Big Bad Wolfie novel Chapter 3

We reached the Main House/Master House/whatever you wanna call it, and started heading towards my uncle and aunt's office.

"So, one of the things we had to discuss," he started. He leaned in and tightened his grip, while somehow keeping his pace.

He got nice and close to my face. Which I usually completely despise, but only found mildly uncomfortable because of the "special circumstances" between us.

But, just like all the other people that get all up in my business, I want to eat his face off.

. . . Just in a different way.

Disclaimer: I don't actually go eating people's faces off. That's gross.

Anyway, he leaned down and said loudly and clearly, "You're coming with me to the Leadership Gala tomorrow night," not leaving any room for discussion.

Well okay then.

It doesn't make much difference to me. I had plans to go anyway.

  Not for the wine or art, but for the dancing portion they always have, and most importantly, the company.

I slow clapped. "Ah, smart. Wearing the enemy on your arm like a trophy. How —"

"Strategic," He finished for me, with a. . . Is that a ghost of a smirk?

  A little cocky are we?

  Noted.

"Actually, I was gonna say typical, but whatever floats your boat."

He rolled his eyes and let out a disapproving grunt, "Whatever."

  Then, he suddenly switched and put on a weird face. "But don't consider us enemies." He took his hand off my neck and draped it over my shoulder.

Um. . .

. . . I can't decide weather I want to cuddle into him or rip his arm off. So I just stiffened.

"We're all one pack now, and I'm responsible for everyone's well being," He finished. "That includes you and your house."

"Well, isn't that sweet of you to consider," I rolled my eyes.

  He gave a swift nod. "It is." He turned to look me in the eye. "Things could have been a lot worse," he remarked darkly.

  "They could have also been a lot better," was my blunt response.

  "Y'know, you guys are lucky —"

  "I know right. We got a softy for an invader," I let out a half smirk, just to spite him.

  "No, I'm not!" He exclaimed. "I'm willing to do whatever I need to," he barked, trying to sound threatening.

  "Of course you are. You're willing to do what all your douchebag allies expect you to, to gain all of you power," I agreed. "Another reason I won't be thanking you. With that agenda, things will definitely go to crap eventually."

  I paused.

  "But, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say you'd never do it on your own," I finished.

  Silence.

  "What do you know?" He shot back aggressively.

  I didn't respond, but I know my reasoning.

  I know my whole house is still alive. I know he let my cowardly aunt and uncle walk. If he weren't a softy. . . That wouldn't be the case.

  The conversation ended there.

We turned down the hall with my aunt and uncle's office on it, and I was expecting to go to the end, but we made a sudden left. The @ss hole practically threw me into the middle of the room we turned into.

"Get some rest. You've got quite a day tomorrow," Wolfie instructed shortly. He immediately turned and started heading for the door.

"Sleep tight," he threw over his shoulder mockingly as he slammed it shut.

Click.

  That was the lock.

I'm locked in.

  Of course I'm locked in. What am I? captain obvious?

  I looked around the room. It's been completely gutted, other than a small mattress on top of the metal "bed". Accompanied by a thin blanket and pillow with a spider man pillow case over it. Which I have no idea where they found. Unless they brought it themselves?

  I don't know, it's just a random thing.

  I lied down on it and looked out the bolted shut window. Two thoughts linger in my mind.

  Definitely not getting any sleep tonight.

  What the h3ll is going to happen to my house?

~*~*~*~

  "Hey."

  "Hey!"

"Hello!"

"WAKE UP!"