Chapter 3 – Betsy #2
“It’s fine. He’s just going to have a word with him, that’s all. See—” Mor pauses mid-sentence as Nyx rears his head back and slams it down on Archer, knocking him to the ground.
“No!” I yell, running over to them.
“For fuck’s sake, Nyx!” Eden chastises, running behind me.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Mor breathes, running into Nyx’s arms.
I drop to my knees, checking over Archer as he blinks up at me, dazed.
I push my glasses up my nose. “You okay?” I ask, checking him over.
He lifts his hand, hooking his fingers around the frame of my glasses, and slides them down off of my face.
His eyes flitter across my face, causing my cheeks to heat.
I flinch back, snatching my glasses from him, and make quick work of putting them back on.
I sit back on my heels and grab his hand to yank him up into a sitting position, cringing as blood trickles from his nose.
“Here.” Eden hands me a handful of tissues. I take them and lean over, pressing them to his nose.
“I can do it myself,” he snaps, clearly not concussed anymore.
Standing, I take a step back and turn to Nyx, whose face is full of anger. “Why did you do that?” I ask him.
“He’s a fucking bully who needs to be put in his place. No one, especially not a fucking man, should ever treat a woman like that,” he seethes.
Archer slowly gets to his feet, still holding the blood-covered tissue to his nose. “It’s a fucking prank, man. You need to chill the fuck out,” he snaps.
Nyx scoffs. “A prank?! A fucking prank? She lives alone. Coming back to a rotting pig corpse in her fucking house, and the fact your moronic friends tried to drown her. That is five to ten in prison. That ain’t no fucking prank,” Nyx growls.
“I wasn’t about to let her fucking die,” Archer counters.
“Ah well, then all is fucking forgiven. I must have got it wrong. What an angel you are,” Nyx mocks sarcastically.
“Enough. Please,” I sigh.
They all ignore me.
“You know, we have all of your full files. We can contact the Dean and get you all expelled with one phone call,” Eden jumps in.
Archer takes a menacing step towards her. “You fucking dare,” he growls.
Mor steps forward to intercept Archer, pressing her palm to his chest. “I wouldn’t take another step if I were you,” Mor threatens him.
“Or what? Your fucking old man going to attack me again?” Archer snaps. “We have cameras and proof of you attacking me, and yet no proof of what you accuse us of.” He smirks.
Nyx lunges for him again in fury, but Mor holds him back, whispering something in his ear to try and calm him down.
I turn to leave, having had enough of this circus.
My wrist is grabbed, and I whirl around, unsheathing my blade in my other hand before pinning Archer against the wall, my blade pressed against his neck.
He grins down at me, his eyes sparkling with delight. “See you around, gremlin.” He winks before pushing my arm away and walks back inside his house.
“Gremlin?” I ask with confusion. Then it clicks. I’m the little ugly one of the group. I flip my middle finger at his front door while poking my tongue out. “Asshole,” I mutter before turning my attention back to Eden, Mor, and Nyx, who all look like they are ready for murder.
“We’ve changed our minds. You’re not staying here even with a lap dog watching over the house,” Mor states, folding her arms across her chest.
I sigh as we walk back over to my house. “I can’t just run away. That is not what I’m about.” Anymore, I think to myself. “And it’s not what the Savage Sisters are about,” I add, hoping that throwing that in would sway them more my way.
We stop at the foot of my steps. “He’s not going to just leave it, and aside from us actually killing him, there isn’t much else we can do.” Mor shrugs.
“I mean, it’s not the worst idea.” Nyx nods.
Eden rolls her eyes. “We are not killing him or his pathetic cronies. Just because you love to see all men suffer. Current company excluded,” Eden states, gesturing to Nyx, who just gives a grunt in response.
“They haven’t crossed the lines or the rules we have set in place.
We can’t just kill them for being utter knobs,” Eden reasons.
“It’s a form of abuse,” Mor argues.
Eden pinches the bridge of her nose. “Sure, you’re not wrong, so why don’t we let Betsy decide what she wants to do with them?
” I open my mouth to thank her for backing me up on this, but she quickly holds up her hand, halting me.
“Before you say anything, I agree that you shouldn’t stay here alone,” she states, and my shoulders slump in defeat.
“If it was Mor, you wouldn’t worry,” I argue.
“Well, I would, but more for the fact she would kill them, and that’s a mess the club doesn’t need,” Eden points out.
“What can I do to convince you that I’m good with staying?” I ask, knowing it’s pointless arguing with them.
“What if we come for a sleepover? Just a night or two,” Mor offers.
I scrunch my nose up. “No offence, but I don’t want you two fucking in my house.” I point between her and Nyx.
“No, just us and Bernie. Just the Savage Sisters,” Mor affirms. I look to Nyx to see if he’s about to protest this, but he just gives me a wink.
I swiftly look away, feeling uncomfortable.
One day I might be able to look a guy in the eye and not feel awkward as fuck.
Unless I’m kicking their ass, then I don’t seem to have a problem with it.
Huh. Maybe I should mention that to my therapist.
“One night,” I counter, not sure I could have them stay with me even that long. I love them; they are my family, but my home, my house, is mine and mine alone. It’s my personal space away from the club.
“Fine. One condition: there is to still be a lap dog on watch, and you are to come to the Sanctuary every day like normal,” Mor states, laying down the rules.
“Fine, but I’m only agreeing with you because technically, you are the President of the club.”
“This is true.” She pauses, thinking. “I should have just ordered you,” she mutters to herself.
“So, Savage Sisters sleepover. What could possibly go wrong?” Nyx jokes.
“Nothing. It won’t be like last time when we got banned from the zoo.” Mor shrugs.
Nyx’s head whips in Mor’s direction. “What the fuck did you do to get banned from the fucking zoo?!”