Chapter 25

*Ryker*

When I received a text from Deacon telling me what Iris had asked him to do, well more where she was asking him to take her, I was instantly enraged. Not really with her, but with myself. I gave her a taste of something I knew she was needing in her life, and then whoever this stalker is, fucked it up. She is going out to look for what I introduced her to. I have no excuse to be Jealous, but I am. I could feel the green seeping from my pores. I drove back to the home, the one I despise, and called Deacon's phone. When I said her name, it was completely silent. "Hello?" Finally, I heard her soft voice. "Please don't go to that club," I said as nicely as I could muster. I was trying not to tell her what to do. "Come here, to the city, come and see me." I didn't even think about it when I said it. Silence again. I heard Deacon ask her what she wanted to do. She yelled at him for telling me what she was doing and threatened to get out of the car. He apologized, sorta, but told her he was doing his job. Keeping her safe. "You don't know enough about life to go to a place like that sweetheart, You could end up in trouble." Even Deacon sounded stressed. "I just wanted to check it out. I'm not going to do anything in there." She said. I knew at that point she wasn't going to take me up on my offer. "Dee, just take her where she wants to go. Please stay close by and keep her safe." I said before hanging up the phone. I sat there for a solid three minutes before throwing it across the room. I thought about getting dressed and heading for the club, I know which one he will take her to, but I know it is best I give her the space she needs. I got up to pour myself a drink of whatever was closest. Bourbon, as usual. The first one went down so smoothly, that I downed two more, and then just walked toward my bedroom with the bottle. I hated this house, the city, the world around me. Whoever this stalker is will pay. I know It was only a week, but that girl makes me feel alive inside again. Something I haven't felt for far too long.

I laid back on my bed for a solid hour, but I still couldn't shake the idea of Iris going into that club. It was like a terror playing over in my head.I got up and paced around the house before sitting down in the TV room trying to distract myself. Fighting the urge with every second to call again. To forbid her from going. I dont have the power to forbid her, not anymore, she walked away from me. How can I protect her from this? I jumped up and walked to my bedroom, searching for my club passes, and my leather jacket I always wore. I sent Deacon a text asking him which one he was taking her to. I know he said he would stay with her, but I just feel like I need to be there as well. I looked in the mirror while I styled my hair. My lack of sleep is apparent from the black circles surrounding my eyes. I splashed some cold water on my face, used some mouth rinse, and walked back to the living room. When I checked my phone Deacon hadn't responded yet. Something wasn't right. He never went that long without a response. Suddenly I was pacing around the room again, from the bar to the door, and back.

Is everything okay? What club did you take her to?

-Ryker

Another message with no response. What the fuck? I grabbed my keys and hit the call button. "Andrew, send me the coordinates to Deacon's car," I called one of my security guys from the city and he was eagerly ready to help me. I hadn't called him in some time. He keeps an eye on things, around this house, and from the past. He gives me weekly reports, but didn't know anything about who contacted Iris. What if whoever it is shows up at the club, or stops Deacon on the way there? Most in the city know Deacon is my driver. I looked at my phone again, It doesn't make sense for him not to answer my messages. I pulled out my keys and headed for the door. I heard something outside and stopped in my tracks. I hadn't been in the city for a long, could someone already be here trying to start some trouble? I called out to see if anyone answered but no one did. I walked back inside and headed to my office to grab one of my guns. The 9mm pocket pistol was loaded and placed in the small left drawer of my desk. The silver felt cold against my waist as I shoved it in the side of my pants. I usually had my gone, but I had put it away in my room. My office was closer. I walked back towards the front door and went completely still. There she stood, looking down at her shoes, and black dress tight against her skin. I didn't know what to do but stand and stare at her. I pulled the pistol from my pants and placed it in the drawer of a small end table that sat beside my door. "I just.." She paused looking up at my eyes.."I decided to come here instead." I smiled at her and started to slowly walk towards her. "Come, sweet Iris, come sit down at my bar. Do you want a drink?" She looked so shy standing there like she didn't know what to do. I walked over and reached for her hand. She hesitated but eventually reached me her hand. I guided her to the table and pulled out her chair.

