15. Ivy
Chapter 15
Ivy
A s soon as I get comfortable and close my eyes, a loud noise has me bolting up and staring at my window. This is a quiet neighborhood. It’s the main reason I built my house here. The neighbors are few and far between and the streets stay quiet. Not a lot of through traffic. So when I hear the unmistakable sound of a group of motorcycles, I’m on instant alert.
Crawling back out of bed, I walk over to my window and peek out the black out curtains just in time to see six of the biggest sons of bitches I've seen in a long time dismount their bikes. It's too dark to see who they are but I watch them saunter down my driveway like they have every right to be there. Three of the fuckers walk around the side of my garage, and the other three stay out front looking around. I swear one of them is staring right at my bedroom window.
He can’t see you, Ivy. I assure myself.
Shaking my head, I pull my attention away from my creepy stalker and remember the others were headed to my garage. I throw on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt, grab my baseball bat behind my door and race down the stairs.
Making my way through the house to the back door, I open it slowly and scan for anyone in the backyard. Seeing no one and no unfamiliar shadows, I slip outside and run across the yard to the back door of my shop. I rarely use this door, but it’s always good to have more than one way out of a room. Slipping inside, I can vaguely make out their chatter about my babies.
I don’t even try to stop the grin that spreads across my face when I hear George has pinned one of them with his beautiful stare. Someone's getting spit on tonight. George doesn't like anyone and that includes me on occasion. However, he’s a damn good watch snake.
Hearing a hiss, I'm about to open the door when I hear it. Another hiss and a voice that goes straight to my lady bits. It's the big guy from earlier tonight.
Oh well fuck.
I hear them exchange a few words and put George back in his habitat. He's not going to like that, he hates that cage.
From their conversation, they all appear to believe I’m their mate. Like seriously what the ever loving fuck! All three of them? What about the three out front standing guard? Also, why does that thought send tingles completely through my entire body?
They make their way out of my garage, and I watch them as they head to the three out front. There's a discussion of some kind, but I can't tell what from this distance. I don’t want to move closer and risk them seeing me. I wanna see what the fuck they’re up to first. And then, I’ll sneak up on them.
Conversation apparently over, they walk as one to my front door.
Well, I’ve got news for them. They're not coming in.
I make my way around the corner of the house and hear them knock on the door. Baseball bat poised, I step around the corner and say, “Nobody's home, and I didn't order six big motherfuckers. So get back on those pieces of shit bikes and get the hell out of here.”
Slowly, as if choreographed, they all turn and stare at me. Oh, bloody hell are they fucking hot. I can't help but rub my legs together. The smallest one in the group must know what I'm doing because he has a shit-eating grin on his face. Little fucker.
The biggest one starts to step forward, he's the one I sort of met earlier tonight. The second biggest of the group puts his hand out, stopping him.
“Name’s KC, these here are my brothers.” He never takes his eyes off me but points behind him, and as he does each one of the guys tilts his head just a little. “Jax, who you met earlier tonight. Neo, Cree, DJ, and Beck. I think we need to talk.”
I raise an eyebrow, still holding the bat and a defensive position. “So, start talking.”
This guy, KC rubs the back of his neck, and says, “It might be best to go inside. Don't want unsuspecting neighbors overhearing.”
Do I want to hear what they have to say? No.
Do I want to climb each one of them like a stripper pole? Absolutely.
Do I want them in my house? Hell no.
“You're not coming into my house. Let's go to my office. I believe some of you already know where that is,” I raise a brow. “You can choose two people to come with you and I'll hear you out. If I don't like what you have to say, don't expect to leave. Deal?”
The one I think he called Neo slaps Jax on the back and says, “You weren't kidding dude she's fucking hot as hell and a fire cracker to match.”
I raise my eyebrow and point to him. “That one will not be part of the talk. He gets within five feet of me.” I slapped the bat to my hand. “You're gonna be carrying him out of here.”
All six of them laugh, including the fucker I just threatened to clobber with my bat. Are they crazy? Probably if they’re my mates. They’d have to be, to be able to handle me.
KC steps forward and holds his hand out in a gesture for me to lead the way. I shake my head no. “I'm not turning my back to you guys. You know where my backyard is, you know where my office is. Three go in, three stay out.”
They don't hesitate to head for the backyard. The three that stayed out front follow the others around the garage to my backyard. When we get to the door, they all stand against the wall as I open it, keeping a close eye on them to make sure no one tries anything. I’m not surprised at all when KC is the first through the door. The others share a look as if having a silent conversation about who else gets to go in. It’s cute and annoying as fuck.
I don’t want to find anything about them endearing.
Jax, the asshole with a deathwish starts to shimmer and I tilt my head as I watch him fight the shift. I’ve always wished I could shift but I’m just a toxic bitch, not a shifter. The other big guy, DJ I think? Grabs Jax by the shoulders and looks in his eyes.
“Focus on me, Jax. Everything’s ok. No one’s going to hurt her.”
“Damn straight no one’s going to hurt her,” I scoff. “She can take care of herself just fucking fine, thank you very much. If I wanted to, I could end you all right now. You’re lucky I’m entertaining you right now.”
“We know you can. I’m just trying to calm his beast. It’s nothing personal, hun. Jax knows you’re perfectly safe. His scorpion on the other hand is an even hotter head than he is,” DJ explains.
“Yeah, well, he can stay out here. There’s no room in my office for a fucking deathstalker. You two coming, or not?” I direct at the quiet two of the group. The other one, Neo, has already been denied entry so it’s them or just their leader at this point.
“We’re coming!” they say as one before racing to the door.
I roll my eyes and follow them. “Get him under control,” I order the others, pointing at a shimmering Jax before closing the door and effectively locking myself in a room with three strange men who think I’m their mate.
It’s ok, though. I have my babies as backup.