My Run Away Ch 05

Thank you to celticturtle for editing my story for me, and for helping me write part of this chapter! Thank you to everyone who likes and comments. I hope you guys are enjoying my story so far! I'm sorry if some of you think this isn't romantic enough. This is the first story I've written, so please bear with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter! Thank you to the people who are still reading my chapters. Chapter 6 will be in the writing process very soon! I will keep everyone updated through my bio!

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Luke and Michael rushed to the control room. Startled by their action, the men looked from the screens.

"Go back to the video of the van. Now." Luke demanded.

One of them nodded and rewound the video until the license plate was visible.

"Zoom in on the plate." Luke commanded.

Zooming in on the plate, Luke saw the license plate characters clearly. He pulled out his phone.

"Ryan, I need you to track a plate for me."

"Okay, give it to me."

"ITQ-691. It's last known location was here at the warehouse less than 5 minutes ago."

"Give me 5 to hack into the city's surveillance cameras. I'll send you the location."

"Thank you, Ryan. This is urgent, so hurry." Luke hung up.

Luke and Michael rushed back to his office to develop a plan. After drawing out a plan, they both walked to their rooms to get geared up.

Michael put on his protection vest. He stuck a pistol under his waist band and a back-up in his left ankle strap. He also made sure to grab extra ammo. He strapped a dagger to his right ankle. He hastily checked his gear before making his way to Luke's room.

Luke normally would have taken time to put his protective vest under his shirt, but he only took the time to strap it over his clothes. He strapped his favorite gun into his waist band and a dagger to each ankle. He stuffed mace into his pocket. As he filled a bag with ammo for back up as his phone dinged. He picked it up expecting to see the location from Ryan, but it was a video from Jake. Luke pressed play praying that Delilah was unharmed. She was strapped to a chair unconscious with cuts and bruises.

Jake's message read, "Come alone if you want the bitch to stay alive."

Luke's hands were shaking with fury.

Michael came into his room, "Sir, everything okay?"

Luke approached Michael and showed him the video of Delilah and the text message.

"What do you want to do, sir?"

"We'll continue with our plan, but we have to be more careful."

"Yes, sir."

Luke's phone dinged with a message from Ryan with the van's location. "Let's go."

Luke and Michael ran downstairs. Luke's car was waiting on them at the entrance.

Luke punched in the coordinates from Ryan's text into the GPS.

"Unstrap her and put her on her knees." Delilah heard an unfamiliar voice.

Jake shoved Delilah onto the ground. "This is what a real boss looks like!" He said as he yanked her hair back forcing her to look at Anthony, the leader.

"Jake told me that you're Luke's bitch. He also said that you've been helping him with office work. Now, you're going to give me his bank account numbers." Anthony said as he leaned down.

"I don't care what you do to me. I'm not going to tell you shit." She spat in his face.

He scoffed and slammed her head down on the ground. She groaned in pain and leaned her head her head forward. He wiped her spit off his face.

"You're a feisty one. How does he put up with you? He likes obedience not impudence."

"How the hell do you know what he likes. You don't even know him."

"I don't know him?" He laughed. "I know him better than you do. Why do you think I agreed to Jake capturing you? Luke and I have unsettled business. See, he took away someone that was very dear to me, so why not take someone away from him. Who would better fit the description other than you?"

"If you're trying to lure Luke here to save me, you're wasting your time. He doesn't care about me. He won't come here you stupid dipshit."

"You're lying!" Jake yelled out. "Ever since you got there, you've been making him change."

She looked up at Jake and laughed. "Me? Change him? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard. How could someone like me change him? I'm no one."

"You have changed him! He never let anyone get close to him, but he's letting you in. He would never do that to his men."

"Oh, I get it now. You kidnapped me because you're jealous." She laughed. "Are you serious? You could've just told me you liked Luke."

"I do not!!"

"Really? Then why would it bother you if I were getting close to him? Why would it bother you if he were changing because of me?"

"Because a whore like you doesn't deserve someone like him."

"I'm a whore? Tsk... okay." She rolled her eyes.

"You little—"

Anthony cut him off, "Enough!"

"Sorry, sir."

"If you're mad, use your hands not your mouth, idiot. Like this."

Anthony slapped Delilah across her face. She gasped loudly and spat out blood. She lifted her head back up to say something, but Anthony smacked her again. She grunted and coughed hard.

"She will run her mouth to piss you off. That's what people like her do."

"Yes, sir."

Anthony tugged Delilah into a chair. "I'm going to leave her under your watch. If Luke gets here, let me know. If he's not alone, let me know, and I'll kill her."

"Yes, sir."

Anthony walked back to his office. Jake sat down in a chair in front of her. Delilah rose her head up and looked at him.

"You're making a mistake you know that, right?"

"Luke isn't my boss anymore. I don't take orders from him anymore."

