Chapter 9
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Pedia's POV
It was 30 minutes from the Grey house. On the way to dinner, zaddy would not stop looking at me. I got butterflies in my stomach. I tried looking at him without him knowing, but he smirked every time he caught me, which made me blush. He's f*****g hot, him and his stupid smirk, he is going to be the death of me. Well, that's after we have our children.
We arrived at the small dinner. I couldn't deal with being in a car with two hot brothers. One looks like Marion Di Vaio, and Zaddy looks like Stephen James.
Oh, my ovaries are killing me.
"Don't worry about the angle I was looking at you too." He whispered in my ear as he helped me out of the car.
I shivered, and he smirked.
Hey, body, you're playing with fire.
"Thanks."
"Shall we?" He asked in a British accent, and I nodded.
We walk into the diner, and the bell rings, and it reminds me of Groove Train Café.
"Table for three?" A girl around my age asked, flashing her boobs to Taylor, who was not even looking.
"Stop trying to seduce my brother and get us a table," Chase said. I elbowed him, and he looked at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, which made him less tense?!
It felt good pressed up zaddy like that, made my coochie tingle, and butterflies fly in my stomach.
"Follow me." Her cheeks flushed and led us to ours.
"Here are your menus." She says and hands them to us and walks away.
After we sat down, I got a ping from my phone. I pull it out. I saw a message from Sky asking where we were.
With that last message, I sent her. I turned my phone off. I looked at Chase; he was already looking at me.
"Take a picture. It lasts longer." I smirked.
"Right, it will be my background." He picks up his phone and takes a picture, and his fingers start moving.
"I thought you were bluffing/" I'm shocked; this sexy man just took a photo of me and showed me his background.
Am I in heaven?
At least I looked cute.
"He never bluffs." Taylor looked up from his phone.
"Thanks, fucktard, late notice, but note," I said and nodded in his direction.
"You guys ready to order?" a creepy waiter asked while looking at me.
I swear everyone is creepy here.
He was undressing me with his eyes. That is Chase's job.
"No."
"I'll come back in five minutes." He says with a flirty smile.
"OK?" Chase was sending him to his grave with his stare. He looked at me.
I think he's pissed. So I sent the waiter away.
"I'm sorry." I pouted.
"Don't worry. I wasn't ready to order." His voice was cold.
My whole mood went down. I'm not going to lie, but the waiter would've been cute if he wasn't undressing me with his eyes. Instead, he was giving me a creepy vibe.
Just because a girl is having dinner with two hot brothers doesn't mean I can't look at anyone else. The waiter came back with that smile on his face again.
I got a closer look at his name.
It read Mike.
"Ready to order?" Mike asked, looking at me, and then we began ordering our food.
"Tell me about you," I turned to Chase after the creepy waiter walked away.
"What do you want to know?" He asked.
Why are you so f*****g hot?
Like, f**k me.
"Anything, you seem interesting."
"I'm Chase, and I'm 23 years old," he said and stopped.
"Now tell me about yourself," he said, taking his attention away from himself.
Zaddy doesn't like the attention on him, doesn't he?
"I'm Pedia, and I'm 17 years old. I don't have siblings, and stepmother used to live with my stepmother and dad." My memories flashed through my head.
"What happened to your mum?" He asked, and Taylor gave him a look.
"She's passed away." I don't want to show any emotion.
"I'm sorry." Zaddy said.
"My mother is dead too," he said under his breath.
"How did she die? If you don't mind me asking," I said.
I am sorry I'm nosey as f**k. A girl gets to know these things, especially when it comes to someone she will let tap from the back.
Chases POV
I Chase 'The Ripper' Grey, having dinner with my brother and his friend? Never in a trillion years have I thought that would happen. Yet, when I saw the waiter looking at her, I wanted to kill him. This is something I have never experienced in my life. This feeling is foreign.
Fucking dumb asshole couldn't keep his eyes away from what's mine.
My woman.
My angle.
For 23 years on this earth, the mother of my children, I have never felt anything like this for anyone.
Kane Grey taught me I should keep my feelings locked away.
Feelings are for p*****s. I mean, I don't blame them because they are. Growing up was training, training and more training. Kane told me.
I shouldn't respect women; they are useless pieces of s**t. They are like flies that keep coming back. I listened to him until the day he killed my mother. That was when I lost it.
Kane Grey, the most feared leader in Australia, died at the hands of his son, his blood. I liked the sound his brain made when it exploded every way; the feeling of having his blood all over me was impressive.
Name: Kane Grey
DOB: 1969
Died: 2010
Cause of death: Killed by his son
Sitting in front of this beauty was intimidating. She is the definition of perfect, from her hair to her full beautiful lips that I want to kiss.
She has a giggle; she is beyond perfect.
I need to put her in mine right now. I can't have other assholes looking at mine or even talking to her.
How did Taylor become friends with this goddess?
"She was killed in front of my eyes."
"What happened to your father?" She asked.
Fuck, she is so innocent; this will be fun breaking her, making her mine, body and soul.
"I killed him, I enjoyed every f*****g bit of it." I was waiting for her to run away, faint, but she showed me something else.
She grabbed my hands and squeezed them.
Being shocked was an understatement. She brought them up to her full lips and kissed them.
I felt butterflies.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have asked." She made eye contact. f**k, this is going to be much harder than I thought.
"Let's change the topic unless you want to hear me talking about shooting Kane in the head," I smirked, and she rolled her beautiful eyes.
"You're fired." She laughed.
Her laugh is so beautiful, and it is something I want to hear every day. A sound that I can never get used to or ever get over. I am going to make sure that happens. I want to hear it every day.
Taylor came back.
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"I swear I know you from somewhere." Pedia says out of nowhere.
"Last night, I rang a bell," I said, putting my phone down, and she looked at me.
"You kept staring at me." Then, finally, she realized what she had said and put her hand on her mouth like she had spilt a secret. God, she is so cute.
What the f**k is wrong with me, just because of this one girl?
"No, babes, you kept staring at me," I smirked.
"I wasn't. I was looking around and my eyes landed on you, and you happened to be looking at me." She says shyly.
How cute.
My baby now wants to be shy and s**t.
Not going to work on me.
"Whatever suits you, honey," I said, and Taylor was now interested in our conversation.
"I've heard about Chase, who's the most feared gang-leader. I have to say I would tap that." Taylor started coughing.
"What do you think about this case you speak of?" I wanted to know more.
I am the Ripper.
"He's zaddy goals. I swear he's Greek, his body, zamn, I wouldn't mind licking his abs for sure, he is s*x on his legs." She fan-girls while Taylor recorded; she was passionate about talking about me.
I loved that.
"What else do you think about this exciting Chase guy?" I asked as I rested my hands on the table and put my head in my hands so I could look at her.
Damn, she is beautiful.
"He is damn stylish, and he's my male crush. I'm in love with him." So she says to fans herself.
"Just what I have a secret to tell you."
"All ears."
"What if I say that I happen to know him?" I smirked, and she looked so surprised.
"OMFG really? Tell him that he is going to be the father to my kids and that we are mentally dating." She smiled.
"I have another question," I said, getting interested in her talking about me, and Taylor was trying so hard not to laugh.
"Yeah."
"What if he's at this dinner?"
"I'll ask for a bear hug." She says, and she looked like a child on Christmas.
"Sitting in front of you?"
"Ask for a picture." She looked excited.
"Really?"
"Yep."
"I will tell you a secret; promise you won't tell anyone."
"Promise." She sticks her pinkie out.
I hooked my pinkie with her soft one.
"I am Chase," I said.
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