Page 25 of Fiend
“Fuck! But you are going to claim her, right,” Demon asks, pointing his finger.
“Yeah, of fuckincourse! I’m not going to string her along like you’ve did Halo,” I say, smiling.
“Motherfucker! I didn’t string Halo along. I always wanted to claim her, but I had to wait for the right time,” Demon snarls, lowering his eyelids.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m only asking for a few weeks or less. I just want to make sure,” I say.
“Motherfucker! You get as long as you can get away with it, but the moment that War finds out, you will fucking man up and claim her,” Demon growls.
“Of fuckincourse! Autumn War is mine!”
Eight
Autumn
A couple of weeks later.
“Wynter,” I yell, walking into our room.
“Yeah,” Wynter yells.
“Wynter,” I yell, running into her room, closing the door.
“Yes,” She says, looking flushed, gathering her long hair into a messy bun..
Wynter looks so fucking happy, and I bet it’s because of Blood, one of the MC’s Brother.
“Why are you so damn happy? Is it Blood,” I ask, smiling.
I walk over and hug her, and then I step back, crossing my arms.
“Yeah, you know it! I’m so happy, Blood finally claimed me as his Old Lady,” Wynter says, nodding. “Why are you so happy?”
“I spent all night with Fiend, and it was fuckintastic,” I whisper, sitting on the bed.
I push back my hair, feeling the blush spread through my face.
“Wow, I’m so happy for you, Sis,” Wynter says, smiling.
“Sis, that’s awesome! Oh my, I knew that Blood loves you from here to the moon and all eternity,” I say, crossing my legs.
“Well, now I know for sure, no doubts. He was driving me crazy with his hot and cold behavior. Autumn, I’m sure that Fiend will claim you as his Old Lady, no worries,” She says, smiling.
“I hope so,” I huff.
“You have to have faith,” Wynter says, smiling.
“What are you doing,” I ask, watching her rearrange her clothes.
“I’m making room for Blood’s stuff and waiting for him to get out of Church. He’s going to tell the Brothers that he’s claiming me. I’m so excited,” Wynter says.
“Oh, I want to go shopping for some outfits,” I say, looking at my beeping cell phone.
“Okay, we can go after I talk to Blood,” Wynter says, nodding, looking at her nails.
“Great, I need to get my nails done,” I say.
My cell rings, and I look at the screen.
