~ Wyatt ~Walking into the empty club was a miserable affair, well empty apart from the fucking yappy pups that were growling at me like I gave a shit about them; hadn't I made it clear that they had NOT bothered me back at the penthouse. So, I was hardly concerned by them now. Walking through the club with Emmy sleeping in my arms, I held her to me cautiously because although the bastards didn't pose any harm to me, I wasn't stupid enough to trust anyone near her while she was defenceless. My eyes fell on a female that I am sure was once beautiful, before years of cock and high heels had tainted her soul, making her as ugly on the outside as she felt on the inside. Finding a couch, I eyed it in disgust, wondering how many men had gotten laid on the filthy thing. Humans repulsed me, so absorbed in their own greed they hardly recognised what a gift their lives were."Alpha." I heard a tweedle dumb and tweedle dee announce as the door opened; Matteo strolled in, his tight-fitting suit
~ Matteo ~ Sitting on the edge of the desk, my eyes glued to Emmy and her chest's gentle rise and fall, I weighed up my options silently as I watched her sleep. I didn't like what the guy was insinuating, but I had a feeling I would need him in the hours to come; perhaps it was better to bite my tongue for now."OR forever!" Wyatt snorted. OR whatever he is called. Knowing he could get inside my head at any time left me unsettled because I didn't know this fucker or where his allegiances lay."Do you even have a name?" I asked without taking my eyes off Emmy, knowing he would have picked up on my thoughts; I didn't need to voice them."I do." He replied harshly, letting me know that he had no intention of sharing it with me. "Well, I guess I will stick with Wyatt then." I laughed sarcastically, pushing off the desk. I rounded it to sit in my chair, pulling out the phone I had taken off Ryan. I slid it across the desk to Wyatt and nodded down to it. "She.. is in trouble!" I admitted
~ Emmy ~The air in the room hung heavy with tension; I felt the exhaustion coursing through me, the remnants of the explosive experience of shifting for the first time, learning what I was and what that meant for my life now, still fresh in my mind."Cute!" I snapped, glaring at the two men in front of me. Were they really going to act like I hadn't just caught them at each other's throats, quite literally? "I know, I can't help it", Wyatt teased playfully, and I couldn't help but smile. He was an ass, and I was sure he had been pushing Matteo to react, but something about his brazenness had me hooked. He was a cheeky fucker who liked to rile people up. My eyes drifted over Matteo, and I was glad that Rae was still asleep because he looked absolutely exhausted, more so than I felt. I had absolutely no doubt she would be at his side, desperately pandering to his needs. "Someone wanna fill me in!" I barked, pushing the blanket off me. I frowned, smelling that intoxicating scent from
~ Emmy ~"I can explain that!" He nodded, and Wyatt crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. His handsome face pulled into a tight line despite the playfulness swimming in his eyes."Well, shit, I would like to hear this explanation too." Wyatt laughed, settling back against the wall, a clear message to us all he had no intention of leaving now."You can hear it from outside!" I nodded firmly. Wyatt's eyes remained glued on me, his cheeky, chappy aura turning dark quickly. "Look, princess, I killed three men today to protect you, and I have a feeling that the death count will increase by the time I hit the sack tonight, so no offence, but I think I have earned a little trust and access to the inner circle.. ok!" "It's fine!" Matteo snapped, but I could see it wasn't. He was beyond irritated that an employee was questioning him. However, he kept his resolve from where he sat on the edge of the desk to look at me."The attack was orchestrated by Ryan; he felt I had disrespec
~ Emmy ~ Sitting on the edge of the couch, my heart raced with confusion and fear as I watched Matteo and Wyatt lock gazes, their eyes burning with anger. A petty rivalry clearly formed that I had a feeling I was at the centre of. It was like witnessing a storm brewing, powerful and intense, yet I was powerless to stop it or intervene, forced to watch it destroy all in its path. "Ransom? The word echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. "How could I be the ransom? What does that even mean?" Memories flooded back to me – the way Ryan had looked at me back at the penthouse when he had choked me, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and something darker, something sinister. I tore my gaze away from Matteo and Wyatt, both of whom seemed to be on the verge of exploding, and I honestly didn't have the energy for them right now. I had done nothing wrong... at least, that was what I told myself. "You're a piece of shit!" Wyatt hissed as I blocked them out to glance around th
~ Emmy ~"No!" Wyatt roared, cutting any reply Matteo may have off with his fist slamming into the wall behind us. I could hear the plaster crumble and knew from the sound ripping through the room He had punched straight through to the bar. "For once, I agree with the shit stain behind us," Matteo answered, his tone laced with jest. "Ryan is a child, and I will not give him or his father what they want." "But Sammy!" I asked, my heart racing because enough blood had been split because of me. I didn't want any more, especially not Sammy's, because, despite the stick up his ass, I did like him! "Will be fine; my pack will be here any moment. We will find a way. We always do." Matteo reassured me, his fingers tracing my cheek, leaving tingles in their wake; I could feel that something had changed in him. A plan had formed in his mind, lifting the nighttime that was our lives. "So, what? Are you just gonna tell him no? I have heard of his family; they are not so different from you an
~ Matteo ~ I wasn't sure what the bastard was, but seeing him disappear like that, mixed with the ability to read minds and, from what I can only assume was the power to manipulate feelings, I would guess Demon. Something I had hoped Emmy was thinking too, given the gasp that left her lips. "I guess he wasn't staying by your side after all!" I remarked with a shake of my head. For all his 'needing to know she was safe' bullshit, he sure did scamper at the first signs of a fight for her affection. Pussy! "I was too harsh." She whispered, her eyes locked on the space he had been standing in seconds ago. "He fought to save me, killed for me and then I treated him like that." She admitted, and my heart sank at the anger written on her face. I watched the clogs in her head turn and knew from the way her lips pursed that she was pissed! Pulling from me, she sat motionless on the couch, her eyes flickering with confusion. "Good, if she pissed at him for leaving, maybe I can sway her
~ Emmy ~"You don't like me!" I remarked as I strolled behind Gwen out the back of the club. Footsteps slowly followed behind us, and I knew if I turned to look, I would find a male tracking me. No doubt one of Matteo's men; I wasn't stupid, if he had me guarded and watched within his own home; I was under no illusion that here, would be no different. "I don't?" She asked, not glancing behind me as she shoved a hidden panel open that I didn't even know was a door. It looked more like a mirror than an exit, which I guess was the point. "I wasn't asking a question; I was stating a fact!" I shrugged, following her through and pushing it closed behind me, leaving the chatter of the club and the guard on the other side of the wood. Dark wood panelled walls stretched the stairwell, dated and stinking of rose and vanilla, no doubt from the cheap perfume she wore. "You have a smart mouth!" Gwen snorted, my lips pursed as I silently nodded. She turned to look at me, clearly wanting an answe