Chapter 8.
Courtney POV.
“Not my circus.”
“Not my circus.”
“Not my circus.” I mumble to myself as I walk away, massaging my temples. If this is what it is going to be like going forward, I would rather take my chances with whoever is after me or
until I get to the Devil’s Warriors.
I enter my bedroom and close the door, and lock it behind me. I waddle to the bathroom and just sigh, looking in the mirror. I look like s**t.
“Momma, I know the other reason you ran with me.” I chuckle as I shake my head.
“Far too much drama. Seriously, momma how the hell did you put up with all of this? I’ve been here a few hours and I’m ready to throat punch a b***h. That b***h being Wolf and his precious daughter. Jesus wept, this is a whole different kinda crazy.” I say as I blow out an
exhausted sigh.
“Momma, give me strength until I waddle my happy ass out of here, also why didn’t you tell me another MC was looking for us? You left behind so many secrets, but don’t worry, momma, I will find out the truth.” I say with another mirthless chuckle. I used the bathroom and head back to bed. I settle back down and grab the pillow and snuggle closer to it. My eyes drift
closed and fall asleep.
I’m woken by someone knocking on my door. I groan and sit up, rubbing my eyes, yawning as I
climb out of the bed, fix my top so I have no nip slips, which occurs often. Grabbing my dressing gown, I pull it on and yawn again as I approach the door.
I open it and see Storm standing there with a big, bright smile on his face.
“Afternoon sunshine, aren’t you a sight?” I know he is trying to be funny but without my coffee
he is in very real danger of singing soprano for the rest of his life.
“I’m not in the mood Storm, so what can I do for ya?” I ask as I lean against the door frame,
hiding a yawn.
“Well, I come bearing gifts, your coffee, and food.” He lifts the plate and mug. My eyes light up and I make grabby hands like an excited toddler. He chuckles as I take the mug with a thank
you and sip the goodness.
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“Wait, who made this?” I ask even though I have just taken a sip, and he winks at me. Storm is definitely a charmer. Then again, the brothers I have met are all charmers and very protective.
See werewolves.
“Don’t worry, spitfire. I wouldn’t let that succubus make you anything, so it was Venom.” He says and I just look at him as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Wait Venom, made me the food and coffee?” I ask in shock. He always made me food and
coffee when we were dating.
“Yeah, he said they were your favourites.” He says and I hand him back the mug and step
back.
“You have them. I can fend for myself. Thank you, though Storm.” I say and he looks at me
with a grimace on his face and I chuckle. He looks confused.
“Ooookay, well, I will leave you to get dressed.” He says, and I close the door. Why the nerve of
him, trying to get in my good graces? The audacity. He thinks a coffee and some French toast
with fresh strawberries, whipped cream and syrup will win me over?
I pull the door open and Storm is standing there with a smirk on his face as I take the plate.
“Don’t judge me.” I say as I slam the door and Strom laughs as I dig in, stupid Kaden, knowing
what I like.
I moan as the food hits my tongue and I scoff it all down like a woman starved. Once I’m
finished licking the plate, yeah I licked the plate so sue me. I get a quick shower and change into jeans and a loose fitting off the shoulder sweater. My red hair is in a messy bun as I grab my laptop, iPad, and glasses and head into the bar area.
I have work to do and I may as well get some done while I’m here. The ole ladies all say hello and the members do too. Of course I acknowledge them. It’s only polite and I am polite in a southern kind of way. Yes, at times it may be laced with copious amounts of sarcasm. Even
so, I’m trying. Momma would be proud.
I am lost in my designs when I notice the obnoxious scent of cheap ass perfume, or is that just plain unwashed ass?
“Why are you really here?” I take a breath in slowly and count to ten to stop me from stabbing her in the eye with my stylus.
“Working.” I answer as I finish drawing the latest book cover for a new, up–and–coming author.
“What, by doodling, that is not real work.” I ignore her and concentrate on what I’m doing. If
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she wants a rise, she ain’t going to get one. Not my circus, not my circus. I repeat it in my
head.
“No wonder Kaden left your boring ass.” Ok, she wants that rise, b***h is about to rise a few feet off the floor when I upper cut her and lay her out.
I put the stylus down and look up at her, removing my glasses and putting them on the table. I chuckle as I stand. Momma always said when I’m calm and composed and I chuckle, that is a bad sign and this little pampered princess is about to learn that valuable lesson.
“Tell me Chloe, what is the going rate for what you do?” I ask and she looks at me, confused,
then it clicks and she looks enraged.
“Why, you cheeky slut, says you, you get knocked up with someone else’s spawn and try to pin it on my man? I would slap you if you weren’t pregnant, just you wait Courtney, I will …” oh no ma’am, you leave my bean out of this, I’m one second away from rolling up my sleeves, if I had earrings in I would be taking them out. Not one to back down, never.
I walk closer and face her head on. “You will what?” I get in her face, fighting the nausea that
is building because of her perfume.
“Come on Chloe, you will do what? Hit me? Kill me, blah blah blah. Listen here, little girl. I maybe pregnant but that doesn’t mean I’m mellow. So do yourself a favour and walk away on your knock off Jimmy Choos or we will have a real problem. One where you are laid on your back groaning in pain, not pleasure, as you are used to. Bleeding from your plastic nose as I skull drag you by your awful hair extensions and kick your ass all over this clubhouse.” I say, and she raises her hand to slap me. When I catch her wrist, her eyes widen as I spin her around and shove her away. She stumbles and falls and cries out.
I ignore the drama and sit back down, putting my glasses on and getting back to work.
Not my circus!
As I finish the latest design and I smile. I write the email to the author and send him the image and log out before I stand and walk to the kitchen, stretching my back when I’m grabbed and pulled into a room. I shriek, not so lady like I may add. Only to come face to face
with Kaden.
I hit him and hiss, “You trying to kill me? Next time, just come and speak to me like a normal
human being. Jesus Christ.” I say to him as I clutch my chest.
“Sorry, look, we need to talk. It’s about what I told you last night. Meet me at your cage tonight.
We will talk over there.” I just roll my eyes at him.
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“Fine, oh and don’t ever do that again, you hear me, Kaden Frost? Never again.” I shove past him and leave the room to see Chloe standing there. So I straighten my clothes and walk past
her.
Not before I decide to mess with her a bit. ” Enjoy my leftovers.” I say, walking away, chuckling
to myself as I hear her screaming at him. I’m not one to mess with. Still.
Not my circus, but I may be the ringmaster in this pettiness. Chloe deserves it, and so does
Kaden. You reap what you sow.
