“You can all leave. Every single whore in this room is not welcome here,” Phoebe states.
The door that leads to the back room swings open and Alaina walks out. Alaina is Zane’s Old Lady, she’s the boss around here. The crowd falls silent in her presence.
“What the fuck is going on out here? I’m trying to put all the kids down!” she yells from her spot.
Phoebe begins explaining and Alaina brings her eyes to Lisha. “Pack your shit, Lisha. Don’t come back until we’re out of lock.”
“But Travis said—”
”I don’t give a flying fuck what Travis said.” Alaina begins walking up to her and the rest of us step back, making way for her to get through. Once she reaches Lisha’s face, she points at her chest. “You are a whore. Nothing about you is important to Travis but your pussy, and trust me, I hear it’s not that great so it won’t be missed. Leave,” Alaina seethes. Lisha quickly rushes out of the room, her shoulders still squared, trying to keep her pride intact.
Alaina turns to face me, her features softening. She takes my hand in hers. “Come on, babe. I’ll clean you up.” I follow behind her, my mouth sealed shut. We stop in the back kitchen where she opens up a cupboard above the counter, taking down a first aid kit.
“Sit,” she points to the seat that’s pushed under the kitchen table. I take a seat, my legs throbbing at the pressure being taken off of them.
Alaina comes across, placing the first aid kit on the table and handing me a towel. I take it off her and bring it up to my nose, eying her closely as she pulls out some wet wipes.
“Okay, take it down and let me clean you up.” Pulling my hand down, I let her wipe away at the blood.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause problems,” I mumble to her.
She shakes her head and smiles. “Don’t be silly. She started that and got what she deserved. I am interested to know how Beast is going to react. Hella seems ruthless with Melissa, too.” She shakes her head around a chuckle. “When men who ride motorcycles find the girl they want, there’s no letting up. You’re both claimed and you don’t even know it yet. Ah, the early days…” She laughs to herself, her cheeks going red. I’m not quite sure how I feel with the term claimed. Beast and I are very early days to be throwing around such a permanent label.
“Hella and Melissa?” I ask, swallowing the metallic laced saliva.
She pauses her wiping, throwing the wet wipe into the bin. “Yeah, although they both couldn’t walk straight,” she scoffs, shaking her head.
“They got together?”
She smirks. “I didn’t see it, but we all saw them disappear for an hour at the bonfire. Whether either of them remember is a different story, though, considering they ignored each other for the rest of the night. Who knows, maybe it’s nothing.” Jesus, what the hell is Melissa doing. Beast is scary, that’s a given. But Hella is the kind of scary that sends unsettling shivers down my spine. Jason X scary. And Melissa let him put his chainsaw in her huha. I’ll talk to her as soon as I get the chance to.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to gossip,” she adds. Alaina is beautiful. She has long blonde hair and big green eyes. She’s exotic looking, though, very different features which adds to her appeal.
“I don’t know what to do about that claiming statement,” I say shyly.
She stops her wiping, pulling out a little thin plaster and placing it onto my nose. “Well…” she begins, “…there’s not much you can do. Just go with it and see how it pans out. Of course, if you feel something for him. If not? You will need to run, and run far.” She laughs, placing everything back into the plastic container.
I chuckle. “It’s mutual, but I’m confused is all. I don’t know if you know much about my past, but it’s very complicated. I don’t know what to expect, but I know that when I’m with him, it feels right.”
She sighs, tucking the plastic container under her arm. “Well, that’s all you need, dear. Stick with that. I better go and check on the kids, make sure they’re all settled and let Vicky have a break.”
I nod my head. “Thank you for cl—” The ground under me shakes before a loud crack of explosions ring out. Diving under the kitchen table, I begin coughing from all the dust that has fallen around me from the roof.
This is not good.
“Alaina?” I call out, moving around the fallen rubble.
“Meadow, I’m over here. I’m good. But I need to leave and check the kids.” She rushes around the kitchen until she finds the door. Glancing around, my vision is severely clouded by the thick residue of dust floating around in the air. Touching around in front of me, I feel for the wall that I know is somewhere right there. When my hands land on the smooth surface of the wall, I begin following it across to find the door Alaina went through. Once I reach it, I pull it open to more thick clouds of dust. Coughing, I cover my mouth with my hand and narrow my eyes attempting to see clearer without getting the particles in my eye. Throbbing begins pulsing through my right arm, weighing it down in pain. There’s a large cut starting from my shoulder blade going down to my elbow, the blood dripping and running down the rest of my arm in bright red streaks of discomfort.