Page 8 of Wire

“Who the hell are you?” sneers a tall blonde with hair so high it can’t be real. She also has the thickest eyelash extensions I’ve ever seen.

“Whitney, just back off, yeah?” An incredibly deep voice calls. I’m guessing it’s the prospect behind the bar.

“No! I want to know who this bitch is!” She doesn’t even turn to look at him, just eyeballs me as she stabs a long, pointed red fingernail in my direction.

I almost want to sigh. I’ve dealt with bunnies all my life. I know Nat gave me the “talk” about asserting my dominance and “beating a B” but I’ve never been that way inclined. Instead, I turn and address the girls standing with Whitney.

“Hi! I’m Remy.” I smile and wave. Whitney, and a woman I’m guessing is her bestie scowl at me. But the other two girls smile and wave back.

“Don’t smile at us, bitch! You better walk away. All the men here are taken, so get out of here skank.” She shoos me away with her hand.

I paste my biggest smile on my face and lean in a little. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to stay. In my own room. With my own bathroom.” I tap my bottom lip as if I’m thinking, “Let me guess? You share a room, right?” Behind Whitney’s back I see a small brunette shake her head at me. “Oh you don’t live here? So you’re not real bunnies are you? You’re just hangarounds. Wow, so then men you say are taken, don’t even let you stay here? Tell you what, I’ll think of you in your apartments somewhere in town when I’m stretched out in my big bed. In my very own room here at the compound.” I straighten up and smile at thedark-haired bunny. “Right, I have places to be, and it’s not riding brothers for rent money either.”

I walk past the bunnies with my head held high, faking confidence even though my hands are shaking. It’s not in my nature to be nasty, but sometimes bunnies need to be put in their place. I’d rather we all just got along.

Whitney’s nasally voice follows me down the hall to the Control Center of the MC. Well, that’s what Chewy calls it. I think it’s just Wire’s room. Or suite more specifically. It’s a large room, with one side dominated with a large screen on the wall. Under it sits a desk that runs the length of the room. Wire’s station is set up closest to the door, Chewy’s on the other side and mine in the middle. There’s a large dividing wall that cuts the room in half, so I’m guessing his bed and things are on the other side. I didn’t have a good look, because it’s not my business. All I know is that the whole room smells like him, all woodsy, spicy, and masculine. Even though the man may fluster me, his scent settles all my nerves.

I wonder if Mags wants to hear about it? He hates when I girl-talk with him. But he owes me after I saved his ass time and time again by giving him girl advice.There was a time when I used to think that Mags and I would meet up and fall madly in love.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts when I walk into Wire’s room to him and Chewy clapping.

“Um, what’s going on?” I look around, trying to figure out what the heck they’re doing. They’re both kinda weird, in the usual way of computer geeks.

“Celebrating you putting Whitney in her place. And you didn’t even use any curse words!” Chewy cheers. “I never even thought to take her out that way. I just threatened to kick her in the cunt,” she shrugs.

My quick inhale of breath at Chewy using that word has me choking on air and coughing for a moment.

My eyes water and I croak out “Um, thanks?”

They both smile at me as I take a seat and wake up my screen.

“I know it’s a lot, but you’re doing fucking great, Remy,” Wire whispers. I let his words settle inside me, building up my confidence. This may be the furthest I’ve ever been away from home, but I can do this. New home, new job, new somewhat crazy friend, new me.

Chapter Three

St_Margarita: Why don’t you curse?

Beretta_Penn: Why do you?

St_Margarita: I asked you first.

Beretta_Penn: My dad wants me to be different to my mom.

St_Margarita: Fair enough. She sounds crappy

St_Margarita: ……..

St_Margarita: Do you want me to stop cursing?

Beretta_Penn: Do you want me to start?

St_Margarita: Nah, I like you all prissy like this.

Beretta_Penn: And I like you all angry yelly like this.

Wire

“Church!”