[06] Slade by Teresa Gabelman Page B

it’s your ass.”
Slade looked down at his watch and cursed. That was only two hours away. “Shit.”
“Is that a problem?” Sloan asked, his tone clearly indicating he didn’t give a shit if it was.
“Yeah, is that a problem?” Sid growled, being a total asshole.
“No problem.” Slade walked out of the room without turning around. If he had, he would have killed Sid, and no one would be able to stop him.
     

Chapter 9
Jill rode in the back of Adam’s car, her mood at a dangerous level. She was hurt, pissed and tired. Not a great combination for her at all. Someone had called a contractor and a new door was in the process of being put up in her room. Damn Sid, she could kill him, but then again, what happened with her and Slade afterwards may have happened anyway. Sid just gave Slade an excuse.
“What the hell is going on?” Adam slowed down.
Not having paid much attention, Jill looked out the window, anger churning her stomach to the point she felt nauseous. The building where they were holding half-breeds loomed ahead, the tall wrought iron fence making the place look more menacing. Cop cars with their blues flashing lined the street. People were outside the fence holding signs and screaming toward the building in protest.
“Sunglasses on!” Adam slipped his on as Steve and Jill followed. “Son of a bitch.”
Jill watched as everyday people stood outside the fence yelling for their loved ones. Police patrolled with a nervous hand on their guns. Adam stopped at a red light and all three of them stared, watching the chaos outside their car. Her eyes searched beyond the fence looking for the bitch, Alice, and the Mayor, but all she saw were guards or what she thought were guards looking alert.
The light turned green and Adam started to pull away. Jill’s eyes caught on an older lady falling to her knees in front of a police officer, her hands together as if she was begging for something. The cop just shook his head and walked away. The woman’s head dropped in defeat, her shoulders shaking.
“Somebody needs to get inside.” Jill looked away from the woman, back to the building. It was a large block building. She noticed something new…a sign had been added since they had been there last. Vomit thick and sour rose to the back of her throat as she read. ‘Eastern Halfway House’. “Halfway house? That’s not a halfway house, it’s a freaking prison where they do God knows what to half-breeds,” Jill spat, disgusted.
“Just keep those sunglasses on.” Adam pressed on the gas pedal and he took off, slowly, passing police who were looking into cars.
“You think they’ll catch on since it’s cloudy as hell and we all have sunglasses on?” Steve snorted, but his voice had a nervous edge.
Once they passed, each of them sighed in relief, but Jill turned, staring at the building as it faded from view. “Halfway house my ass,” she muttered.
The rest of the ride was silent until they pulled into the Battlefield Paintball Compound parking lot. Jill followed Adam and Steve out of the car, and looked around. She spotted the Warriors’ bikes, but Slade’s was missing. Relief washed over her as did irritation. Relief that she didn’t have to face him after their mind blowing sex and irritation that he was a pussy for not facing her.
“Uh, I don’t think we are going to be the only ones here.” Steve looked around as they headed through the parking lot. “I thought they’d shut it down for us.”
Making their way through the gate after telling the guy behind the counter who they were, they spotted Damon, Duncan, Sid, Jax, Jared and Sloan waiting impatiently.
“Glad to see you decided to show the fuck up.” Sloan frowned at them.
“Yeah, well we got caught up in traffic in front of the Halfway House,” Adam replied.
“How can they get away with calling it a halfway house?” Jill asked, still cranky about the fact. “It’s not like half-breeds are walking up to the doors for help. I saw a woman