Page 29 of Empower

When I sat down, I kept the thing protected as I ate from it.

Laughter was dancing in her eyes, “Storm? What are you doing?”

“I’m eating,” I said as I scooped another spoon of this stuff into my mouth.

“It’s for everyone, Storm,” she said as she moved to grab it, but I held onto it and let out a light growl at her.

Then she threw her hands up, “You gigantic pain in my ass. Everyone’s going to think I didn’t make anything. It’s going to make me look bad.”

At her words, I stood up, kept my hands on the damn dish, and let out a whistle.

Everything halted and all eyes came to me, “Lena made this good-tasting shit. Don’t any of you dare say she didn’t make anything.”

At my words, I sat back down and then started to eat again, Lena was laughing while shaking her head.

And then I watched as the small crowd that was already here started to part and then I saw Red storming over to me.

“You fucker. I’ve been waiting all day for that shit. Ever since she told me she was making it. Give it fucking over.”

I smiled as I took another bite, and then pointed at the gigantic go to hell patch that was on my kutte.

My President patch, “See that? What does it say.”

Red was shaking his head and then grumbled, “You’re such a dick.”

I smiled, “Yeah, I know I am. But I’m the one with the good shit. She can make it for you another time.”

At that I looked at Lena and lifted my brow, she smirked, a sneaky look formed on her face, and then walked away.

And had I been watching, trying to read lips instead of my eyes not locked on her ass I would have caught on what was being said.

Because Red let out a whoop and then called out, “I’ll be right back.”

That motherfucker strode back in with another pan and then I glared at him.

But I stopped glaring when Lena leaned her head out of the kitchen, narrowed her eyes at me, and said, “You try and take that one too and I won’t make it again.”

Chapter 5

Lena

I was still shaking my head at Storm hours later once the food had all been consumed, the kitchen was once again clean, and bodies milled around outside.

Raine and I were sitting at the table we had dubbed as ours and no one was allowed to use it but us.

It was sacred ground.

It had become sacred ground two years ago when we shared our secrets.

I had just taken a sip of my Coke when I looked around at the bodies that were standing around the people who were dancing.

My eyes skated over a group of guys who were around my age, and apparently, I missed one of them staring at me as I did this.

But not Raine, she elbowed me in the side, and when I looked at her, she pointed at a boy who had dark blonde hair, a fitted blue t-shirt, and black jeans, with black boots.

Her eyes were dancing when she said, “Go dance with him. He’s cute.”

I looked at the boy, and then looked at Raine, “Can I ask you something?”