The Devil's PlayGround

It's Gonna Be Alright

*Blaze POV*

I had begged my sister to do homeschooling for the past couple of years. If she wasn’t being bullied by cheerleaders, she would have been being harassed by teachers. Mostly male teachers.

Brie might only be seventeen, but she looks and is built like she is in her twenties. However, her demeanor is very much still a teenager.

When I was told about this teacher attacking her, and actually penetrating her with his fingers, I was instantly ready to kill this man. He had better hope that the human court system would give her justice, otherwise, I will make sure she gets it. My way.

I will be the first to admit that I am not that affectionate with my sister. I’m not overly affectionate with anyone really. I don’t have the luxury of being that way.

By the time my old man passed away, his MC had grown into the 100s with members, and our pack, Harvest Moon, was thriving with nearly one thousand members. I was now responsible for them all.

I heard Razor’s motorcycle pull up, and I went outside to meet them. I needed to see for myself that she was alright.

By the time I stepped out of the door, he was helping her off the back of his bike. She looked fine, but when I saw the look on her face, I knew that she was anything but.

As soon as she saw me, she ran towards me, and right into my arms. It’s something she had never done before, and it made my wolf, Fury, howl in anger.

“You’re alright now, little warrior. That piece of s**t will pay for what he’s done to you. One way or another,” I said softly. I felt her breath hitch, and my heart broke for my baby sister.

She nodded into my chest, but still hadn’t said a word. I didn’t want her to fall into herself, because we had been there before. It took me almost six months to get her to speak a word to anyone.

“Brie, speak to me. We aren’t going to do this, alright? You have to keep reminding yourself that you aren’t at fault here, and you are safe. He can’t get to you anymore,” I reminded her.

I heard her sniffles, and when she pulled away from me, she gave me a half-hearted smile.

“I’m good, but I don't want to talk about it anymore. At least not now. I just want to take a hot bath and lose myself to music for a while. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” she smiled, and left to go inside.

Razor stood at his bike, and I could tell he was fighting against something inside him. The anger was evident, but there was something more.

“Are you good?” I asked. When his hand went through his beard, and told me he was far from good, I questioned whether I should let him sort through it himself, or see if he wanted to talk about it. Talking about feelings wasn’t something either of us was very good at.

“Nah, man. I’m far from it. I have never had to fight to hold Asher in before. When he saw that mother fucker on her, he wanted us to shift and tear him apart. He didn’t care that we were in human territory. I didn’t either, but I controlled myself. Well, other than a few swift punches to let him know I wasn't f*****g around. I also caught myself calling her my girl. I’m sorry man, I don’t know what came over me, but I haven’t been right since,” he admitted.

As much as I should have been pissed at him calling her his girl, I wasn’t. Not at all. If it turns out they are mates, I would be alright with it. I knew he would protect her at all costs, and once he accepted it, he would love her unconditionally.

“Bro, it’s all good. Don’t sweat it. She’s safe, you’re not locked up, and if she turns out to be your girl, then we will officially be family,” I replied to him. I wasn't sure if he was serious or not, but I wanted to him to know that no matter what, I had his back.

He said he needed time to think, and I told him to do what he needed, and I would call him when dinner arrived. He waved me off, and left me standing on the porch.

It was weird standing there watching two people I cared for struggling in their own little worlds. However, there was nothing I could do but let them know that I was there if they needed to talk.

Once Flynn was out of sight, I went back to my office for the day, aka the kitchen table, and called in our food order. Neither Brie nor Flynn would eat in the dining hall tonight since it was seafood buffet night, so I agreed to order pizza from Figaro’s pizza.

“Hey Mary, it’s Blaze Spicer. I need to place a delivery order. Give me 30 of each of the wings, extra sauce on the sweet chili. Four pans of lasagna, an extra large supreme pizza, a large chicken bacon artichoke for Brie, and an extra large Sante Fe. I guess throw in three or four random 2-liters of soda. Make sure to take the tip out of my card. I don’t have cash on me. Tip the driver $50 and give yourself the same amount. Thanks, Mary,” I said as I gave them my order.

She gave me the time frame of an hour, and we disconnected the call. I went back to my work, and tried to figure out something I was struggling with myself.

Earlier that afternoon, I had a meeting with the casino. They were searching for a new security company, and I offered our services. Up until now, the biggest issue was money, and convincing my guys that they had to wear uniforms.

After the meeting today, we finally came to an agreement that would benefit everyone. They matched our price, and agreed to allow my guys to wear their street clothes as long as they left their gear at home. No patches, no vests, and no clothing indicating they were MC related.

I decided to go up and check on Brie, and when I heard her music blaring, I knew she wouldn’t hear me knocking, and I wasn’t walking into her room with the knowledge she was bathing.

I took out my phone and sent her a text letting her know dinner would be here soon. I wasn’t expecting a quick reply, but she surprised me.

BRIE: Thanks. I’ll be out soon. I hope you got my extra sauce on my wings.

I knew her well. She loved the sweet chili wings from Figaro’s and the more sauce, the better. If she had her appetite, she was going to be alright. She had to be, otherwise, I would have to get the counselors involved again. Something she would hate me for.

I sent the same message to Flynn, and he said he would just grab something from the kitchen. That wasn't happening. Not after I had just ordered him a whole damn pan of lasagna for himself.

ME: No dice. I already ordered and paid for your food. It should be here anytime. If you don't want to sit with us, then come get your s**t and eat alone, but man, you are going to make her think she did something wrong if you just duck out and avoid her.

I got no reply, but when I let him know the food had arrived, he came to eat. Dinner was quiet that night, but at least my sister was safe, and my best friend wasn't going into self-destruct mode. Everything else would work itself out later.