I look around for something to help me escape.
Nothing.
Fuck.
"I am open to talk, but I need to put my clothes on."
His eyes flare and he looks even more murderous.
"You're open to talk? Oh no, Love. You're going to talk."
"Yeah, sure. When I have clothes on."
He turns to the old lady as I put my clothes back on.
I hear snippets of their conversation.
"What the fuck, Grandma!?"
"Don't… to… that…!"
"She's my…! Why the … didn't you… us!?"
I turn around when I'm done dressing and have texted Grace with an explanation and a "help me"
"Uh… I…"
There's a blank where my bonded looks like he's gonna explode, his grandma looks amused and worried at the same time, and I'm sweating like we're in the middle of summer and dying inside.
You could literally cut the tension in the air with a knife.
"Well, this is awkward…" I pause "I'm sorry, I guess?"
"Oh you're going to be sorry all right."
I shiver and curse my dirty mind. My back starts throbbing again. His nostrils flare and I see him rub his left thigh. Bonded can feel when the other(s) is aroused… how embarrassing.
I start pinching myself to distract my mind from the familiar feeling.
In a flash, he's suddenly next to me and holding my arm. Through the fabric of my clothes, I can feel the heat of his hands. I immediately want to surround myself with this unfamiliar heat and stay in it. I try to shake his hand off, but he has a strong grip.
If my intuition is correct, he doesn't want me to be hurt, at least physically. So since I'm sooooo smart;
"O-ow you're hurting me.." I let fake tears well up in my eyes.
He immediately lets me go and I see a flash of worry in his eyes before it's once again replaced by hate, anger and lust.
Ha! I'm such a good actress!
I start rubbing my arm, and look at him more closely. He's is a very handsome man, with pretty green eyes and fluffy red hair. He has a square jaw and full lips. His body is slim and muscled, built for agility and endurance instead of brute strength. He is taller than me by about a head and is wearing a normal hoodie, if this ends up being like a Watt pad story, I'm going to steal it, and a shirt on underneath and he has jeans on.
"Can you two stop eye fucking each other, and get out? I have work to do." His grandma looks at me and winces, "Sorry, dear, but my grandson will kill me if I help you."
In a second, we're pushed out of the shop and are out in the street. The mafia wackos are gone.
"You- look. Here's my phone number." I show him my phone, "I'm going home, and I'm not in a mood to deal with your shit, so like… call me and we can meet up? I don't really care, I don't want to get involved with you and your shit so we'll deal with it. I guess you guys want to fuck me to get the power boost?" I need a power boost but they don't need to know that "I'll do it, I've actually been needing a good fuck for some time."
His eyes widen but he doesn't say anything. He takes my phone and wrights my number on his.
"Well, this was great but I have to go!"
Before he catches me, I run to my car and lock myself in. I turn it on, put my playlist on and start driving. I call Grace. I explain everything to her.
"Ooh, shit. Girl, you're fucked. Babe, I love you and all but I don't really want to die. I'll give you advice and if you want to go back to France, then, go you! But I'm saying this for you, avoiding them is not going to work anymore."
"I know, I know. But what am I going to do? They obviously hate my ass-"
"From what I know about Bonded, I don't think they hate your ass, and I don't think they hate you, they resent you, it's different. They think it's your fault, and they're a little right."
"I know. And I don't care if it's my fault. I'm not Bonding to mafia bosses! Sure I'll fuck them, but no other relationship."
There's a silence on Grace's end.
"I know this isn't about me, but I would try to make things work out if I was you."
"I'm going to die to my bonded's hands!"
"Well good luck, I got to go, Rave is calling me."
"Bye!"
I hang up and get out of my car. When I'm in my entry way I get a message from an unknown number.
??: Tomorrow, at 10:30, a black Tesla is going to home pick you up. Tell them that you're an avocado and that you like salad dressing, and they'll bring you to us.
Me: an avocado? salad dressing???? what the fuck?
??: Don't judge me, I didn't decide the code.
Me: i imagine "us" is my entire bonded group?
??: Yes, but don't imagine that they'll all love you and fawn over you when they see you.
Me: I didn't think so.
Me: am I going to go back home or are you guys going to force me to stay with you?
??: …
??: How did you know?
Me: I read a lot of Watt pad stories.
Me: so I guess that's a yes?
??: Yes.
Me: ok, you'll send movers to get my stuff right?
??: Sure.
I turn my phone off and start packing.