well here and because I’m not a club whore, I get respect. Something my mother never had.”
I never heard of the term of bunny before Dyson was killed by the Devils and that’s probably because when Lauren and I were new here. Dyson ran things within the whores and from what Maci has told us, Dyson didn’t want the divide. Most probably because she wanted the respect the young bunnies had.
“Yeah, we were shocked at that when we arrived too.” I laugh, remembering how hard it was to adjust at first.
“So why the Kings?” Lauren asks.
Maci bites on her bottom lip and I almost see a cloud cover her. She shuts herself off from us and by the look Lauren quickly flashed me, she knew it too.
“I just heard they were a good club.” She answers and decide to leave it there. She obviously doesn’t want to answer that question and it leaves me wondering why.
Today I’m home alone. Well, it’s not my home because this isn’t technically my home, even though Grim insists that it is, bless him.
Lauren has left in a nervous blur for her first day at the magazine, she doesn’t have to work in the office building all week which Lauren loves, but she has to make sure she has been in at least twice a week. You can’t argue with that. Grim wanted to go with her, so he followed her on his bike and told me he had business to deal with right after so I’ve got the house to myself until Lauren comes home.
I think this is the first time and I plan to take advantage. My hair is in a scruffy knot on the top of my head, I did used to have short hair but I wanted to change my look since the Devils and decided to keep it long as it grew. I have on my baggy black cotton bottoms on with a simple white vest top as I google the building Drew told me Franky thought was the perfect place for us. I still needed to thank Franky but he seems so busy lately that I haven’t seen him. Maybe I should get his phone number so I can ring or at least send a text message.
The building looks fucking amazing and as I stare at it on Laurens computer screen my eyes bug out and my mouth hangs open.
“Holy mother fucking shit balls.” I whisper. I grab my phone and ring Drew.
“Hey!” She sings down the phone.
“Have you seen the building?” I ask her.
“Yes!” She squeal. “It’s amazing right?”
“Amazing?” I ask. “It’s perfect!”
“I’m so glad you like it.” Drew sighs.
“How could I not?” I laugh. The place is big, not massive but bigger than what I had in mind. It’s one large room with huge pretty white framed windows. The place even has an underground storage unit and extra space upstairs. So all in all, it has three levels and is gorgeous. Did I mention I’m not paying?
“I know right? My dad wants to meet us in a few days actually to talk things over with us if that’s ok?” She asks.
“No, I was just thinking that I need to thank him so that’s perfect.” I answer.
After we get excited about what we could do with the place, we end the call and I sit alone with a huge smile on my face as I look at the computer screen. I can’t believe this is actually happening!
A couple of hours later, I’m a sweaty mess. I decided to get off my ass and clean the house. It’s pretty much clean and tidy anyway, but I don’t want it to look like I’ve been doing nothing all day while Grim and Lauren have been out. I turn off the vacuum cleaner and store it away, out of nowhere there’s a knock on the door. I stand still and look at the door like an idiot. Another knock makes me jump.
“I know you’re in their babe, I heard you cleaning.” I hear Devlin from the other side and I breathe a side of belief. I don’t know why I got a little scared, I’m perfectly safe now. However, try telling that to my fast beating heart. But then I remember what I’m wearing and what I look like. FUCK!
“Tasha!” I hear him shout.
“What do you want?” I shout through the door.
“Open the door and see.” He
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