The Rogue Luna

Turmoil - Part 1

Turmoil

noun

turmoil (noun) · turmoils (plural noun)

a state of great disturbance, confusion, or uncertainty:

"the country was in turmoil" · "he endured years of inner turmoil"

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Kane’s POV

The events of the night before felt like a blur.

Like a dream almost.

I lay there in my bed, just still.

I lay there and tried to allow it all to sink in. It was almost as if it hadn’t hit me yet.

But despite the fog that clouded the memories of last night, I remembered everything.

I remembered especially once we were in the clear and had made it home, Blake handed her over to me and made his way inside first.

Winter stood there with me, her poor little body felt so fragile in my arms even more so as she lightly trembled. She was silent for the most part until she finally asked,

“What are you two going to do with me?...” Her voice shook slightly as she subconsciously leaned into me. “Are you guys going to kill me?”

I remembered letting my guard down, I remember the way she looked with anger written all over her cherubic features. I remembered the way my face stung when she hit me, the way she felt when I got the one up on her.

Showing her who exactly would be in charge here.

She was cute when she was angry, it was pretty hot when she hit me too.

I smirked as I rose from my bed, cracking my neck as Blake yawned, stretching as he stood up with me.

“How was she?” He asked, scratching the back of his ear.

Dude would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing her so feisty.

“You think she ran while we slept.”

Shaking my head, “Nah..” I said with a yawn, stretching my arms as we groggily made it out of our shared room. “Poor thing was a bit of a fighter last night.” A soft chuckle left me as we made our way into the living room, and there she was.

Sleeping peacefully, her knees tucked into her chest under the blanket I had given her despite not wanting to take it last night.

Blake raised a brow at me, a slight smirk on his face as he turned to face me slightly.

“Was she?” He muttered.

Patting my face, I nodded.

“Yup,” I admitted with a sigh, chewing on my inner cheek slightly as my eyes turned from the sleeping girl to my brother. “She got me good for a second, not even gonna lie.”

He stood there with his arms crossed now, completely facing me as he brightly grinned.

I knew he’d get a kick out of this.

“Details, I need details.” He snickered.

“Well,” Rolling my eyes, I continued as I shook my head, rubbing my temple slightly. “She was pissed... I mean, rightfully so. But she was pissed about being here, and I just let my guard down.” Blake instantly let out a loud bout of laughter before I shushed him, pointing towards Winter as she stirred around.

Blake raised a hand, nodding as he quieted down, allowing me to continue. “I let my guard down, she hit me…” I rubbed my cheek lightly, still remembering the stinging feeling that was left. “Then she took me down.”

With wide eyes, Blake scoffed, “She took you down!”

“Bro shut the f**k up.” I sneered through gritted teeth, aggressively pointing towards Winter as she stirred, turning towards the backing of the couch.

“s**t, s**t, sorry..” He hummed, sucking in his cheeks to hold in his laughter. “I’ve just never seen you be taken down by even men twice your size, dude.” He breathed in heavily, “The thought of that little runt over there taking you down just is f*****g hilarious. If it were me-”

I suppose during our talking, she had woken up at some point because she immediately interjected, that fire in her from last night laced her words as she sat up from her spot.

“If it were you I would’ve kicked your ass too.” She murmured, rolling her eyes with her stoic expression.

Blake and I immediately turned to her, he c****d a brow as the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. “No shot.” He immediately retorted, challenging her.

Winter stood from the couch, taking a couple of steps towards us.

As I stared at her, watching every facial or body movement she made, I could see that whatever fear she had in her was slowly beginning to dissipate.

She was confident… and a fighter, I loved it.

“Keep talking asshole…” She shot back, bravely staring up at my brother. Not breaking eye contact with him as he posted up, readying himself in case she tried anything. “And I’ll show you what I did to your stupid brother.”

Her insult immediately had me entertained, especially as Blake seemed to be ready at my defense.

Tsk, Tsk, Tsk.

I clicked my tongue, shaking my head.

Yeah, she may have shown me a glimpse of that fire in her, but she must’ve forgotten how easily I had her beneath me, how quickly I had her apologizing.

“You may have got me for a second,” I hummed, tilting my head slightly as her gaze immediately fell on me. “But don’t you remember what happened afterward?”

I couldn’t help but grin as her cheeks turned red and she instantly turned her face.

Just like she did last night.

Blake now was sharing the same grin I had as he calmed down, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed again.

