He laughs and turns to Trav. "Where is your usual line up of women Phoenix?"

"Slack tonight buddy."

"Rena, get over there and show Travis some fun."

Rena, one of the bimbos from the club stands and saunters over.

"Nah it's cool." Travis says, putting his hands up.

"Travis, you never turn down a fuck...why I remember about a month ago we had a good time..."

That is the cold hard truth of it too; this club fuck like a bunch of rabbits on heat. They are all unfaithful, all dirty perves. Except for with me, none of them would dare to touch me. It's the code, the rule. You don't touch Chief's daughter, so I am safe, mostly. Rena saunters over and straddles Travis's lap. I want to go and rip her off by her hair, but that would only end with a bullet in Trav's brain.

"My room or yours baby?" She purrs. Ugh.

"Not tonight Rena."

"I miss you Trav, come on, we have so much fun."

"I said not tonight."

"Aw Trav, you playing for the other team?" Marcus laughs.

"Fuck of man."

Rena slides her lips over Travis's neck, and he gives me a sorry look. I glare at him, and turn away. That's when the lightening cracks, out of nowhere it just cracks. I freeze; the glass slips from my hand and I can't move.

"Aw shit, baby, come on." Chief says standing and tossing Jaq off his lap.

I can't move; it cracks again and I can see her face. Lillian, my best friend...I miss her and her death was all my fault. I can see it, her beautiful blonde hair, and her smiling eyes. I scream when the next crack sounds out.

"Inside with her Chief, you know the drill."

The club members are used to this, used to how I react when this happens. Chief grips me in his arms and lifts me; I am stiff and still.

"Come on baby, daddy will get you some earplugs ok?"

"Chief, what is wrong with her?" Travis asks, standing.

"Long story for another night."

"Can I help?"

"Find me some earplugs."

I scream again when the lightening cracks against the roof. Chief soothes me with useless words and carries me upstairs.

"Wasn't your fault. All over. Going to be ok."

He says these words every time this happens. Every time. He takes me to my room and puts me on the bed, then takes the earplugs Travis brings in. He gently shoves them in my ears and strokes my hair while the sound slowly drowns out. Then he stands.

"Leave her be Trav, she will be fine now."

They both leave me alone in the dark room, where I sob and cry myself to sleep like I always do. I guess people have gotten tired of helping me every time a bit of thunder comes about. I can't blame them really. I wake during the middle of the night crying, the sound rings out in my ears even though the storm is gone. My door swings open, and Travis rushes over to the bed and is on it in a second.

He wraps his arms around me, whispering useless comforts in my ear. I cry against his shirt, gripping it for dear life. Travis rocks and I wail; I know fair well how this must look to him, but he doesn't say anything. He just holds me like the sweetheart he is. When I stop sobbing, I pull back and look up at him through my puffy red eyes.

"Baby..." He whispers.

"Trav, you can't be in here."

"I won't leave you. Just be quiet."

"Trav..."

He drags his lips across my cheek, and I know he will taste my salty tears there. My trembling subsides and when his lips meet mine, I am beyond desperate for comfort. Before I can even think; we are tearing at each other's clothes with desperation. It isn't meant to happen like this and yet...I can't stop it. I don't want to stop it. Travis is naked in a flash, and I am close behind. Our hands search desperately for things to touch, to feel, to knead.

My hands claw his back; his hands squeeze my breasts. Fingers are inside me; my hand is wrapped around his cock and we are moaning desperately. I have never felt so desperate in my life, never needed something so damned much. Travis is over me in a split second, and I can't think, I can't find the words to tell him that I have only done this a few times. He slowly pushes into me and stills a little.

"Mischief, tell me you ain't this tight because you are a virgin?"

"I'm not a virgin. It's just I never did it a lot because...well things weren't great with Dan, and he was cheating. Since then, I haven't..."

He pulls out and runs his hands through his hair. "I shouldn't be fucking doing this."

"Please Trav, don't walk away now."

He kneels on the bed, taking my face in his hands. "Tell me what happened out there tonight?"

"Not now, please."

"Then accept my apology before we go further, what I said the other day was out of line."

"I just took it wrong..."

"You are so beautiful, it just shocked me, but it wasn't a bad thing."

"Trav, I haven't wanted something as much as I want you and it scares me."

"Me too."

"Please make love with me."

