Possession Of A Gangster

Chapter 25- Coffee Spills

4 weeks later and my belly was at last beginning to grow. I say at last like I wanted yeh bump, and I suppose, in a way, I did. However my increasing hormones made my decision on the matter difficult to conclude. Thankfully, however, Damon had been spending a substantially large amount of time with me. And I mean quality time. We talked about the baby a lot, fucked like mad and argued when he wouldn't collect my cravings at 3 in the morning. God I was only 10 weeks in and I felt like my due date was any time soon.

Due to my high level of insecurities, my brain decided to come up with the incredibly amazing idea to join the gym, so here I was, barely jogging on a treadmill while constantly thinking that people thought I was fat. You can't blame me though, I was one of those naturally thin girls, where you could feed a whole horse to and it would only go to my arse/tits, sometimes a blessing, most of the time not.

When I was younger, I desperately wanted to put on weight, constantly being teased about being flat at the age of 15 was not fun, but soon enough, my cry out for weight resulted in assets that all the girls were jealous of, along with my toned stomach. So yes, I was self conscious, I felt like a sack of potatoes. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with anyone who was over weight, there was nothing wrong with anyone's body full stop, but I wasn't used to it. Damon liked my body how it was, and I wanted it to stay that way.

At last giving up on my attempt to 'loose weight' that, firstly wasn't weight and secondly, was impossible, I switched off the treadmill and slumped across the gym floor to find Damon. And there he was, lifting insanely heavy weights, shirt off, skin glistening with sweat and grunting like an ape. God, I clenched my legs. Looking around, I noticed I wasn't the only female attention he had gained, younger girls, and even women far older than me were eyeing him up, hunger in their eyes.

My short temper burst to life, and like a petty teenage girl, I stomped up to my man, leaning over so that my breasts were in his clear vision of sight. He immediately put the weights back down and lifted up so that his head was facing mine. I noticed a few women turn away, noticing the view was over, however a couple stayed glued on to us, the women who had pissed me off the most. "What are you doing, we've been her 15-" I cut him off, pushing his lips to mine and kissing him. He immediately deepened the kiss, groaning into my mouth.

I broke away and eyed the previously spying women, to notice a few poorly hidden scowls and blushed cheeks. Damon followed my line of sight and smirked. Smug bastard.

"A bit possessive aren't you?" I could quite literally see his head expanding before me. "Shut the fuck up." I growled, turning to notice his eyes glued to chest.

"Eyes up here big boy." I mocked, twiddling a couple of fingers towards my face. His lips brushed against my ear as he leaned in closer to me, I immediately felt my body heat. He always seemed to have the same effect on my body.

"You're tits have definitely grown." He purred, reminding me of the previous dispute we had had over whether my breasts were significantly larger. Punching his arm, I felt my face flush. "You pig." I pouted. "You goddess." He replied, giving my hip a squeeze and nipping at my earlobe. Suddenly feeling very hot, very fast, I swiftly stand up in order to avoid any impending discomfort. "I'm off the the shop." I blurt out, a sorry excuse to get some fresh air, and maybe some onion rings, ahhh cravings.

"I'll come with you, one-" I all but shut him up immediately. "No!" He furrowed his brows. "I mean, stay here and finish your work out, I won't be gone long." I could see the inner turmoil in his eyes, but quickly he sighed, before handing me some cash. I didn't need it, but avoided saying anything, we had had multiple arguments in the past on why he shouldn't give me money, all resulting in one thing, anger and sex.

Leaving the building, I wrapped my new white Ralph Lauren denim jacket around my freezing body. Looking up to the sky I frowned, why was it so god damn deceiving? From inside it looked as if it was boiling outside, but of course it wasn't. Just my luck.

Quickly crossing the slightly busy road, I ran across the street to the newsagents, eager to buy some goodies. How sinful, leaving the gym to buy 'goodies'. I hated the cravings at the same time as loving them. But they were becoming an insanely bad pain in my arse. For example, I ate enough chocolate to feed the easter bunny, which of course resulted in a nasty breakout on my chin. It had settled down by the next day, but it still pissed me off.

Throwing my haul of items on the counter, I grinned at the cashier "Just these please." I smiled brightly, pulling out the money from my pocket. "Just these?" He laughed, scanning my items. I stuttered slightly embarrassed, "It's not all for me!"

Yeh, like that was going to be believable, how many times had he heard that? "Hey, I'm not judging!" He laughed back, lifting his hands in the air as I practically ran out the shop with the bag in my hand.

I decided to linger a while before returning to the gym, Damon would have a fit if he saw I left for all this shit. Walking to a nearby bench, I pulled out the Lindt bunnies, ripping the foil and eating them whole. I moaned as the chocolate melted in my mouth, resulting in odd stares from around me.

Quickly shoving the rubbish in the bin and hiding the bag under my arm, I got up to leave for the gym. Yippee. As soon as I turned from the bin, I was greeted with a very harsh burning sensation on my chest. I yelped out in pain as the man, who had just bumped into me, scolded my skin with his unwelcome coffee. "Fuck, I'm so sorry!" He said, rushing to inspect my wounds. "I own a shop down the road, I'll get you a new shirt." He said, with a sincere look of apology on his face.

Alarm bells should have been going off, but the burning sensation and the sincere look on the mans face had me contemplating going to his shop to get a tee. "It's fine- I have some clothes in the gym anyway." I smiled, teeth clenched as, I'm sure, my skin blistered below my top. How fucking hot was this mans coffee? How the fuck could anyone drink something so hot?

"Please, it's the least I can do, I feel terrible." He said, eying my top as others rushed by us, unaware of what had happened. Me being the kind and sensitive girl I am, nodded. Smiling, the man lead me through the crowd, down the street to his shop. He notified that it was only a short walk and he would give me an extra few shirts as an increased apology. I told him it was fine, he simply carried on leading the way.

And that's when the alarm bells went off. The further we walked, the quieter the streets got, the less familiar I was with the area. "Erm? Where is this shop of yours?" I ask sweetly, maybe I was wrong, maybe his shop was just a little further than I expected.

But he ignored me, and carried on pushing forward, his hand on my back. I was too afraid to look at him, so ever so slightly, I slid the panic button from the waistline of my jeans- a button of which Damon insisted I carry with me at all times. I had called him paranoid, he had simply told me it was safe, careful.

Quickly pressing the button, hoping to god that this was all just some mis understanding, and that Damon would just collect me anyway. But the man carried on forward, pushing me with him. He turned a corner, I was faced with a dead end, only a blacked out car visible in front of us. I attempted to pull away, shouting profanities at the man. He simply gripped me harder.

I was so fucking naive. To immediately think that the world was filled with kind people, who never could do no fucking wrong. The door to the car opened and a man from within gripped at me, pushing me in to lie on top of him. I screamed and kicked as I felt the car rev up. The man underneath me was strong, and hoisted himself up so that I was sat on top of his lap. I thrashed, desperate to get away from him. By now, Damon would have been notified of my 'panic' and would be out of the gym in no time.

And soon enough, as he car slid past the gym, saw Damon run out, topless, out of breath as his face had only one expression on it. Pure terror, panic, fear. I tried shouting his name, I even tried waving my hands but the man beneath me gripped at them.

"Shh, tranquillo bella." The voice was soothing but offered no comfort. Still thrashing, I was forced still by his terrifyingly powerful hands. A sharp sting erupted from my left arm.

And then, I blacked out.

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