“Remember? I had you pinned down..” I added, taking a step closer to her as she stayed in place, still not looking at me. “Then, I had you look at me.” I grabbed her face again, my hand gently grasping her jaw this time forcing her eyes back to me. That blush still covered her face. “And I had you apologize. Do you remember what you said, when you did?”

Without a word, she reluctantly nodded into my hand.

Shaking my head, my eyes watched her carefully as she protectively crossed her arms. “Not uh… Use your words.” Motioning towards Blake, I cleared my throat slightly. “I want my brother to hear you say it… Just so we’re all on the same page.”

Blake chuckled slightly causing her to shoot this venomous look towards him before finally rolling her eyes.

“I said I was sorry..” She muttered under her breath.

“Hmm, and?” I hummed.

“I said I was sorry..” She repeated with a huff, tears threatened her waterline already as her disdain obviously washed over her. “That I’d behave..”

“There ya go, sweet girl.” I playfully teased, chuckling as I let her go.

It kind of felt like a stab in the chest watching her body relax the moment I stopped touching her. I couldn’t help but think about how I wanted her to do that with my hands on her.

Maybe she’ll learn to one day.

“Now was that so hard?”

She just stood there, shaking her head as she chewed on her inner cheek.

“Can I just go use the restroom?” She reluctantly muttered. “Or does this s**t hole not have one..”

Blake whistled at her insult as I let out a chuckle. Her eyes stayed downward, then off to the side of us as she tried her absolute best not to make eye contact with either one of us.

Motioning with my head, “Down the hall to the right.”

As our girl stomped off without another word leaving those divine lips of hers while anger stayed written all over her face.

My brother and I couldn’t help but laugh, softly of course.

I’m sure if she would’ve heard us she would’ve turned right around with more not-so-nice things to say to us.

“She’s something,” Blake muttered, sighing as he shook his head. “Did not picture her to be such a…. “

Before he could utter another word I side-eyed him hard, silently warning him to watch his mouth.

No matter his feelings for her, or anyone for that matter, Blake spoke his mind no matter what. It was both a blessing and a curse.

“Such a…. Wonderful person.” He continued, coughing slightly to clear his throat. Reaching his hand back, he rubbed the back of his head as he shifted the conversation. “Anyways, breakfast? All this s**t-talking has me starving.”

Winter’s POV

As I sat on the toilet, already having taken care of my morning business. I stayed there, my head in my hands as I attempted to steady my breathing.

How could I get out of here?

My head stayed circling over idea after idea, but nothing seemed feasible. Every plan ended with me being caught either by them or running in opposite directions and being caught by someone worse.

“f**k…” I muttered through gritted teeth, my tears from before finally breaking free.

Mom’s probably worrying herself sick..

As I reluctantly stood from my seat, I stood in front of the sink, pressing my hands roughly into the old porcelain sink. My head hung low, my hair messily falling to the sides of my face from the bun I had put it up in last night.

Raising my head, I stood there, looking at myself.

Looking at the reflections of all the unfamiliar things that surrounded me.

For such a tiny shack of a place these two creeps seemed to put some care into it, I guess.

The shower was small but clean.

There was limited space to walk in, but at least it seemed well organized with the small shelf above the toilet with a couple of towels hanging from hooks and toiletries on top of the flat surface.

Maybe I should make the best of this…

Maybe I could convince them to take me home..

Or at least give in for a while and once their guard is down…

I shook my head wildly, the hair tie that held my messy locs in place flying out allowing my waves to fall down my shoulders.

“Ugh..” I huffed.

I didn’t know why my mind was so mixed up, in a way.

For some reason, the thought of making the best of things and being here for a bit despite the attitudes they carried, didn’t seem too bad, and I couldn’t understand why.

Maybe it was because of Lucas, knowing that if I had gone home now, I’d still feel all the raw feelings of being replaced so effortlessly by the man I thought was my forever.

The pain and hurt I felt internally lingered like a ghost.

But I knew being kidnapped by two huge lunatics, no matter how handsome they were, wouldn’t be the answer to all my problems.

I felt as if I were at a crossroads, uncertain of anything and everything when my decisiveness used to be my strong suit.

Everything felt like a mess that I didn’t know how to clean up.

But as I grappled with the chaos of my emotions, I peered at my own reflection, watching myself as I wiped the droplets that fell from my eyes.

I turned to the shower.

Maybe a hot shower would help because amidst the turmoil I felt the refuge of self-care call out to me.

Moving over to it, I turned on the water nearing its hottest setting hoping that it would wash away not only the grime from last night but also the worries that plagued me.

