Saving His Princess(5)

By: Elisa Leigh

“Some things went down in Atlanta. Canton’s crew is probably already on property cleaning up the mess. There won’t be blowback on us, I can guarantee that. I couldn’t stop myself from protecting her Ryk. I saw her and immediately knew she was mine. Give me a day with her, and we’ll meet up and go over everything that happened.”

He claps me on my shoulder and squeezes. The man is my best friend. We went to school together, basic training, and did our four years. When we got out, we decided to pledge the Steel Daggers and prospected together. We’ve been through a lot, and I know he’s got my back no matter what.

“You’ve got a day, but we will need to talk.” He says pointedly and looks at the woman asleep in my front seat.

“Thanks, man.”

We go in our different directions, and I get into my truck, ready to get her home. She doesn’t know it yet, but this is her home now too. I’m going to make it my mission to make sure she’s taken care of for the rest of her life.

She’s still asleep when I park in the garage, so I carry her up to my bedroom. Setting her sleeping form on my bed, I get out one of my shirts and place it next to her. I quickly undress her and notice her hot pink silky panties. I’m immediately enraged she has them on. They are something I’d imagine a hooker wearing. I don’t know much about her, but I know she wouldn’t wear these. Who the hell bought them for her and why is she wearing them? As much as I don’t want to, I leave them on.

I finish undressing her and put my shirt over her beautiful body. Not needing to pull the sheets down, since I never make the bed, I lay her in the middle and cover her up. Grabbing a change of clothes from the closet, I head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I walk back into the bedroom, I’m happy to find her snuggled up to my pillow and sleeping soundly.

Pulling my reading chair closer to her. I sit down propping my legs up on the side of the bed watching her sleep. I should go into the spare room, but I’m unwilling to leave her side. I watch her for half the night, but eventually, I can’t keep my eyes open any longer.

Chapter Four


I wake up having slept better than I have in months. I sit up in bed and immediately notice I’m not wearing any of the clothes I was last night. I look down at the shirt that is way too large for me wondering where I got it and who put it on me. I freak out momentarily wondering what happened, and then everything comes rushing back.

I look around the room and find the man who saved me sleeping in a chair. That can’t be comfortable. I watch him for a few minutes, intrigued by how peaceful he looks, when yesterday he seemed cold with everyone, everyone but me.

It’s still dark out, but the clock reads six fifteen. I’m usually up by five o’clock to be working by five thirty. I crawl to the edge of the massive bed and hop down.

Finding the bathroom, I close the door, so I don’t wake him and turn the light on. Oh my, this bathroom is beautiful. There’s a nice sized tub and a separate shower. I go to the shower and turn it on as hot as I can take it. I scrub my skin using a washcloth I found in a drawer. I scrub myself until my skin is pink, and I finally feel clean enough to stop.

I stand there under the powerful shower head thinking of nothing but the feel of the water raining down on me. It hits me that I’m not busy worrying about how Steven will react to anything I do. I don’t know what is going to happen to me. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now, but what’s important is that I’m free. Oh my god, I’m free! I start sobbing uncontrollably.

Before I fall to my knees, he’s there, pulling me into his arms. I don’t know how he knows, but he does. He knows I need him. In a shirt and basketball shorts, he sits down on the bench in the shower and holds my wet body in his lap. He holds me, stroking my hair and rocking me slightly.

“Shhh, Princess. I’ve got you now. Let it all out.”

Holding him tightly, I cry into his strong form as he strokes my back. I let all the emotions warring inside me out. After a few minutes of crying, I pull back and look into his concerned eyes. “I made it, I’m out.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I prayed every day for an answer, and he gave me you. You’re my angel God sent to save me.” I whisper into his ear, and he goes still. I kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Vince.”

He holds the back of my neck in his large hand and strokes his thumb back and forth across my pulse.

Clearing his throat, he tells me “It was an honor, Lana. I’d do it a hundred times to get you out of there and out of his arms.”

Vince stands and walks out of the shower and standing me on the bath mat. I cross my legs and put my hands over my breasts trying to preserve my modesty. Turning around he reaches over and grabs a towel wrapping it around my body, then grabs another and walks behind me drying my long hair.

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