Page 6 of Property of Camo

Finding her bedroom, we open the door and move inside but come to a complete stop, looking at what the fuck we just found.

There, curled up in the middle of the bed, is a fucking baby dragon.

“Fuck, I have not seen a dragon in years,” Thorin states, keeping his voice low.

“I need to fade,” I say, already dropping to the floor and letting my body blend with the dark wooden flooring.

Seeking out what I came here to find, I locate it quickly, but there is a low growl emanating from above me on the bed.

“It is awake, brother. We need to fucking move,” Thorin whisper-yells.

I crawl back out, standing to full height, and the dragon jerks back seeing me suddenly, but before either of us can react, we hear Rush.

“No. Hush, now.” His voice low and soothing. “No need to be afraid. We are not here to hurt you.” He steps closer. “I am going to pet you and you will allow it, because you know that I am not going to hurt you, neither are my brothers.” He slides his hand up the nose between its eyes and back again.

The dragon purrs and I can’t help but laugh.

“Fucking unreal.”

“He is coming with us. They are keeping him here against his will. A compulsion is on his soul to protect the hag outside, but I can break it.”

I shrug. “I am okay with that.”

We load up the dragon and the amulet that I collected and we head back to the clubhouse. I can’t help but think that nothing is very simple or straightforward with the Kings.

3

Skyla

Sweat drips from my body as I pedal on the spin bike. Five rows in front of me, men and women look just as sweaty and ragged as I do, as we finish up this morning’s class. Music plays loudly from the speakers but I am wearing a headset that lets them hear my instructions.

“That’s it for today. Start your cool down,” I announce.

Seeing everyone let out a collective sigh, I smile.

I did work them hard this morning. A funk has hung over my head for four days, since Camo walked out of my house. I have not seen or heard from him since, but if I am being honest with myself, I expected him not to come around for a while. A way of punishing me, if you will.

I know he is a hard man with just as hard a life being with the club but I can’t help but think that he does not see me the way that I see him, and all I am to him is another wet hole for him to fuck.

We never set any boundaries between us, and I have heard from the club girls that he regularly fucks them. As much as it gets under my skin, he did not promise me anything. Somepeople hate that idea but again, we did not say that we were exclusive.

Once everyone is cooled down, they leave with farewells and see you tomorrows. Some will be back but others will join another class, due to work or life commitments.

We have a lot of regulars here at ‘Fit Tribe’ as we offer a wide range of services. Not only do we have the main gym with the typical equipment but we have spin classes and yoga, with our very own Eva.

Rocky and Clark teach boxing lessons as well as self-defense for all ages and sexes. We do not discriminate against anyone.

We also have a no recording and harassment policy. No warning; once, and you are out.

Nodding to one of my newbies who is on cleaning duty, he steps into the room to clean off the bikes for this afternoon’s class.

“I do not understand how your legs are not like Jell-O right now,” Rocky calls from the boxing ring, where he is sparring with a young fighter.

Stopping ringside, I lean my hands on the canvas mat and smile up at my long-time friend, who women gush over every time he talks. Imagine Vin Diesel’s voice— well, that is Rocky.

I shrug. “I am used to it. You are looking good, Tyrone,” I compliment him, and he beams.

“Thanks, Sky. Rocky has helped me a lot; we were just talking about me entering my first fight. What do you think?”

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