She rolled her eyes as she averted her eyes from Jake. She noticed movement outside the door, so she looked over. She saw a shoulder, but she thought it was one of Anthony's guards. She looked away and leaned her head back against the back of the chair.

She sighed. "I'm telling you; he's not coming for me."

"You don't see what you're doing to him."

"Because I'm not doing anything to him. He's still the same old Luke."

"Bullshit—"

He started to argue with her, but he remembered what Anthony told him. He stood and punched her in the stomach. The air escaped her from the impact. Suddenly a gunshot echoed and a bullet hit Jake in the kneecap. Jake yelled out in pain as he fell to the ground gripping the bleeding hole in his knee.

Delilah looked up as Luke rushed towards her.

She shook her head. "No, don't. It's a trap."

"I don't care. I'm not leaving here without you."

He pulled out a knife cutting the ropes off her. As she broke free, Anthony emerged out of his office. Luke put away his knife and moved in front of her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here."

"Anthony." Luke looked at him with loathing in his eyes.

"Luke, buddy, pal. What do you think you're doing?"

"Saving my woman that you kidnapped."

"No, Jake and Noah kidnapped her. I just hit her a little."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You know why! You took Isabella from me! The only person that I ever loved in my entire life. You ruined everything!"

"It was an accident. You wanted her to go with me. I tried to keep her safe. She's the one that went off on her own."

"No! She died because of you!"

Luke sighed, "Anthony, I'm not going to argue with you. You won't listen to me because you're going to blame me no matter what."

Anthony charged at Luke and a gunshot went through his thigh. Anthony fell to the ground, and Michael rushed over to Luke.

"Sir, we need to get out of here now."

Luke wrapped his arms under Delilah's legs. He picked her up and followed Michael out of the building. Luke climbed into the back seat, holding Delilah close. Michael started the car and gravel flew as he sped away.

"I'm so sorry. I should've been more careful. I should've stayed in the room with you." Luke's voice cracked.

Delilah placed her hand on his cheek, "You came for me."

"You sound surprised. Delilah, you are the most important person in the world to me. Of course, I came for you."

Michael pulled the car up to a door at the side of the warehouse and opened the door for Luke. Luke carefully picked Delilah up, cradling her as he walked into the building.

All of his men were gathered in the large meeting area. As soon as they entered cheers erupted. Delilah titled her head, amazed that the men were happy to see her.

"Luke maybe part of the problem is that I've kept myself secluded from the men. These men are loyal to you. I trust them not to harm me."

"We'll discuss it later. Let's get you settled into bed."

Luke carried Delilah to their bedroom. Sitting her on the couch, he slipped her shoes off her feet.

"I would really like to take a shower. I feel so dirty." Delilah rubbed her arms feeling that she would never be able to wash away all the things she had experienced throughout her life.

"Can you do it yourself or do you need help?"

"I can do it." Delilah laughed.

Delilah turned the water as hot as she could bear. After thirty minutes her skin was dark red. She didn't know if it was because of the hot water or from the vigorous scrubbing she had put her skin through. As she dried off, she realized that she had forgotten to bring clean clothes with her into the bathroom.

She wrapped a towel around her body, twisted another around her wet hair, and walked back into the bedroom.

Luke had been anxiously waiting for Delilah, he quickly stood when she exited the bathroom. He felt the air leave his lungs when he looked at her. She was wearing only a towel, her skin flushed from the shower.

"You are looking at me like a snack." Delilah said playfully.

"Oh, no sweetheart. You are nothing less than a five-course meal."

Delilah could feel the heat of his stare. She was so tired of going through the motions without living her life. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that she was in love with Luke. It didn't matter that she had only known him for a short period of time. It didn't matter that he was involved in a questionable business. All that mattered was her need for him. As she came to this realization, she released her inhabitations and her towel.

"You are simply stunning." Luke quickly closed the distance between them.

Delilah smiled shyly up at him.

"Are you sure about this?" Luke cupped her face.

"I'm sure." Delilah tiptoed kissing him softly on the lips.

"I know you have endured a lot of abuse. If there is any point, no matter when, that you want to stop. Just say the word and I'll stop with no questions asked."

"I would never ask you to stop in the middle." Delilah was shocked that Luke would make such a selfless offer.

"I mean it Delilah. I don't want to cause you any pain or discomfort. Let me know if you need to stop."

"You have on too many clothes." Delilah unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with trembling fingers.

Luke placed his hands on her hips and watched as she slowly unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Delilah slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders, sliding the shirt off. She felt his pectoral muscles tense as she slowly moved her hands over his bare chest. His abs were firm and ripped. It was hard to picture how toned his body was when it was covered in a shirt. Now that his shirt was off, she allowed herself to explore him. He stood very still, afraid that at any moment she would change her mind. If she did, he would obey her wishes but it would kill him to do it. He had never wanted anyone so badly in his entire life. Before he knew it, his pants were a puddle on the floor.

