The Badass and the Alpha

Chapter Eight

        I have a rule, one out of many: don't go out unarmed. Even if we are talking about a sharp pencil, scissors or a butterfly knife, there is always something that can do some damage. And you might wonder why do I feel the need to carry a weapon with me when I can handle it quite graciously on my own. It's because sometimes people can out stand me or overweight me. Like Ares or some of his buddies.

        " So, let me see if I get it right. The King, because he is dead, now the alliance is dead too and everyone is killing everyone in a run for land and dominance?" I asked popping a candy in my mouth.

        " Yeah, pretty much." James answered, " Wanna continue?"

        " I mean, if you want to."

        " Are you saying that you are not impressed with Game of Thrones."

        " I'm saying that the story is pretty simple and predictable."

        " You did not just say that!" James screamed at me like I just insulted his mum. " I shall have you beheaded!"

        " Oh please, keep your pants on from catching on fire. You can't have me beheaded, you can't even throw a punch at me without breaking something."

        " Oh yeah? I command you filthy w***e, to serve me in order to spear your life from the darkening dungeon until your faith is decided."

        " Oh no... I'm so scared..." I said full of boredom.

        " You will be." he said grabbing a pillow and throwing it in my direction.

        " You did not just do that." my answer was small chuckle from James that was preparing for a pillow fight, " I shall have your genitals on a silver plate!" I demanded before grabbing a pillow and starting hitting him.

        It went on for a while, laughs and giggles and I remembered how I got here; James and I met after the incident with Ares to clear up things and by things I mean my expulsion. He was pretty still when I asked him, well... persuade him with a manipulative-non-aggressive way, to drop the 'always say the truth' saint act. And, no surprise there, he got really offended when I used those words. After some more pleadings and negotiations, we agreed on the terms that every bad thing that I do shall be punished with 2 episodes of Game of Thrones. But as it is punishment enough for me, it is also fun, I get to hit someone and watch some violence. Not that bad if you ask me.

        " Truce! Truce!" I scream to grab James' attention.

        " You gave up already?" 

        " I have to get home. Mom is having a family dinner."

        " Nice excuse, I don't buy it." James said and continued to hit me.

        What have I created?! Some sort of monster that now is answering back to me... I need to up my game

        " If you don't stop, you will be inspecting the floor in a few seconds." I grabbed his pillow and threw it out an open window.

        " That was my favorite one." A pleading James was looking at the open structure.

        " And you will go outside and pick it up, clean it, have it as new." I petted his shoulder and grabbed my jacket.

        While I was texting Mom to let her know that I'm about to leave, I notice James looking at the keys in my hand.

        " You want to start it, don't you?"

        His eyes went up to meet mine and a smile started growing on his face. He nodded slightly, just in case I was messing with him.

        " You don't get on my baby, but you can start it." I said throwing my keys to him.

        He started jumping like a kid on Christmas day. It reminded me of the first time I saw the Streetfighter. There was no other bike that could make me that happy. And when I started it, was like falling helplessly in love.

        James was already out the door when I was remembering the first time I heard that purring noise. I was soon to follow him, but first I had to text Mom. Finishing it, I pet my pockets for the house keys, phone, wallet and the butterfly knife. I didn't want James to change his mind and send me to my death in case he finds it lying around the house.

        I started walking towards the door and James entered while I was leaving.

        " Did you scratch it?"

        " No ma'am." he nodded proudly.

        " Did you drowned the motor?"

        " No ma'am."

        " Did you get on it?"

        He hesitated for a second and I knew that he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

        " Please tell me you didn't pretended to ride my bike at full speed like those little kids." and there was my hesitation again. " Really James? How old are you?"

        " When are you going to take me for a ride?"

        " Never!" I said grabbing my helmet and leaving the house with a swift 'goodbye' hand movement.

        " See you tomorrow devil." James hollered after me, but I was already in the seventh heaven from the adrenaline I was about to feel driving back to my house.

