Somehow, we drew the short straw in life. I’d like a refund on some of my previous experiences, please.
Hidden behind a large concrete column with Winter plastered to my side, I watch as Madam Clara prowls into the warehouse, her dark eyes darting around as the building settles around us. It’s an older building as much of Savannah is, and with character brings creeks and moans in the structure.
“Matilda, what the fuck?” Madam Clara snarls under her breath.
Winter’s aunt is pushed forward by a couple of Madam Clara’s men, and my brow furrows. It’s one thing to highly suspect something, and another to fucking see it.
I can feel the emotions inside of Winter as if they’re my own, and it feels as if my heart is breaking. God, I can’t stand this fucking cunt, and I was never a fan of Matilda to begin with after our first meeting.
“Winter? I’m here, baby,” Matilda calls out, making my blood boil with anger. “I’m sorry about the noise, honey. Thewarehouse is locked up tight. How did you even get in here? Come out, please.”
Winter swallows back her audible emotions as she refuses to answer. We’re going to have to come out, we both know that. I want to see more of their interactions though.
It definitely feels as if Madam Clara is forcing Matilda in a sense, but that’s not going to save either of them from what’s coming.
My heart pounds as I watch Madam Clara grow angrier, and like a dog that’s been trained with violence and pain, I nearly piss myself at the sight. Her anger always meant we’d lose pieces of our souls at her version of justice.
Fuck do I despise this alpha so damn much.
Patience…
Whether the word comes from Winter or my inner sense of preservation, I can’t tell, but it’s solid advice. We’re so intertwined, there are times I have to ask myself if they’re my emotions and thoughts or not. It’s wild but comforting as well.
“We can be a family again,” Matilda says, trying again as she glares at Madam Clara. They’re the silent words of:I’m trying bitch. Shut the fuck up.
It’s safe to say there’s no real love lost there. Whether she's being coerced or paid to flush us out, it doesn’t fucking matter at this point. She’s the enemy.
“Come on, Winter,” her aunt sighs. “What else are you going to do?”
Madam Clara and her men step back into the shadows as if that’ll make us forget their existence. There’s some trash on the ground near me that suggests we aren’t the only people who’ve been here. Shaking my head, I pick up an empty can and toss it further into the warehouse to force Matilda to move further away.
Winter raises her wrist to remind me of the emergency button, and I decide this is as close to danger as I want to fucking be. Clicking it as instructed, I move quietly in the direction I threw the can.
We’re planning to be caught, only on our terms.
“Aunt Matilda?” Winter asks in a small voice. “Do you mean it?”
We both know she doesn’t, but I think my girl should go into theater because her acting skills are on point.
“Where are you?” Matilda demands, walking faster. The moon is hiding, and everything is much darker in the building now.
Thank goodness for decent night vision since we’ve been in this building for hours at this point. My ass was getting numb from the ground.
“I’m right here,” Winter says.
We both stop, waiting for Matilda to get closer. The sound of air puffing through the building makes me gasp and Winter sags against me a moment later. Lifting her in my arms as her mind goes silent, her head falls back to show she’s asleep.
Fuck.
“You’re still getting her into trouble, aren’t you, boy?” Matilda asks with a cruel smile as she sees me.
“You’re still a bitch I see,” I snarl, glaring at her as Madam Clara joins her.
“Matilda is a greedy bitch, and it works out great for me. You and Winter will always belong to me, Bellamy,” Madam Clara says. “Are you going to be a good boy?”
“No,” I reply, done with the charade. “Fuck you both. I’m not going back to your bullshit.”
“You stupid shit! I own you!” she screams, her hand shaking as she motions her men forward.
