Aria
“What are you doing in here, Dez?’ I ask as I turn to look at the man staring at me. Mim’s bed is made, which means she hasn’t slept here. At least, that’s what I surmise from the fact that she should be here now if she has slept here. For a moment, my mind goes to the obvious; Mim has gone to Dez and told him what happened. I feel anger starting to well up inside of me.
“Cameras, Aria,” he says, his voice infused with sadness, as if he hates that he’s the one standing here talking to me. “We saw you on the cameras when you left. I convinced Mr. Kurts not to send Grip or anyone else after you, promising you’d come back. I’m glad you did, or it would be my neck on the line, too. What the hell were you thinking?”
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AriaMr. Kurts is staring at me like I am an alien and he isn’t sure whether he should destroy me or dissect me. I am delivered to the center of a circle the rest of the suits have formed beneath a bald lightbulb that glares down on me, leaving their faces in the shadow. As soon as Dez walks me over, Mr. Kurts says, “Thank you, Desmond. You are dismissed.”Dez tries to object. “Sir, if I may--”“I said you are dismissed!” Victor Kurts is not messing around. I shake a little at his tone, but I try not to flinch because I don’t want him to think I’m scared of him.I catch Dez’s eyes as he leaves. He looks like he knows he is leaving me to be burned alive, and I can see that he’s sorry.
SebastianI’ve never wanted to get home so quickly as I do right now, this Monday afternoon, after Dez let me know that Aria was back and that my father had ordered that she be punished both for sneaking out and also for shifting. I can only imagine what the two punishments will be, but neither will be good, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do to help her from where I am now, the car.I ask my driver to go faster, and he nods, but the car doesn’t seem to speed up. I haven’t left the job my father asked me to do any earlier than scheduled. I was just able to finish the negotiations earlier than planned. We have come to a peaceful arrangement. Making other packs see the benefit of working with us without resorting to violence and threats is a specialty of mine, one I did not learn from my father. I am glad I was
AriaI wake up with my bottom on fire, and for a moment, I have trouble remembering where I am and what’s happened. It all seems like a dream, a horrible nightmare, something that can’t possibly be real. Not just the paddling and the fact that I now find myself in solitary confinement but my parents’ deaths and the betrayal I feel toward the entire Kurts family. I remember my oath, that I will make the people responsible for my parents’ murders pay, and that I have no doubt in my mind at the moment that that person is Victor Kurts. The physical pain I’m feeling is nothing compared to the whole in my heart.“How are you, dear?”A voice in the darkness reaches out to me, and I am alarmed at first, thinking I’m just hearing things. No one can possib
Sebastian“I just don’t understand why Mim would tell her that I said the cameras weren’t monitored when we never even talked about that,” Dez says as he sits on the sofa in my room, sipping a whiskey on the rocks. I’m on my third, and it’s only early afternoon. Alcohol doesn’t do much to us anyway since we are shifters, but it makes me feel slightly better, so I’m drinking whatever the hell I feel like drinking.“It doesn’t make any sense to me either,” I say, not quite sure what to make of it. “I don’t understand why Mim pushed her to go.”“We don’t know that she did.” Dez sounds a bit defensive, and I try to be careful of what I say and how I say it. He is confused about Mim at the moment,
SebastianDownstairs, I hear voices coming from one of the offices in the same hall as my father’s, and I recognize one of them immediately as Stan Klem, one of the little rat bastards who was there when Aria was paddled and thrown in that cell by herself in the dark. I pause for a moment, trying to figure out who he’s talking to. This office belongs to Frank Taylor, but it isn’t his gruff voice I hear Stan talking to. It sounds like Rick Castor, another one of the assholes on my list. If I can handle them both at the same time, that’ll make my work a lot easier.I don’t knock on the closed door. Instead, I kick it open. The pair are sitting at a table across from Frank’s desk, smoking cigars and looking at a file. I don’t know what the paperwork is for, and I don’t give a damn. I just hope
SebastianMy knuckles are aching. On both hands. And I have a small cut under my right eye from where one of the bastards thought he’d get cute with me. He might’ve gotten in one punch, but he was the one limping away after the fight. I am headed back to my office, thinking maybe I should try to get some work done when I hear my father call my name.I look around and see him standing near his office door. He has a scowl on his face. I have to hide a smirk. I guess he’s heard what I’ve been up to. I am certain he’s made, and he’ll give me one of his lectures, but I’m not in the mood. I am feeling rebellious at the moment. Still, when he says, “Can you come in here for a moment?” I do as he asks. It’ll do me no good to be a rebel if I forget to tell the boss man that I’m rebe
AriaMy eyes burn when the door opens. This time, it’s Sebastian’s mom who has entered, but the light in the hallway behind her is on. In fact, there must be lights on everywhere. I feel like I’m staring directly into the sun as she stands in the doorway and speaks to me. I’m sitting on the edge of the cot, having just finished some exercises, trying to catch my breath.“Hi, Aria. I’m here to take you to your room,” she says in that sweet, soft voice of hers. “Do you think you can walk on your own, or do you need a hand?”“No, I’m fine,” I say, hoping my voice doesn’t sound too rude. I am not angry at her. It’s not her fault her husband is a lunatic, murdering asshole. I stand and walk toward her, waiting for h
AriaSebastian’s room is clean. Like… immaculately clean. I don’t know who has been cleaning it while I was locked up, but whoever it was knows what they are doing. It’s probably cleaner than it is when I am cleaning it every day. So, there really isn’t much for me to do. I know he’s done this on purpose. He wants me to rest, but he knows that I will insist on coming to his room to do my job because that’s what I’m meant to do.There is a large pizza on the table when I walk in. It’s my favorite kind. Pepperoni with green peppers. He knows this because we had it once a few nights before I went to the city. It’s still warm. I’m starving after having only eaten bread and water for four days, plus the little bit of meat that Mrs. Kurts snuck to me. So I dig into the pizza and