        I was on my bike reading my mom's concerning text before leaving when I felt someone's presence.

        " What? Did I forget something?" I said turning around, expecting James with my keys or headphones, but was met with a tall figure trying to grab my shoulder.

        I didn't wait for the person to invade my personal space. I reached for my butterfly knife hidden in my right boot and swang it open. I got off my bike and started studying the figure in front of me to figure out its vulnerability repeating to myself 'if it bleeds, it can die'. 

        The safest move would be the liver or, if I really had the courage and the opening to do some damage, I would go for the jugular.

        While I was looking for opportunities and calculating my chances to take him down, the figure made a move for my knife. I backed a step and hit the bike. The shadow tried to grab my weapon again and I managed to cut his inner side of arm. It seemed to have helped cause the body looked a second to inspect his wound. It just halted him for a few seconds, meanwhile a tingling feeling started settling in me and making me hazy.

        No! Don't start now with the fear, this is not the moment to turn all jelly and start feeling!

        It was useless, even when I was trying to fight it.

        The attacker made another move and with ever inch he was getting closer, the feeling was getting even more powerful. He grabbed my arm, turning me backwards and pinning me to the ground. He turned me to face him and thrown my butterfly knife from my clenched hand. But lucky for me, he wasn't good with balance and so when he moved to my side, I threw him off and got on top of him, with my knife at his throat. 

        " Slow down now! It's me, Ares."

        " Ares? What the f**k are you doing here? Actually, even better, why the f**k are you attacking me dressed in black?!"

        " That I can explain."

        " You better!"

        " Can you get off me? Or are you planning a conversation in this position?"

        He was right, the position was rather intimate. The only element that was keeping it from getting s****l was the knife threatening to bleed him to death.

        " Will you stop attacking me?"

        " I can't promise that. BUT, I will if you will answer my phone calls."

        " Yeah... about that, I blocked you after the incident in the parking lot." I answered a little guilty.

        " Makes sense." he said, grabbing me by the waist and lifting us both from the ground.

        " So, what brings you in this situation where you have to kidnap me, again." I answered a little annoyed from the repetitive situation we were finding ourselves in every time we would meet.

        " We need to talk, again." he said realizing too the situation we were in, again.

        " I'm telling you, same situation, same outcome. I thought you got it from the last time it happened a few weeks ago."

        " I know, but this is different."

        " Let me guess: "I can change for you", "you are worth it", "you are not like the other girls", "I need you", "you are my soulmate..." bla-bla-bla, bullshit."

        " That was embarrassing... And this is not the reason I'm here."

        " Do enlighten me then!" I bit sarcastically.

        " I don't know how to tell you this nicely... or without freaking you out."

        " Just say it. I've spent enough time with you to know what is your scary limit."

        " I guess you are right, there is no other nice way of saying this..."

        Ares seemed to have stopped to process the information, searching for other ways to tell me what was going on.

        " I need you to come with me to my pack." he exhales the words out.

        " Wow... again with the pack. No thank you, now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to a family dinner." I said ripping his hands from around my waist and rounding my bike.

        " The request wasn't up to negotiation."

        " And I'm not up for Dungeons and Dragons." I said putting on my helmet and shutting my visor.

        Ares got in front of the bike and put his hands on the wheel, keeping me from leaving.

        " Hear me out and if even after I tell you why you need to be with me you want to leave, there is nothing I can do to keep you in place."

        " So you will let me leave after this, right?"

        " Cross my heart and hope to die."

        " I might take you up on that if you lie to me."

        " Fair enough. Now can we go somewhere private?"

        " What do you suggest?"

        " Meet me at the Rodeo dinner. I'll be waiting for you there." he said running towards his SUV.

        " Great, now I have to text Mom and tell her I'll be late..." I said more to myself that Ares.

        How did I get in this situation exactly, AGAIN...?