Her Journey (Her Series Book 2)

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how hard you fucked me and you can’t even act like I exist?” The whore was speaking loudly, almost yelling. Obviously she was trying to get the attention of the others in the room.
    “I don’t have time for this shit right now,” I sneered at her and turned back towards Dirty.
    “But you had time to fuck me just minutes ago!” Her voice hitched like she was going to cry, which only pissed me off more.
    I spun around and stomped over to her. Grabbing onto her arm, I made her follow me as I exited the room and walked out the front door.
    “I don’t know how you got here. I don’t care. You are no longer welcome. We fucked, you said yes and you enjoyed it. End of story. You aren’t entitled to shit here and you definitely don’t get to make a scene in my house, so get out of here and don’t come back.” I released her a bit roughly and she stumbled back, falling to her ass on the driveway. Slamming the front door behind me, I went back to the game room. I threw open the door; speaking loudly enough that everyone could hear me, I said, “Meeting in the back, now. And since it seems to have been forgotten, none of the whores or wives are welcome. You are nothing here and don’t forget it.”
    With that I slammed the door behind me. Time to plan our revenge on Scrapes in Hammer’s honor.

~Melia~
     
    Well, that was interesting. I thought I was finally breaking down some walls with Wrench while sitting in the gym, then he’d answered his phone and flipped the hell out. I knew it had to be bad news just from the look on his face. Apparently, he didn’t like that I saw it, though, because he kicked me out of the gym with a nasty glare to make sure I wouldn’t come back, I’d guess. Fine by me; I didn’t care to see him go all caveman, throwing things around and yelling, if he wasn’t going to tell me what was going on.
    As I was heading back to my room, Ryan met me on the stairs.
    “Let’s go hang out in the game room for a while. You can get to know some of the guys and lie on one of the couches.” Ryan didn’t give me a chance to object and led my down the stairs by looping her arm with one of mine. Once inside the so-called game room, she picked one of the many couches and sat down. “Sit, lie down, do something besides stand there.”
    Slowly sinking down, I sat next to her as my eyes took in the rest of the room. There were a few other people in the room gathered around the pool table. It was probably best if I tried to follow the doctor’s orders; I lay on my side on the couch with my feet curled up next to Ryan’s hips. She had started texting on her phone and had a concerned look on her face, so I tried to give her some privacy by closing my eyes and feigning sleep. My eyes were feeling heavy anyway; maybe I’d squeeze in a small nap.
    I knew the whole bed rest thing was going to be hard for me and so far I knew I was failing at it. It had only been a few days though, and I silently vowed to myself to get better at staying in my room. Only it wasn’t really my room. It was a guest room at someone else’s house. Hopefully if I spent some time getting out my computer and other things it would help me feel more comfortable.
    “Hey, wake up.” Ryan’s voice crept into my sleep-dazed brain. Guess I had fallen asleep after all. She shook my shoulder lightly and I blinked my eyes open. First thing I noticed was that Ellis was standing right in front of me, so I sat up, making room for him. Looking from the space I’d made to the large man, I decided it’d probably just be better to move to the loveseat and let him have the couch with Ryan.
    As soon as I moved, he sat down and pulled Ryan close as they had a quiet conversation. I yawned and covered my mouth; I was more tired than I had thought and the short nap only emphasized that.
    I felt the entire atmosphere of the room change when the door opened. I turned my head slightly and noticed that it was a shirtless Wrench who had entered. His eyes

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