The arts were never manly enough growing up, but we worked past that, and it’s something I’m actually good at. I’ve always been good with my hands.
One of the last group sessions I attended involved molding clay, and I found it relaxing. The muddy clay between my hands was close to the feeling of fighting. I had all the benefits of fighting without the physical damage. The control, the creation — I fell in love with it all.
A few years later, I now make a steady income from selling my artwork under a pseudonym.
Thorne: Text: where r u?
I roll my eyes. Of course, his nosy ass wants to know. I chuck the phone onto the passenger seat. I’m busy. He can find out later.
I catch a figure walking up to my car from the passenger side mirror and scrunch my brows. Who the hell? I slide my hand down to the gun in my car doorpocket, my fingers meeting the cool metal before I recognize who it is.
He knocks on my window. I’m half annoyed he’d knock on my car window instead of calling me now that I have a phone, but I unlock the door, and in slides Thorne’s ass. He sits in the passenger seat and Silas is in the back.
“So I’ll ask again, better yet, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I’m making sure our omega gets home safe.”
“Our omega?”
“How did you know I was here?”
“You think I don’t have a tracker on you?” Silas scoffs as he leans back in his seat with his hands behind his head. His arms flex in his tight shirt. “I didn’t offer to set up that new phone for you for nothing.”
Thorne runs his hands through his wet hair; it must be from showering after the game.
“So what’s the plan? Stalk her until she accepts our bonds or?” He says with a mocking laugh.
“Shut up, Thorne,” I grumble, starting my car, still not over Silas putting a tracker on my phone without me knowing. My phone lights up with the text I actually want to see.
Noa
all my windows are locked and so are my doors.Have a good night, Havoc .
Have a good night, Havoc. With those two little cute hearts.
She sent me hearts. I must be doing something right if she sent me hearts.
“Don’t be a hog, Hav, let me see.” Silas rips my phone from my hand, and I grumble in annoyance. If he wants a text from her, then he needs to ask for it like I did.
Is it always this simple? I can’t pretend I have experience in the dating world. Fucking? Yeah, I have that down. The ladies would drop their panties for Mafia men. But, courting is different.
I’ve never done this before.
Not even with the guys. They were the ones courting me, and with their scents I wasn’t pulling a hard bargain.
“She sent him a heart emoji.”
“A heart emoji?”
“Yes.”
“I want a heart emoji.”
“Then text her yourself.” I snap and snatch my phone away. This text is mine. Not theirs.
“So what now? Why are we here?” Thorne asks as he stares at her house. All the lights are off, and we can’t see anything inside, which is good, but my radar is going off, and I don’t know why.
“Something scared her. Whoever broke into her shop, whatever the reason, it’s personal.”