Undressing, I peeled the silken fabric off my body sighing deeply as I rubbed my shoulders. I swear it felt as if that stupid dress was stuck to me.

My eyes closed as the feeling of the tension all over my body slowly seemed to relax as the steam from the shower cocooned around me.

Stepping into the small oasis, I allowed the hot water to batter my skin. I closed my eyes, sighing once again as I could practically feel the dirt and ickiness slick off my body. The momentary peace I found as I used whatever soap they had to scrub myself clean was much needed.

The scent of eucalyptus and lavender from the suds invaded my nose and just as I began to feel content, I suddenly heard the door open.

The smells of the food the pair had cooked pushed past everything else, causing my stomach to grumble despite the stiffness in my body returning at the reminder of where I was at.

“Food’s almost ready.” The man who I recognized to be Blake softly stated.

“Y’all might be rogues, but there’s a thing called knocking.” I retorted, ignoring his statement as I pulled the shower curtain as closed as I could get it.

Blake snickered, I could practically picture him shaking his stupid meathead at me.

I just met him and could already tell he was an arrogant prick.

“This is my house.” He chuckled his unfortunately true rebuttal, “And that means I can do whatever the hell I want to here.”

Instantly, I rolled my eyes at him.

There was no point in arguing with someone like him, he’d always have to get the last word in any way.

As I put my face back into the shower head’s waterfall, I could hear him rustling around. It sounds like the cabinet opening then closing, then the sound of clothes... Maybe towels?

“What are you doing?” I instantly asked, turning around to rinse the shampoo from my hair.

With my eyes still closed, Blake responded.

“Oh, nothing.” He murmured, taking hefty breathes as the sound of fabric came to a halt.

Within the second, the shower curtain was pushed open, the metal rings banged against each other and the metal rod that held them as he entered.

Instantly, my eyes shot open, immediately landing on his as he peered down at me with a smirk. His eyes just now decided to travel up and down my naked form just to intimidate me further.

“What the f**k are you doing?” I nearly shouted while throwing my arms around me, one around my chest and the other covering my bare area. “Get out,” I demanded, backing up just out of the showerhead's range.

The soft warm mist was the only border between us now.

The further I got from him the more of his muscular shoulders and chest came into view. I could feel my face reddening just standing there in our most vulnerable state, but I could read him with ease.

He was loving this, the cockiness radiated off him as it seemed he could see the battle I was fighting with my own gaze.

It’s okay you can look, darling.

His voice intruded my mind, just like it had the night before and somehow that still felt more violating than being like this in front of him.

The blood rushed to my face even more so now.

“Dude, get out.” I seethed once more, snarling softly as he entered the falling water.

Running his hands through the short fuzz on his head, the slight flexing of his arms and the new wetness of his skin made his toned biceps look divine I felt as if I had to dissociate just to prevent my eyes from looking for too long.

He had that arrogant smirk sprawled across his face again.

God, I wanted to slap it off him.

“Nah,” He chuckled, “Kane’s busy with breakfast and I needed to shower,” He continued in a teasing tone. “and you were in here so why not do something good for the environment and shower with you? Ya know, save water and all that jazz.”

I shook my head in disbelief.

He truly was insufferable, and despite the criminal aspect of my connection with these two, for some reason that muddled cloud of maybe’s and what if’s began to infect my train of thought again the more I looked at him.

As he closed his eyes, I allowed myself just a small serving of eye candy.

My gaze traveled his body, following the indents and curvatures of his muscles, and the vascularness of his arms.

I couldn’t help myself.

As I moved back just a smidge more, I allowed myself to check him out… just from his stomach up. It didn’t feel as internally wrong if it were just his chest.

But the more my eyes trailed his upper body, I started noticing the lightened scars on his upper belly and left pec. They looked like scratches or cuts, I couldn’t tell but I found myself wondering what the story behind them was.

Were they exiled from a pack?

Were they just from old fights with other rogues?

Bad run-ins?

But as my mind wandered with curiosity, Blake turned around, his eyes still closed as water dripped down his face.

As he washed himself off, the suds slowly slid down his back revealing more.

Again, I couldn’t control my impulses. Something about them tugged at my heart and I just wasn’t sure why.

What was it about these two idiots that had my mind feeling so jumbled?

Slowly, almost hesitantly, I reached my hand out to him. I could feel my demeanor instantly shift as I gently ran my fingertips along one of the marks.

My slow touch caused Blake to jump, turning around immediately. His face changed from that cocky, horridly confident man to something softer, more vulnerable in a way.