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“That wasn’t supposed to happen,” He sighs, rubbing soothing circles on my back.
“No shit,” I snap, lifting my head to see his pained face.
“Alley, I’m not,” he cuts himself off.
“You’re not what, Gunner?”
“Gunner,” Baron interrupts. “Let her sleep. Nothing you say right now will make a difference.”
Gunner leaves the room without so much as a look back at me. Baron retreats to the bathroom again and I am alone. Laying my head back down on my tear-soaked pillow, I let my exhaustion take me.
Fuck this place with a chainsaw!
Chapter 22
Vaughn
Alley’s One Year Anniversary
I am trying to get this place back on track except the constant thorn in my side has made that more than difficult. Alley has made it her mission to push every single one of my buttons when we are in the same room. I know it’s her retaliation for Annie. We didn’t go after Mel or confront Carson with the facts. Logan is still alive, for now, but no one has been able to track down Ben from the Delta team. Not sure if we will find him, but I am still looking.
We have kind of shut out Carson and he no longer has any of the girls. His access to the security room has been revoked unless he is supervised. Nik and Gunner spent three days going through all the footage which proved Alley’s claims to be correct. Which only causes more issues for me and all of the coordination behind the scenes.
Since Nik has cut all ties with Mel, she is now up for grabs when any of us have a need to release a violent urge. Lately though, she is becoming super close with Carson since he is really the only one that goes near her. I have kept tomyself about their late-night rendezvous because honestly, I don’t give a fuck. At least not anymore, but there is no doubt in my mind this will come back and bite us in the ass. Frankly, that is a problem for a different day.
After Annie took her own life, Alley wouldn’t speak for the first day of her week with Nik. He had so many plans for her but of course she blew that up. By the second day, he had her taken to solitary and left her there. Since it was his week, the other two were not allowed to interfere. He let me do what I wanted to minus maim or take her body. I tested all sorts of torture techniques on her, which was recommended by an outside source.
On the last day, I was getting ready to throw her into another ice bath to wash the blood off her, but the little shit got free and bit me like the piranha she claims to be. Nik had to pry her off me, and I got 15 little stitches. I will forever now have her teeth marks imprinted on my side.
Since the day she got out, she has been wreaking havoc and won’t stop. She has started fucking dance parties in the day room, with no music and no beat. Just all the girls basically playing their own version of karaoke and dancing around.
Also, never thought I would see nine girls line dancing to a country song. “Wagon Wheel” by Darius Rucker is not a song I would’ve ever guessed to be sung at Hell’s Asylum, yet here we are.
“Not your kind of music, Princess,” she laughs as I drag her out of the room and away from the girls.
They should’ve let me fucking kill her after that, but nope- can’t cancel a contract and all that bullshit. Baron will regret that once everything falls into place. But until then I have resorted to dragging the infuriating headache to one of them to deal with. I’ve lost count of how many times she was put in solitary or chained to Baron’s floor.
Then after a month of Annie being gone, she and Mel went head-to-head with each other. Alley broke Mel’s jaw, breaking two of her own fingers in the process. Fortunately, Baron nor Gunner were around so I took matters into my own hands, per the rules.
We punished both in front of all the others, but that only happened once. One girl, Callie if I remember correctly, tried to intervene by jumping in front of the whip to save Alley. I could have fucking killed the idiot, but I didn’t get a chance to get my hands on her. Alley tackled Nik for thewhip only to spider monkey jump on my back, then proceeded to strangle me with the cat-o-nine tail. Gunner stepped in and pulled her off. Baron was the one that dragged her to solitary because Gunner was too busy being restrained by Nik as he tried to punch me in the face, again. Though he never did get to, it didn’t stop him from making jokes about the red mark on my neck for a whole damn week.
I’ll say that Callie did us a favor because after that little incident, they stayed away from each other. Some girls have started to refer to Alley as Libby’s nickname for her, the warrior, which is not great. Seems to be giving them some type of hope of surviving this, but with a few of the girls, I have shut that down very quickly with outside help.
Baron was having some issues with the girls opening up to him, but since he stopped wearing his mask that is no longer an issue. Mother fucker could be a damn runway model if he wanted to. I guess a hot guy equals safe space.Dumb women.Alley, though, will just sit in his office for an hour daily without saying a word to him. I am pretty sure if she keeps this up for another month, he’ll snap.
He hasn’t touched her or any girl since Annie died. He wants Alley to come to him. I was so convinced she would break and do just that. Hell, I even made the fuckingbet with Gunner about it. Yesterday was the last day for Alley to go to Baron and like the stubborn bitch she is, that didn’t happen. It left me having to pay Gunner two hundred dollars. I even bet him fifty bucks that Annie’s death broke her. Guess what? I fucking lost that one by a long shot. Now when he even says want to make a bet, I walk away. At least he and I are on good terms, for now. Soon that may not be the case, but I am not sure if I care at this point.
The one that I am most concerned about is Nik. Lately he has not been himself. Nik has been more volatile and impulsive, almost like his teenage self. He just returned after 3 weeks of being gone. This isn’t unusual for him to disappear randomly, but this time feels different. He has kind of put me on the back burner after I told him about the meeting with the outsiders.
“So, want to tell us where you were,” I ask, watching Gunner lay upside down on the couch messing with his hair.
“No,” Nik grinds, clenching his fists. This is his new normal reaction to my questions.
“Come on big bro, where were you,” Gunner asks, though I suspect he knows given the shit eating grin on his face.
“Do you care,” I ask.
“We’re family. I only care for you guys,” he shrugs.
