Chapter 24 : You Miss Them?
Chapter 24: You Miss Them?
Sophie
Sarah and I were both wearing leather jackets but she was wearing the one that I made for her. I was wearing the one I made a few days ago because I couldn't stop thinking about the Rizzo's and needed something to occupy my mind. It was a simple leather jacket with Ivies made on it in a way that it looked like they had wrapped around me. Like they had wrapped around my mind, refusing to leave.
“I haven't talked to them.” I replied, taking a sip of the bitter beer.
“I don't know if I am going to.”
She looked surprised, putting her can down. We were sitting at the front steps of the moderately sized house where the party inside was in full swing.
“You miss them”
That wasn't a question and it didn't need to be. She knew I missed them because she could read me easily. Her eyes rarely missed anything.
“I..”
They had scared me a little and then I had been scared because of the intensity they made me feel. They made feel too much, I had ruined our friendship with my lust. They wouldn't have touched me if I hadn't asked but I didn't do this on my own either. Maybe they were happy that I wasn't bothering them anymore, they hadn't called or texted me. I had removed my phone from silent just for them.
“They are good friends.” I said because they were.
They cared for me, I felt like they did. They had completely changed when they had spanked me and then they had taken care of me again. But they were not good men, I wasn't going to kid myself into believing that they were, something sinister brewed in those gorgeous eyes of theirs. It is not always visible but I knew it was there. Wolves playing lambs. In the end, they were wolves, no matter how soft they were with me. They were in the mafia, even if they were forced to be in it, they were in it. If their own cousin wasn't safe, who could be?
“But..” She trailed off.
“But, I don't know.” I sighed.
“I ruined it a little and now I don't have the gut to face them.” She raised her eyebrows at me.
“You ruined it?” She asked and I nodded my head.
“Yes,” I muttered.
“I am calling bullshit on that one, you can never ruin anything.”
“I..” I bit my lower lip.
“I did something with them that can't be reversed.” She choked on her drink.
“What did you do?”
“I am not telling you that.”
I would never tell her that, I felt myself blushing at the memory of what they had done to me. She smirked.
“Alright,” she didn't press me and I love her for that. I emptied my glass and stood up.
“I am going to get more.” She nodded.
I walked inside the gou, straight to the kitchen through the high crowd of drunk university students. I reached the kitchen and poured myself more beer, I would have to stop drinking soon. I sat on the counter and watched the crowd. I was wearing tight jeans and an oversized t-shirt with high heels and my hair down my shoulders. I was wearing contact lenses and a little makeup. I took a sip of my drink, just then I felt someone sit down beside me. I looked up at him.
“Cable?” I muttered.
He was a boy who everyone in the college has a crush on, he was in the football team and was Mahoney on in Art history. I had talked to him a few times and he sometimes came to teach. He smiled at me, his eyes twinkling as he pushed his hair away from his forehead.
“Hello, Sophie. How do you like the party?”
It was his party, I realized it just now.
“I…it is really good.” I replied, smiling and he smirked at me.
“Good, do you want to dance?” He asked, extending his hand towards me.
“I will make it worth your while.” I looked down at his hand.
“I…okay,” I didn't know how to say no to someone.
I put my hand in his and kept my drink down with no intention to drink more. He pulled me off the counter with too much force that I crashed against his chest, stumbling in my heels. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me, I froze.
“So eager already.” He pulled us to the middle of the living room and pulled back a little. He was touching me too much, he turned me around and pressed my back against his front. I felt his dick against me and I froze again. I didn't want this, I squirmed in his grip but it got tightened. I felt his breath on my ear and I cringed.
“Don't struggle, he whispered. I should like this but I didn't. His touch felt strange unlike the Rizzo's that felt warm.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I stopped struggling, my heart was furiously beating. We danced like that for a while, it was basically him rubbing against me and I should have pulled away but perhaps I was too drunk. Any college girl would be happy to have Caleb do this to her but I felt weird, not in a way. I ripped myself away from him and ran outside, Sarah was smoking at the staircase. She raised her eyebrows at me, throwing the cigar on the floor and crashing it with her boot as she stood up.
“Who do I need to kill, Sophie?” I bit my lip.
“I..it was Caleb, we danced.”
“Then why do you look so shaken up?” She asked. I ran a hand through my hair.
“B..because, I forced myself to do it even though I didn't like it.” She frowned.
“Why would you do that?”
Because I need the Rizzo's out of my head. But I didn't say that to her. She looked at me, expecting a response from me, I kept silent.
“Can we go home now?” I asked instead.
“Okay, no shit.”