My Little Farm Girl

“Feel better now?” I took the phone from her and hung it up. I knew that her parents were upset, not with her, but with themselves for trusting their daughter with someone they thought they could trust.

I never would’ve handed her the phone if I thought it would’ve gone the other way. She nodded her head and tried to put on a brave face. I wish I could give her time, but the sooner we got this over with the better. I wasn’t about to let Marion or anyone else for that matter upset her again.

“Come on sweetheart we need to go collect your stuff.”

“But where am I going to go?”

“I already told your dad that I’ll be taking you home with me.” Her eyes widened at my admission.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about kitten, everything’s going to be okay. Nothing will happen to you in my home that you don’t want.”

I’m not sure if she understood the meaning behind my words, but she seemed to be satisfied with my answer. I played around with the idea of taking security with me but nixed it in the end. Too many people had already had a ringside seat to this little drama as it was.

Chapter 7

I held her close as we made our way through the streets of the city, neither of us saying a word. When we reached the apartment I kept her behind me as we approached the door.

I didn’t bother ringing the bell just banged my fist on the door. A very disheveled and red-faced Marion answered the door.

“You…” she started as soon as she saw me standing there with Kitten hidden protectively behind me. I pushed past her and entered, closing the door behind me.

“Go get your stuff baby, make sure you get everything okay.”

“You can’t just waltz in here like this, I want you and your little bitch out of here…”

“QUIET! Don’t forget who owns this place.” I waited until Kitten was out of earshot before bending and glaring into her face, barely holding onto my famous temper.

“The only reason I’m not snapping your scrawny neck like a twig is because I know it would upset her. You ever go near her again I’ll forget that you’re a woman and end you.” She stepped back away from me clutching her throat.

“You think you’re so slick, playing it cool that night but I knew. Does she know that you just want to fuck her and discard her?” I smirked down at her and leaned in closer.

“That’s where you’re wrong, you see, she’s everything that you’re not and could never be. She’s young, beautiful and sweet. Everything I’m looking for in a wife.” I knew that would cut her deep, since she’d been scheming for that position herself.

“You’re going to marry that hayseed? Pull the other one, I know you I’ve had you.” She said the last loud enough that her voice would be sure to carry into the other room.

“No, I had you and found you more than lacking. I think I traded up, thanks for the intro by the way.” She came at me with her claws bared, spitting fire and some of the filthiest shit I’d ever heard from such a supposedly cultured and polished lady of society.

Her true colors were shining through loud and clear. Thank fuck Kitten came back with her bags just then or I might’ve gone back on my word and thrown the bitch out the nearest window instead of just brushing her aside. I had one last parting shot as we left.

“If you try anything to hurt her I will destroy you. You’re young yet; I’m sure some unsuspecting fool will give you a job. You do anything more to her and I will see that you never work in this business again. And don’t forget, I know you, even the things you’ve tried so hard to hide.”

I gave her my sinister smile before turning and walking away. I’m sure she thought the protective arm I threw around Kitten was for her benefit, but nothing could be farther from the truth. I’d stopped thinking about her two seconds after walking away.

“What’s going to happen to aunt Marion now?” my sweet girl; is it any wonder I’d fallen so hard and so fast?

I kissed her forehead and put her head back down on my shoulder. I sincerely didn’t give two fucks at this point, but she would, that soft heart of hers would have her caring for a woman who’d treated her so callously. Instead of sharing my true feelings however I took her gentle nature into account when I answered.

“She’ll be fine I’m sure. People like her always land on their feet.” I didn’t tell her that the woman she called her aunt would have to look for a job and a new home in the next two weeks.

The apartment came with the job and since she’s no longer employed by O’Rourke Industries, she would have to vacate the premises. Good riddance.