Elle's POV
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I sat on Miles's lap about midday, Coyotes leisured around the house and man was I bored. I twirled strands of Miles blonde hair between my fingertips and his lips did a number on my neck casually.
"I know I'm new here, but ain't we got any plans other than just sitting here?" I complained.
Wiley chuckled, "c'mon, you ain't having fun, kid? Miles's been working on your neck there for a good ten minutes." He nudged us.
I rolled my eyes, "Miles can go use some socks or something because ain't no one getting any action from me."
A girl in the corner scoffed, "don't know why he'd choose the child anyway."
I raised my eyebrow, "excuse me?" Miles gripped onto my waist when I tried standing up.
"You're just 16. He's 18, and there are at least 6 other girls in this room he could be trying to choose from but he wants the baby." She spat.
Miles came close to my ear, "that's my ex..."
I got off Miles's lap and walked over to her. I heard chuckles and "ooohs" coming from other areas of the room. "Go ahead, sweetheart," I crossed my arms. "If you want Miles you can have him."
I heard Miles scoff behind me which brought a grin to my face. The girl Coyote just sat in front of me. "Well... I don't really want him. I was just saying he's using you."
"I'm a big girl, hun. I can sense when a guy only wants sex. Now I suggest you stay out of it unless-"
"Unless what, Elle. Your biggest protector is in prison. You may have every guy in this house under your control but us girls don't want to listen to you."
I didn't have another comeback. I felt like after she brought up Peter everything just wiped from my mind. I stood there for a moment. "Don't hate me because every guy in town wants me."
"Yeah," she laughed, "even your disgusting brother who couldn't keep his hands off you-" she was about to keep going with that sentence but I didn't want to hold myself back anymore.
I slapped the Coyote across the face and gasps came from guys in the room. She stood up finally, and luckily she's around my height even though she's years older than me. A fight broke out between me and her but it didn't last long before we were tugged away from each other. Man, she already had a bloody nose and cut lip. My face hurt but I didn't care. She mostly pulled my hair and blocked her own face anyway.
"Get her out of here," I panted as Axe and Wiley held me in their arms. Some of the boys stood up and walked towards the girl and she broke down crying.
"You can't kick me out of the gang," she pleaded. "This kid can't tell you guys what to do!"
"Get the hell out of here. Cover that tattoo and don't come back here," I wrestled myself from the boys' arms and adjusted my clothes. "Anyone else have a problem with me being here?"
The room fell silent.
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Miles somehow had the couch cleared, people sitting on the floor 'cause of it too. But I laid under him with my eyes closed. His hands rested under my t-shirt and he had been grinding his hips against mine for quite some time. Our lips parted and I let out a moan mistakingly. The room erupted in laughter from the guys and I just wanted to shrink myself down to nothing.
"It's okay, baby," Miles grinned and kissed my lips again. "You can't help it." His lips moved to my neck, then collar bone. Miles reached behind my back and undid my bra, but I quickly got uncomfortable being all the other boys were still in the room. Hell, I don't know if this is normal here, to be doing this in front of everyone, but I'm not used to it. Hell for the past year me and Soda worked our hardest to make sure no one found out or saw us together. The exact opposite.
"Leave my clothes on," I muttered in his ear, followed by a breathy moan.
Miles nodded but disregarded that by pulling my bra out of my shirt. I cocked an eyebrow but he just chuckled, "I'm leaving your shirt on."
"I don't want sex," I perched myself on my elbows, "I don't care who in this room knows it, I'm still mentally scarred from Peter and anything having to do with sex is not on my list."
"Alright, get off her, man," Wiley stood up from the chair next to the couch and offered Miles a hand up. "She's done."
"And I thought we were actually gonna see Bovino and Rivers hammer," a girl spoke up. "Mm, maybe next time." She joked.
"Shut it, Sash." Miles didn't take the offered hand up, he just stayed pressed against my body which I didn't mind. He was just waiting for his boner to go down. "We wouldn't have done it here."
"No, he would have made her hot enough to where she couldn't say no. She'd force him to one of the bedrooms and we'd just get to hear the pleasures." A guy named Kent teased.
I rolled my eyes at them all and sat up. "I'm going home," I kissed Miles, "I'll see you tomorrow."
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I sat at the bar with Wiley. We weren't really talking much but he found some stuff to talk about eventually.
"You really did a good thing yesterday. You know, kicking Alison out of the gang. Fighting her and all." He sipped on his beer.
I chuckled, "what?"
He shrugged, "not gonna lie, Elle, a lot of the gang was unsure of you leading. We all agreed but we had doubts too. We didn't think you'd treat yourself as a leader. But when you did that number on Alison it really showed us you mean business."
I chugged my beer more, "spread the word, Wiley. I don't wanna hear another word being spoken about my brother. Unless I bring him up he isn't to come up in Coyote conversation. I'm not afraid to kick anyone out. It's quite fun to see them beg to stay, actually."
"You know what else would earn their respect?" Wiley took the subject of my brother away. "Throw a party."
"A party?"
Wiley chuckled, "yeah. Since all of our parties are usually just Coyotes, it'd be a chance to have some of your little friends join us. See how a real gang does it." He grinned. "No Key Men though."
"I don't have any business with Key Men anyway." I stood up, "if we're throwing a party we need booze."
"I can help with that, baby," Dallas appeared behind me and he slowly got closer to my ear, "I know people."
"I don't want your help, Dal." I turned away and Wiley followed me. "You ain't invited anyway."
"Hm," Wiley grabbed my wrist, "come on, little one. Let the guy help us out."
"I'm not even gonna invite his gang, Wiley. I still feel bad about Soda and I know the rest of them hold grudges at things like that."
He glanced behind us at a Dallas, "he can get us alcohol, Elle. He's invited." Wiley waved Dally over so I huffed and sat down so they could talk.
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"Are you and Miles dating?" Steve sat across from me at Dairy Queen. "Soda took it real rough seeing you two, and I've already heard some things about what goes on between you and Miles now."
I shrugged, "he's not my boyfriend. We just make out," I got uncomfortable. "Sodapop dumped me. He can't be getting mad every time he see's me with another guy."
"Wasn't Miles one of the guys Soda caught you with while you were together?"
I looked at Steve, "look," I sighed. "I love Sodapop. Whenever he's ready for our relationship, so am I. But as of now, and for quite some time now, me and Soda are broken up."
"Aren't you worried about getting pregnant, or an std or something from all the guys?" Steve ate a french fry.
"I'm not having sex with Miles. I'm not having sex with anyone," I sat back in my seat. "Thank you for your concern, Stevie but I know how to mandate my own body."
"Well, either way." He pat my hand and that's when the conversation died out. It was quiet at our table for a moment until he spoke again. "This party, Elle? The one we're not invited to. What's that about?"
I chuckled and groaned, "I knew Dal couldn't keep his mouth shut." I smiled, "I'm sorry. But since Miles will be there and Soda has some bad track records with some of my boys now I couldn't bring myself to invite you guys. You're welcome to come just don't bring Sodapop."
"He doesn't mean harm. I'll even give him a talking to, he'll be good."
I whined, "Steve, don't bring Soda."
"Please?" he made puppy dog eyes at me and pouted his lip. "I'll be your best friend."
I laughed and stood up, "fine. One complaint and you take him home though."