Sort Of Kidnapped, But Not Really.

Is This A Repeat Of Chapter One?

"Fine." Kael growls before staring me down. Rolling my eyes at his whole Alpha male nonsense before I begin to remove the ice pack.

His arms block any more movement. He notices this before I can say anything and pulls them off of me. I frown at the loss of the comforting heat his body had provided, as well as the tingly feeling in my stomach.

Removing the ice pack I take a breath before pushing away the curtain of hair. Lifting my face I watch all the boys as they take in the hand mark I can only assume is covering my left cheek. Their reactions were much like the crews. Incredulity, rage, fury, worry.

Kael's eyes widened in surprised before he met my gaze. So many emotions rolled through his churning silver orbs. Sorrow, sadness, anger, and something else I couldn't quite pin point.

Slowly his hand lifted before tracing the mark with the pad of his index finger. The feeling was soothing and yet painful. Slowly his hand wrapped behind my neck before pulling me into his body. His lips meeting the crest of my head ever so softly.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered against my hair. His voice alone made me want to breakdown and cry.

"You have nothing to apologize for." I whispered against the crook of his neck. My hands resting on his bare back, trailing along the toned muscles.

Suddenly the sound of a crash breaks through our moment. Spinning around Kael, I try and locate where it came from. My eyes lock onto Alex. And the hole in my wall. Jesus.

Scowling at him I moved forward. He was clutching his right hand in his left, blood beginning to coat them.

"Shit." I curse before wrapping a hand around his bicep, pulling him past Kael and into my room and towards the bathroom. Sitting him on the closed toilet seat I pulled out another medicine box and began searching through it for everything I'd need.

Wetting a cloth I began to dab at his knuckles, clearing away the blood so that I could see the kind of damage he had done. Sighing I cleaned it with betadine before spraying methylate onto the wounds. At this he yelled out before quickly clamping his lips shut. Quickly I cover the wounds with gauze and tape it down.

"What the hell were you thinking?" I whined as worry took root.

"I wasn't." He muttered back.

"Clearly." I snapped back, before running my hands through my hair.

"What we're my conditions?" Before he could answer I smacked him upside the head muttering an "idiot." Before storming out of the room.

All of them were waiting outside the door of my room, worried looks on their faces. Without a word I moved downstairs ignoring their questioning looks.
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Slamming myself onto the couch I picked up the bottle of whiskey and took a sip. Well more like a gulp.

What was I thinking coming back to the 211 Crew? What about The Ghosts? Why did it have to be my house? I could've been happily sitting here watching Jensen Ackles and Jared Padaleki kill monsters. But then wouldn't Talon have found me? Would I have been able to run again? Was this Coup actually going to work? What would they say when I brought them The Ghosts? What would The Ghosts say? This was going to end in a war.

God damnit, this was going to end in a war.

Sighing I took another sip of the whiskey, if only I could drown my sorrows in the amber liquid before me. As though he'd heard my thoughts he reached out and yanked the sacred liquid from my grasp. My eyes were closed but I still knew it was him. I heard the clink of glass meeting wood as he placed the bottle on the table. Slowly he sat down on the couch his fingers sliding down my arms before sliding off to meet my waist, tightening his hold he lifted me onto his lap, curling an arm around me as his other hand played with my hair.