.
“All you need to do is be my good girl. Do what I say, when I say and I’ll make you feel good,” he husked. “If you don’t, I punish you.”
She closed her eyes and shivered but her suddenly very adult-themed thoughts came to a screeching halt.
“Why- Why me?” she asked, suddenly confused, blinking up at him.
“Why not you?”
“I mean look at me and then look at you. I mean, I’m not really anybody's type and you could have anybody you want, so I’m just confused.” She rambled, still not looking at him.
“I think you exactly what I’m looking for. I think,” he said. “That you can be good for me.”
He brought a hand up to her face and her eyes closed at the touch, his hand unexpectedly cool, and his thumb rubbing circles on her cheek.
“I’m not gonna force you to do nothing. You can pay me a little extra like your friends and I’m out of your hair,” he continued. “But you wanna be good for daddy don’t you?”
She was a little ashamed to say she whimpered out a little ‘uh-huh’.
“I need to hear you say it, baby girl.”
“Yes- Yes,” she stammered suddenly dizzy.
The hand that was on her face slid leisurely to settle at her throat, not choking her but gripping her possessively.
“Yes, what,” he growled.
“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered, feeling herself grow wet.
“That’s right, princess,” he hummed approvingly and she wanted to live in that sound.
He suddenly let go and stepped away from her, seemingly enjoying the sight of her flustered.
“Okay,” he drawled. “I’ll be seeing you real soon then, baby girl.”
And then he was gone and she knew she was fucked.