He stares at me for a long moment, before sighing. "Lie down."

I do as he says; he grips my ankles and slides them so my feet are flat on the bed and my legs are apart, then he leans in and swipes his tongue through my flesh. He is gentle, sweet and soft. I groan as quietly as possible as his tongue works me until I am thrashing on the bed. When he is satisfied that I am aching enough for him, he leans over me. He sucks my nipples, licks my neck and then steps back to roll on a condom. When he is sheathed, he leans over me again.

"Gunna hurt baby, I'm sorry."

He thrusts in with one hard, full thrust. I scream into his shoulder at the pain that slices through me, he whispers a sorry as he lets me adjust. I am glad he did it like that; I couldn't have bared it going it slowly and painfully. When my body adjusts around him, he begins to pull out and slide back in. Soon, the pain is overtaken with intense pleasure.

Travis thrusts his hips slowly, dragging his length in and out, in and out. My body is reacting now, and oh god I am moaning. Pleasure I have been without for so long, possibly even my entire life, is now coursing through me at a rapid rate. My nails are dragging down his skin, and I grip his ass to spur him on. His thrusts become harder, faster, and I erupt around him as my first orgasm screams through me.

"Trav harder; I need it harder." I snarl, shocked by my own voice.

Travis curses and then thrusts his hips harder; our skin slaps together causing faint sounds to echo through the room. The bed creaks, our bodies are slick with sweat. I explode around Travis once more before he growls is release into my neck. We lay panting for a long moment before he turns and looks down at me. He growls and stands, beginning to pace the room as though he regrets what we just did.

"You scared the shit out of me the other day; don't run off on me again like that. Fuck, I didn't know what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything." I whisper.

"And what just happened in here? Why were you screaming and crying? Why did we just fuck like that? Fuck! I don't know you; I don't fucking know you anymore Mischief."

He grips his hair, confused. I peer up at him and try to think of something to say, but I have nothing.

"I am sorry."

He sighs and gets back on the bed. "I had plans, I wanted that to be...nicer."

"Trav, I loved it."

"I know, but it is killing me here alright?"

I smile, and he can't help but return one. "Don't you smile at me."

"I can't help it; you worry so much for a rockstar."

He laughs and puts his hands on my shoulders. "You are so fucking beautiful, I hope you know that?"

"I do now." I whisper.

"Next time, I will make that better for you."

"That was good for me or did you miss the part where I screamed your name over and over again?"

"I didn't miss that." He grins.

"I'm sorry you saw me like that Trav."

"What happened? Tell me."

"No, please...not now."

He sighs. "Fine, but you will tell me one day won't you?"

"Maybe."

"I have to go baby, I know that sounds really bad, but if Chief finds me here, I am dead."

"Do you think he would really hurt you Trav?"

"You are his baby girl, yeah he would. I am twenty seven this year Mischief; I am too old for you."

I snort. "Twenty seven isn't old. I am nearly twenty two."

He gives me a look. "Look, Chief wants you out of this world. He wants you to marry a man that will cherish you and keep you away from violence for the rest of your life. He won't accept me as that man."

"That's my choice to make Trav."

"I wish I could believe that."

"I don't want you to go." I whisper.

He stops and closes his eyes a moment. "You know I can't stay."

"Trav, you make everything better for me. I don't want to hide you."

He kneels on the bed and strokes a finger over my lips. "But for now you have to."

"Will you sing to me, please?"

He smiles and lies down beside me, then in the softest voice he begins singing to me. He sings a song to me that he knows I loved when I was a child. When my parents used to fight, Travis would sneak over and curl up with me, singing this song.

That's the way it's going to be little darlin, We'll go riding on the horses yeah yeah, Way up in the sky little darlin, And if you fall I'll pick you up, I'll pick you up....

"Good morning Mischief."

I open my eyes to peer at Chief stomping through my room and yanking the curtains open.

"Daddy, it's early."

"It's seven, and you have work."

"Like you care." I pout.

He looks over at me. "I care about your future, don't doubt it."

"Whatever."

"Are you feeling ok this morning baby girl?"

"Fine daddy, I have learnt to deal with it."

He stares at me. "Wish you knew it wasn't your fault, then you might deal with it in a different way."

"I'm sorry you have to put up with it, next time I will hide when I see a storm coming. I wouldn't want to embarrass you!" I snap.