Delilah gasped at the tent in his boxers. "Oh, wow!" She said as she slid them off his hips.

"You can take me, Delilah. I will be gentle with you." Luke assured her as he scooped her up into his arms.

Laying her gently on the bed, he delicately kissed her lips. As his need increased, so did the intensity of his kiss. She matched the passion of his kiss, locking her hands behind his head as he softly bit the curve of her neck. He caressed her generous C cup breasts. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he nibbled and sucked. He flicked his tongue on the hardened nub as the half-dollar sized areola crinkled. Her nipple swelled to the size of a pencil eraser. As he moved farther down towards her stomach, she placed both of her hands over the scars that covered her abdomen.

He raised her hands to his mouth and planted kisses along her knuckles. "Delilah, you don't ever need to be self-conscious of your body or your scars with me."

A single tear rolled down her face. Her father had always been very careful to make sure any damage he inflicted on her was not visible. No one had ever seen her scars before; she felt a surprising amount of shame now that someone could see the evidence of the abuse she had endured for the better part of her life. She didn't know if he genuinely didn't care or if he only said those things because he wanted to have sex with her. He ran his hands over her scars and then placed kisses all over her stomach. This act more than his words showed her that he did not mind her scars. If he didn't mind touching them, then she would make an effort not to feel so self-conscious about them.

Luke continued to trail kisses lower down her abdomen. When she realized what his intentions were, she grabbed his head. He looked at her as she said, "I don't think you should do that."

"Why?"

"I just... I've never done that. I don't think I'll like it."

"If you really don't want me to, then I will honor your wishes." He began kissing her thigh.

She was surprised by the intense pleasure his kisses caused as he made his way to her inner thigh. "If you really want to do that, then I'm willing to try it."

He smiled at her as he spread her legs apart. He slowly moved his tongue along her clit, giving her time to adjust to the sensation. He flattened his tongue and gradually increased the speed and pressure he exerted. Her hips arched as her pleasure built.

"Oh, my god! I didn't know it would be like that!" She yelled as her orgasm spasmed through her. In theory she knew what an orgasm was, but she had never experienced one until now.

He smiled at her, proud to have given her pleasure. He positioned his body over her and began kissing her again. She started to object because his face was covered with her juices but she really didn't mind the taste. It was from her after all, she shouldn't be embarrassed of her own fluids. He ran his tongue along her lips before inserting his tongue in her mouth. She followed his lead. As the kiss intensified so did her need.

"I need you inside me." She was panting as she broke the kiss.

She could feel the moisture as he rubbed the head of his penis up and down her opening. He inserted his head into her and gauged her reaction. Feeling secure that she was ok, he slowly pressed himself into her until his full length was inside her.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

Her response was to pull his head to her. Her passionate kiss prompted him to increase his thrusts to a steady pace. She could feel his thick shaft stretching the walls of her vagina. He pulled her butt up and rose to his knees. As he thrust into her with increasing intensity he held onto her hips. Bordering between slight pain and intense pleasure, she matched his thrusts. She arched her back allowing him complete access to her deep expanse. She could feel her climax building. He picked up on her pleasure, but instead of continuing with his current rate he lowered her legs slightly and laid on her body. He slowed his rate but continued to thrust. At first she was frustrated that he hadn't allowed her to reach another climax but he distracted her by softly biting the sensitive curve of her neck again. As sweat gathered between them, their bodies slid effortlessly.

"I love you, Delilah."

"Ditto." He longed to hear her say those words, but ditto would do for now.

Claiming her mouth, he pumped inside her until their hips pounded together. Feeling her quiver with a second orgasm sent him over the edge. He was unable to hold back any longer. He roared with pleasure as he filled her with his cum. Collapsing onto her chest, he tried to slow his breathing. She grasped him tightly, locking her arms at his back.

"Wow." She panted out between breaths.

"That's an understatement." He laughed as he rolled to the side.

He pulled her head to his chest. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would never be able to let her go.

As their breathing returned to normal, they cuddled up to each other. Luke softly rubbed her back as she rubbed his arm. She ran her hand over his tattoo. Only ever seeing part of it, she was amazed to see the full design. It was two red roses but in the middle was an anchor. She started to wonder what it could mean or if it even had a meaning.

"What does your tattoo mean?" Delilah asked softly and looked up at him.

"I was always close with my mom, and she was my anchor. When I was little, I would always go out into our garden, and pick a rose for her. I would always get cuts from the thorns, but I didn't mind because it was for her. When she passed, I incorporated the anchor with the roses as a tribute to her."

She watched his facial expressions as he talked. She was amazed by how open he was with her. It dawned on her that there was no chance in hell that she would ever leave this amazing man. She loved getting to know him more every day. She leaned up and kissed him softly on his lips. He smiled against the kiss. She laid her head back on his chest as they held each other closely. They spent the rest of the night cuddling and talking. As the first rays of sunlight came through the window, they fell asleep still holding onto each other.