Cajun Protection
childhood, but it
wasn’t until her gran passed that things got worse. Me, it was the
opposite. It wasn’t until I left that things got better. Maybe
that’s why I feel so connected to her, the overwhelming need to
protect her, and fuck her, which sent all my rules out the window.
But was she worth it was the bigger question I needed to ask
myself.
    I look up a few minutes later and see her,
hair damp and pulled into a side braid thing, she is wearing baggy
clothes. Oddly enough my cock took notice too, because I know
beneath those sweat pants she has no panties on. Damn, I have to
reach below the table and readjust my jeans. Fucking zipper.
    “Sit,” I say, and she does, but she is biting
her lip. I notice that about her. I had heard that some chicks do
that, normally I will ignore it but she has these fat plump lips
and I want nothing more than to bite and suck it too.
    Wolf sets a plate piled high with scrambled
eggs, bacon, and toast. Nothing too complicated, but still real
food. Zoey picks up her fork and takes a small bite of her eggs. I
watch as her eyes close and she enjoys the flavor. A small hum
comes from her and she starts to dig in with gusto. Both Wolf and I
watch as she inhales her food. When was the last time she ate a
real meal? Damn, we need to feed her more. However, our silence
must have startled her as she looks up at us both and drops her
fork.
    “Sorry,” her head hanging down.
    “Don’t be, eat your food. I’m glad to see you
eating. When is the last time you had a real meal?” I ask her. But
she doesn’t start to eat again.
    “I had dinner the other night,” she says,
getting defensive with me.
    “And that was what?” I’m not letting this go.
She needed to answer my question so I know what she has been
through. The only time I got food was at school when we got free
breakfast. Or when I went over to Wolf’s house.
    “Food.” Okay, she did have some spunk in her.
God, I love women with spunk.
    “Answer the question, what did you eat?” Wolf
commands.
    “I had PB and J,” she says in a hushed
voice.
    “You had a sandwich?” I ask. But she
snorts.
    “I wish I had bread, nope, right out of the
jar, but I only had a little bit of jelly. So mostly a spoonful of
peanut butter.”
    “Shit,” I mumble under my breath. She really
is stretched to the max.
    “Eat then, and we will make sure you’re taken
care of,” I say.
    “I can do that,” she yells.
    “No, here is what’s gonna happen. You will
eat everything on your plate, we then will head into the office and
take care of some things. You will work for us until this shit is
resolved. But you need clothes and we can do that too. There is a
small shop next door. And, Zoey,” I want to make myself clear
before I finish the sentence, “if you don’t do as we say, I have no
problem spanking that sexy ass of yours until it’s red and you
won’t sit for a week. Understand?” Wolf lets out a small growl of
approval and it’s good to know he is on the same page as me. I
watch as she swallows and nods. Good, now that everything is
settled I dig into my food.
    Today is going to be fun.

Chapter Six

     
Wolf
     
    I watch as a mix of emotions play on Zoey’s
face, but she doesn’t say anything. I can tell she is doing her
best to deal with a shitty hand. But what is shocking me more is
that she is going with the flow and not crying over it. I have
never run across a woman as strong as her, or maybe it is just a
front. Either way I don’t have time to analyze why she is the way
she is. Drinking my coffee quickly, I cringe as once again coffee
grounds have found their way into it. Shit, I need to figure this
one out. I notice she ate all her food, but didn’t touch her
coffee. Maybe she isn’t a drinker.
    “We leave here in ten,” I say as I pick up my
plate and set it in the sink. I hate dishes. Normally Hawk will get
mad at me and just do them. I keep everything else clean. After
being in the Corp, it’s easy to make as

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