After she was sitting, I walked to the bar and asked her what she wanted to drink. She smiled before telling me to pour her something strong. I let out a nervous breath while I poured her a small glass of whiskey. I walked over to her when I saw Andrew and Deacon waiting by the door. I told her I would be back shortly and walked towards them, flashing a look at Deacon to let him know I was pleased he brought her to me. When I stepped outside I dismissed Andrew who told me when he found the location, he assumed I already knew they were there. I smiled at him, thanked him, and gave him another task. Helping me find out who is causing trouble for me. When I looked up at Deacon he squinted his eyes, apologizing for not responding to me. He was afraid if she saw him contacting me she would think he was setting her up or something. "Boss, she wants to be with you. I think the girl has some past trauma and problems she is running from. She told me chaos seemed to cling to her life. I don't know what to tell you to do, but she asked me to bring her to you." I patted him on the shoulder and told him to stay close until I knew what exactly she wanted. I still was not sure what she came for. I turned and walked back in noticing she wasn't sitting at the table anymore. She was up, roaming, investigating my house. This house was much bigger than the one she had seen before. I used this house to do many things. Work, play, and cause that chaos she is scared of. I walked towards her and reached my arms out. I wanted to test the boundaries. I needed to know if I could touch her. She looked at me tilting her head slightly and sighed before walking into them. I pulled her in tightly, breathing her in, and almost moaning at her scent. She did the same, breathing deeply, and pushing her body towards me. "Oh, baby girl, I missed you," I whispered into her ear. I don't understand it. We hadn't known each other long, but I did miss her. I missed her badly. She looked up at me with misty eyes and apologized. "Why are you apologizing to me?" I asked softly. None of this was her fault. She said she should have listened and not run away last night. I smiled and leaned down to kiss her. She pushed towards me, crashing into me like a wave of pleasure.

Her kiss made me weak. I stumbled back towards the wall bringing her with me. I wanted to be inside of her. I pawed at the hem of her dress before grabbing it and lifting it over her head. Her skin was soft and warm, which felt like heaven under my fingertips. "Tell me what you want me to do sweet Iris?" I asked to make sure she wanted me to continue. "Please take me, daddy." She moaned out pushing her body as close to me as she could. I reached down pulling her underwear off with one swoop. Picking her up and placing her on the bar, I pushed her arms above her head. "Don't move baby." I said walking back and looking her over. Her hair was scattered around her head, and her breasts were rising and falling quickly. I looked at her legs following them up to her crease. I licked my lips, unbuttoning my pants and letting my coverings fall to the floor. I walked over to her and lined my shaft up with her warm and wet slit. I pushed into her slowly at first watching her eyes get wide and her head fly back. "Are you ready baby girl?" I asked before letting go completely. She nodded, and I smacked her thigh. "What did you say?" I asked smiling at her, holding completely still. "Yes Daddy, I am ready." She said in a half moan, half scream. "Good girl," I said as I slammed into her hard. I grabbed her hands and held them above her head with one hand, gripping her hip with my other one, and slammed into her as fast as I could. She was screaming in pleasure when I felt her tense around me letting me know she was ready to explode. "Give it to me baby," I said as I pumped faster. She moaned out, her legs started to shake, and her eyes rolled back letting me know she was in complete ecstacy, so I let my self follow her lead.

After we were done, I led her to my bedroom and gave her a T-shirt to throw on. "Panties?" She asked, and I placed my hand on her crease and shook my head no. She shivered, smiled, and nodded. I walked over and grabbed a pair of joggers from my dresser. Once we were both dressed she laid back on the bed and looked up at me. "Who was Ivy?" she asked.