Charlie’s POV


    The Following Day


    I was d one trial was over, but the worst was yet toe. I told Rodney that her parents had beening to visit more often. I believed that they were making ns to try to get Tiffany free. They weren’t worried about the legality of anything, so I nted one of my men inside the jail as a guard. I needed to know what Tiffany was nning as she searched for an attorney willing to take her case.


    They knew that the case against her was impossible to win. It was all for show as she was trying to figure out how to get free. That was her endgame. She was going to run, but I’m not going to allow her to do that. Ana would be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life.


    My face heated instantly. I hadn’t meant to say that. That was weird as hell. Fuck, Bly probably thought that was weird as hell.


    “Is that why you make me do it so much?” She spat.


    Sh.it. Fuck. Not right now.


    “I don’t-”


    Bly scoffed as she turned her head to re at me.


    “You don’t what? Make me cry a lot? Because you do actually,” she said. “Or are you going to take back that I’m pretty? I mean, that’s pretty opposite of what you said out there.”


    Damn, why do I love it when she talks back to me? It makes me want to bend her over and tan her ass. I want to so badly. Like an itch that I just can’t scratch.


    “I was lying, talking sh.it,” I rushed out, my face ming as my dick got harder and harder.


    “Right, because who would think I’m pretty, crying or not,” she muttered, squeezing herself.


    “What? No, I meant out there,” I blurted, like a total idiot. I had an out. I should have taken it. I have to make Bly hate me, because if she doesn’t… Hell, my brothers might not get the chance they all so desperately want. I’ll take Bly for myself. But apparently, I’m just a big moron. “Bly, I think you’re beautiful. Hell, if you dressed like Alex does, you think any of us could keep our hands off you? We’d never let you out of the house dressed like that.”


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    “But you let Alex?” She questioned.


    “Who cares what Alex wears?” I replied, frowning at her. Since when have we ever given a sh.it about Alex in that way? In the way that we give a sh.it about Bly?


    “You’re a hypocrite,” Bly stated.


    My frown deepened.


    “Look, I only yelled at you because you didn’t need to talk to Alex so harshly,” I said defensively.


    “You didn’t even hear what was said,” Bly replied incredulously.


    “You made her cry,” I stated.


    “So?” Bly responded.


    “So! Do you know how hard it is to make Alex cry?” I asked. “You must have said something bad.”


    Blythe’s jaw dropped, and a small scoff left her lips. She stared at me like I was insane for a long moment.


    Then she looked around the room, like she wasn’t sure if this was real or not.


    “I didn’t say anything to her,” she said softly.


    “Come on Bly, don’t lie,” I said.


    “I’m not,” she whispered. “She was the one that-”


    “Chayton?” A knock followed by a feminine voice interrupted Bly. “Chay? You in there? Kylian said to hurry you guys are taking me out for ice cream to make up for… Well, you know.” Alex rambled on. “Oh! And… Uhm, I guess that Blythe cane if she wants… Kylian didn’t say to invite her, but… I don’t want to be rude.”


    Blythe rolled her eyes and turned her head away from me.


    “I think you shoulde,” I said as I stood up.


    “R-really?” Blythe asked, looking at me with wide eyes. Eyes filled with hope and light. My god, I’ve never seen a prettier shade of blue.


    “Yeah,” I replied, a little dazed. “It’ll give you a good opportunity to apologize to her.”


    “Apologize to her?” She asked with her face scrunched up.


    “Yeah, for being such a bit.ch,” I said.


    Bly’s eyes widened again in surprise.


    “I just told you that I never said anything to her,” she said defensively.


    “And I told you to stop lying,” I replied.


    “But I’m not! I’m-”


    “Ya know what? Forget it,” I cut her off, walking to the door. “I’ll tell everyone you don’t feel likeing. Stay here and think about what you did.”


    “But Chayton-”


    I cut her off again when I mmed her bedroom door shut.


    I woke up with a start and was a little disoriented. I looked around, forgetting we were in the car. I’m now in the backseat while Karma drives and Dev sleeps in the passenger seat. We were taking shifts driving back home to get there faster. We hate being stuck in cages. Would have ridden our bikes home if we didn’t have someone to babysit. Now they’re being taken back for us by the other guys from the club that came with us.


    I rubbed my face as I sat up a little straighter. I felt weight on my right shoulder and looked down to see Blythe asleep, her head on me. No wonder I had a dream about a memory with her.


    That was a weird one though. I barely even remember that day. Other than how pretty she looked while she cried or how hot it was when she put me in my ce. There were plenty of times between us like that though.


    Maybe I had it to remind myself that Bly isn’t who we thought she was. She’s cold, mean, and maniptive. Just like that day. She said all those things to Alex and thought that her innocent little face would get her out of any trouble.


    Well, no way in hell am I falling for that sh.it again.


    When I woke up, it was because my body realized that we were stopped. My eyes popped open and I sat straight up. Karma (yes, they will be getting referred to as their road names now. It’ll be better for me that way.) was just getting out of the car. I looked out the window to see we were at a gas station.


    “Don’t try anything, Shorty,” Psycho grumbled as he opened the door and got out. He turned to face me, his deep brown eyes that were almost ck stared at me with an intensity I wasn’t used to from him. It put me on edge. “You want something?” he asked, surprising me.


    I shook my head, and he closed the door. I leaned my head back against the seat and closed my eyes. I blew out a breath, trying to calm my racing heart.


    It won’t take them long to find me when we get to the club. They’ll show up and demand that I go back. If I don’t, they might go after the club, or maybe they’ll just kidnap me somehow. The club might give me right up. Wouldn’t be the first time, though, I don’t understand why they want to take me home now, or why my mother cares at all.


    I just want to turn my brain off.


    “Still can’t believe you called Psycho by his full name like that,” Devmented, chuckling to himself.


    Dev’s an attractive guy. He looks like he was made for the club. His long brown hair was pulled back into a man-bun. He’s a pretty big dude too. Not as big as most of the guys, but he’s still a prospect. At least, that’s what his cut says.


    “You don’t seem like what I heard at all,” Dev continued.


    “You don’t even know me,” I muttered.


    Dev turned around, his blue eyes sparkling with his smile as he looked at me.


    “No, but I’ve seen enough in thest few hours in this car with you three,” he said. “I’m not saying what I heard isn’t true, I’m just a bit confused is all. I was expecting this timid, shy, innocent little thing who yed the victim card to get everything she wanted.”


    I rolled my eyes.


    “People change,” I replied with a shrug.


    “Yeah, I guess you’re right, but something still seems off if you ask me,” he said as he turned back around.


    Well, nobody was asking him.


    I stayed silent as I waited for Karma and Psycho to get back. My mind was racing. I needed a n. I’ll have to run the moment I get the chance. Even if it means leaving everything behind, including Butter. If they find me again, it’s game over.


    They won’t kill me, but I won’t survive. I know I won’t. I refuse to live the rest of my life like that. If I can’t be free, then I don’t want to live at all.


    shback, age 19 ~


    “Hey,” a voice came from behind me with a tap to my shoulder.


    I jumped, possibly a little too much, and turned around. There was a man standing behind me looking sheepish. He was rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile. He was cute, really cute. His hair was sandy-blonde in color and styled neatly. He had light blue eyes that were almost clear. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a blue polo-cored shirt.


    My first thought was that he was a lot different from the men I was usually attracted to. He was preppy, and I liked the biker type, apparently. At least, I think so. The only people I’ve ever been attracted to before were…


    What does it matter anyway?