A Bad Man

A Bad Man

Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

Summary

Abel is not a good man. He's a crime lord and as far as Nadine is concerned, he's a worse man than she prior thought. A misunderstanding and a terrifying event tears these lovers apart, but an inability to let go brings them back together in a showdown for their home neighborhood, with the lives of many innocent people in between them.

Summary

Abel is not a good man. He's a crime lord and as far as Nadine is concerned, he's a worse man than she prior thought. A misunderstanding and a terrifying event tears these lovers apart, but an inability to let go brings them back together in a showdown for their home neighborhood, with the lives of many innocent people in between them.

Chapter1 (v.1) - A Bad Man

Author Chapter Note

Abel is not a good man. He's a crime lord and as far as Nadine is concerned, he's a human trafficker. He's convinced that his little bird ranaway, while she's convinced that she was sold. Just because her place is in chains doesn't mean that Nadine isn't scary and powerful in her own right. This dynamic duo is about to get reunited and when the sparks fly, someone is going to get burned.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 02, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 02, 2015

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You Left Me

There were so many things she felt right then and the second strongest was hate. She focused all her energy on that emotion, because she didn't want to admit that her heart was pumping rapidly with another longing, the longing of that one thing that was actually stronger than hate. He was just standing there, staring at her. What the fuck was that all about? When this moment was done and they were both done holding their breath, was he going to be angry she hadn't stayed where he had put her, like a book that moved itself to a different bookcase. She was like a book, she had quietly mused to herself long ago. Inside was a story to read, though most didn't care, letting her sit on the shelf and gather dust. The ones that did notice did not take great care with her. She was abused and had no control over that, but could be inspiring and change the world, or one mind, if someone just took the time to really read her. 

She thought Abel had taken the time. 

Her auburn hair was so many colors and after seeing in the little sun that made it through the dirty window, Abel was paralyzed. So many emotions and feelings and he did not know how to pick through them. A long time ago, Nadine would quietly, softly pick through them and gently guide him towards what he knew he had to do. His rule had become quite fearsome without her. 

In her own right, this little execution of her new found freedom was her fault. After all, she had tried to runaway from the man that had sold her. She'd been caught. And then she escaped again. She knew this was her life now and that she would always be running and escaping. The devil you know is better than the one that you don't. 

So she hadn't called him, per say, but she called someone she knew would tell him. Why? Hadn't he sold her into this hell? Part of her, a part so deep down that an earth auger couldn't drill enough to reach, knew that it couldn't be true, but it had been said enough that she began to believe it.

Did he give her up? Did he profit off her in a way she never thought he would.

Hadn't he sworn over and over again that she was not to be shared. She was his. But if he could break that promise, all the others were meaningless as well. 

And yet, here he was. The only question was whether he was there for the promise he made to her, or in order to protect his business transaction. 

One of them had to move. Had it been her, or him? She didn't remember. She remembered that somehow the distance between them had closed. Had she tried to leave? Had she said something angry? Her heart was fluttering so much against his chest. It fluttered so fast, she couldn't even breathe.

His heart had not skipped a beat, until she moved and he knew that it was really her in front of him, no matter how different she looked. He had stopped her and a volley of jabs and kicks came his way, but the sparring was short lived. Not for a second did he regret teaching her self defense. In the end, it made things more interesting. 

He used to take comfort that she could defend herself when he wasn't there, but she also had never been able to beat him. He had taught her and he knew best how she moved, how she thought, what kind of fighter she was. He was her master in more ways than one.

She remembered the day he had walked into the room and shoved her. She had been thinking what the hell did I do? Gruffly, he had demanded that she defend herself, while he shoved her again. I need to see how you move. Hesitantly, thinking it was some test that she was bound to fail, she raised her arms and after a few move shoves, really started to hit back. She got one good punch in and she froze in fear. Just when she thought she was in some sort of deep trouble, he gave her a wicked grin and tossed her some sort of fighting gloves that were fingerless, their sole purpose to protect her knuckles. You're light on your feet, but you need more power, conviction in your punch. Put these on. 

Why? 

He didn't get mad at her for questioning him. All he said was that he needed to know she could defend herself when he wasn't around. 

Well, the truth had revealed that despite his training, she couldn't defend herself as well as he would have wanted. The proof was that she ended up pinned between him and the wall. Had the memory distracted her? She let loose, screaming in frustration and trying to escape his hold in a ferocious manner. Ever seen a cat try to get out of a bag? All Abel had to do was keep pressing her in place, like a bookend, and she would eventually exhaust herself.

His hand enclosed around the base of her throat. All of his body pressed her sweaty, tired body against the wooden wall. The solid oak behind her was never going to give way. His stone hard body would never let her go. Her pliable, warm body molded between the two hard surfaces. In a low growl, he warned, "You think I'd let you leave again? You've a lot to pay for, little girl."

If he thought she was struggling before, she completely lost it now. She was so angry, she managed to make him take a half step back, which was enough to connect her fist to his jaw.

Ow. The fuck- was that jaw chiseled out of marble? "I left you?" Her voice was equally as low and dangerous. "You left me."

Stunned more by her words than her reaction, she took the chance to hit him again, no matter how much it hurt her knuckles. "You sold me like I was nothing to you." Like I was nothing at all. 

That reignited him and she was pinned back against that wall with her wrists forced against the wall, above her head. His leg was between hers, in case she got any ideas about kicking him, his thigh pressed right against her jean clad pussy. She was throbbing down there, what was wrong with her? Would she be lying if she said she missed molding her warm body against his, relying on him to be the steady foundation beneath her?

"I never sold you," Abel asserted in a sharp growl. "You are mine."

Her eyes burned with a hate that Abel had only seen once before. "Don't lie to me."

His pale blue eyes burned into her dark green ones. "Keep my gaze and tell me I am lying."

She hated looking into those eyes and seeing the truth. Instead of answering, she said, "It was in our contract. My submission, your protection. There was never anything about being sold."

"I didn't sell you," he shouted at her. 

Their close proximity made his yell defeaning, but still she mocked bitterly, "I thought that you didn't share. I thought you skipped that part of kindergarden."

His voice was cold and chilling. "I didn't share you. I don't share. You ran away."

"To what?" she returned vehemently. "A shack in the middle of the woods, halfway across the country? Does that make any sense to you?"

His foreheard fell against hers. His blue eyes became too heavy to keep open. "Do you really think I would ever sell you? How does that ever make sense?" He took a long breath and finally asked what he should have asked first, "Then what happened?"


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