Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I only slept for a few hours, which was surprising because I thought Jet-lag would kick my ass... but it didn't. The room was silent and when I opened my eyes, it was still pitch black. I got out of bed and walked over to the window. I hadn't closed the curtains, so I could see out into the yard. 

I couldn't see much, There was only one light, dimly lighting the lot outside, but what I did see was motorbikes. I checked the time, it was after 4 am. There was NO WAY they could still be drinking and partying... Is there? 

Since I was still completely dressed and thirsty, I gave myself a once over in the mirror and headed out the room, pulling the door closed behind myself. I was surprised to hear... well, nothing except multiple people snoring. When I walked out into the club area and headed for the kitchen, I noticed there were sleeping bodies everywhere. On the bar, the tables, the floors, the sofas... it looked like it had just been a big free-for-all orgy.

I just shook my head, slightly amused and went to make myself a cup of coffee. Luckily, they at least had sugar and milk.

While I waited for the water to boil, I went back out and looked around again, quietly so not to wake anyone and almost instantly noticed a big wall full of photos... more specifically, Mug shots. Some of the people on the wall, I hadn’t seen or met, but a lot of them were faces I recognised, Jackson, the other guys... and then right at the top, Ron.

They had all been arrested at some point, but that didn't surprise me. I'm not one to judge a book by its cover, but from everything I've seen and heard, I would put big money on betting that all of them had spent some time in prison at least once or twice… It wouldn’t surprise me if Jemma has too… she kind of just had that vibe… The ‘’Take no shit, I’ll smash your face in’’ vibe. 

'Admiring our sins?' I jumped in surprise, hearing someone's voice and turned to see who it was. As soon as I saw it was Mr.Curls, I turned back around and carried on looking at the photos. Looking for his...It didn’t take me long to find it... Right at the top, next to Ron. 

He looked so different but .. the same at the same time. He didn't have any facial hair and his hair was shorter, but I couldn't help but smile. He was cute.

'So, what were your sins?' I asked, looking at him.

'Wouldn't you like to know?'. I looked him up and down slowly, taking in his whole appearance before my gaze reached his again and I saw he was smirking.

'Second though.. No. You look like the kind of guy who sins I don't wanna know about'. His smug smirk faded fast and I walked back into the kitchen.

I made my drink and headed back to my room. Closing the door behind me, I jumped and screamed in shock and surprise (again), when I saw he was sitting on my bed.

'What are you doing in here?!' I snapped. He stood up and walked over to me. He took my drink from my hands before he pinned me against the door. My breathing deepened in fear and I searched his face for.. something. Some indication that he wasn't going to hurt me... but I saw nothing but darkness.

'Remember, you are a guest here, little girl'. I nodded quickly and he moved away from me, pushing me out the way roughly and he left the room, slamming the door behind himself.

Fucking hell. That guy is a psychopath!

I stayed, lying in the bed, facing the door for the rest of the night. As soon as the sun started to rise, I started to feel a little better, but it wasn't until I looked out the window and saw Ron arrive that I really felt... Safe.

I went back to the bed and laid down again. Knowing he was outside made me finally able to close my eyes and drift off again.

***

It was after 2 pm by the time I woke up properly and well after 3 before I was showered and changed and headed out of the room with my laptop in hand. The club was empty and surprisingly a lot cleaner than it was last night. I made myself another cup of coffee and went to drink it outside.

As soon as I walked out the door, I was met by the same several familiar faces, all smiling.

'Good afternoon'. Jackson greeted.

'Afternoon guys'. I sat down a few tables away from them so as not to intrude on their private conversation, but, I had a feeling the second I stepped out of the clubhouse, whatever it was they were talking about, ended. A few of the guys came over and sat with me.

'Did you sleep well?' I was about to answer when Alexander, aka ‘’curls’’, walked around the corner. The guys seemed to notice my mood change and looked back and forth between the two of us.

'I slept fine, thanks'. I answered the question quickly and turned my attention back on my computer. They clearly sensed that I didn't want to talk anymore and left me to it. I found myself going to Google and typing in anything I could think of that could give me more information on these guys. Turners Garage, CA, Ron's name, the club's name, Pleasant-Tree-Ville, anything and everything and... not surprisingly, the only things that came up were stuff I already know.

There was so much crime, so many problems, so many... bad guys. I read through it all, hoping to find something more. I wanted to know more. If I was going to have Ron Hale in my life... I needed to know WHO he was and who these guys were too.

The more I read, the deeper down the Google-rabbit hole I seemed to get.

'If you want to know about us, just ask?' I looked over and saw Alexander stood there, the other guys had gone. I swallowed deeply. This made me nervous. HE made me nervous.

'I was just... curious'. He hmmm ed.

'Curiosity can get you hurt'. I closed my laptop and stood up, walking over to him. I was getting tired of this. I knew Ron wouldn't let him hurt me... even if he did scare me.

'Is that a threat?' I watched as his eyes slowly rolled over my body. 'My face is up here'. As soon as I said that, his eyes shot to mine and I couldn't help but feel a little smug.

'Watch your attitude, sweetheart. Women are expendable around here'.

'I'm not a woman. I'm a daughter'. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, but then he burst out in a loud, almost sinister chuckle, but in a fucked up way, I could tell it was a completely genuine laugh.

'Jemma is throwing a big family dinner tonight. Be there'. He went to walk away, but I stopped him.

'I don't know where ''there'' is'.

'Be ready by 7. I'll pick you up'. And with that, he went back into the club. Shaking my head, I went and sat back down again.

I just sat there, for what seemed like forever before I opened my computer again and decided to video chat my best friend from back home and tell her what a rollercoaster I was having... and it was only day two! 

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Just a reminder, this isn't fanfiction. i used elements from a few shows I've been watching recently for inspiration but that's about it. So, please bear that in mind if you are about to comment ''This is clearly a ''*****'' fan fiction. It isn't. New chapter coming soon!