Allie

 

"Answer your damn phone," I mutter to myself as Tristan doesn't answer my fourth call today. I said to dad that I would check on him. I'm driving over to see him as it’s just easier. I know that focusing on my brother is my way of forgetting what happened yesterday. Elliot’s demanding kiss is seared into my head and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve heard of people having chemistry, I’ve read about it lots in my smutty books but I didn’t realise what it’s really liked to be kissed like that. I grab my keys and make my way to my car before making the long drive back to my old home. I love my new Hummer, it’s red and my dad bought it for me after I crashed my last two cars. I really didn’t see the telephone pole the second time and I’m lucky I didn’t get hurt. No one will drive with me anymore, I really don’t understand why. An asshole beeps at me while I’m driving nicely down an empty lane; I glance at my speed and see I’m going a little too fast. Ah well, I haven’t crashed this one in the last few months. My dad said it’s the safest car for me.

I pull up at my old home that Tristan lives in alone now. I don’t know why he doesn’t move, he has the same inheritance that I have and it’s enough to buy a few apartments or houses around here. The cottage is very old with its grey stone and a thatched roof. It has two levels and a newer garage built near it. It looks homely from the outside but honestly, it never felt like home to me. I notice a black jeep that I don't recognise in the driveway next to Tristan’s car. Maybe he must have a friend over and that’s why he isn’t answering me.

I unlock the door with my key, wondering in my head why it's locked, if he has someone over. I quickly walk into the lounge and scream at the sight of Lily fucking my brother on the couch. 

"Oh my fucking god, I wish I didn't see that. My mind will never recover. I need something fucking strong to drink. Holy cows, the image is burning me." I say loudly, and walking into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water to stop myself from being sick. There are images you never want in your head and this is one of them.

"Sorry Al, I wasn't expecting you to come home," my brother Tristan says as he comes into the kitchen and pulling a top on. A moment later Lily comes in, sitting by him in a red dress that shows too much. 

"How long has this been going on?" I ask glaring at Lily, who shrugs wrapping an arm around my brother.

"A while. Look it's serious and I was going to tell you." Tristan says with a grin. Holy cows, he looks so happy that I don't want to say this.

"So when I interrupted you trying to sleep with Elliot last night, you were serious with my brother?" I ask Lily, who turns redder than her dress.

"What? You said you would never go back to him. Fucking hell Lily, we have been dating for a year." Tristan shouts and moves away from her. She grabs onto his arm, shaking her head.

"While she was dating Elliot? Are you crazy, Tris?" I shout at him. He pulls his arm away from Lily giving his back to her.

"Get out, Lily," Tris says looking at me. I want to tell him how much of idiot he is being but I don’t when I see how upset he is. I know how close he was to Lily but I never thought it was anything other than friendship. I kind of should have known better.

"No, I love you, last night I was just drunk," Lily says throwing herself at Tristan back trying to turn him. 

"She wasn't,” I tell Tris, I’m not having this shit anymore.

“My brother asked you to leave, Lily," I walk over to her, pushing my brother behind me.

"It's always you ruining everything. First me and Elliot, now my relationship with Tristan. Why can't you go away?" she shouts at me, she comes to stand right in front of me. I brace myself as she slaps me, knocking my head to the side and I taste blood in my mouth. I grab her hand the second time she tries to hit me and push her away. 

"Don’t try that again, Lily. What happened was your fault, not mine. We used to be friends and I don’t know what the hell happened to you," I tell her as she starts crying. The part of me that used to be friends with her wants to hug her and the other part wants to hit her over the head for hurting Tris. There might even be a tiny bit of me that wants to hate her for what she did to Elliot. I don’t know much about their relationship but no one should be cheated on. That was uncalled for.

"Get out," Tristan says coming to stand next to me. I see the tears in his eyes and I grab his hand which tightens on mine. 

"Fine, your loss." She mutters throwing her hair over her shoulder and slamming the door on the way out. 

"I'm sorry," I say glancing over at my brother as he opens one of the kitchen cupboards and bringing out a bottle of Jack Daniels. I watch as he pours himself a large drink before downing it in one go. My brother’s black hair is curly and very much unlike my own blonde hair. He is covered in tattoos that peek out of his clothes and he is a lot taller than me, his right eyebrow and lip are pierced also. He plays rugby for the local team and it’s good for his anger, I think. The one thing we have in common is our blue eyes; both our parents have blue eyes but mine and Tris’ look more like our mothers. Well, from the few times I’ve seen her over the years.

"Want one?" He asks and I nod at him. I know I can't leave him alone tonight, so I might as well join him. I could use one to forget yesterday and today. Fucking Elliot King is messing with my head like he always has.

We don’t talk as he drinks more and more until I’m sure he has drunk half the bottle. I’m still drinking my second drink and I can’t drink more because I’m worried about him.

"Hey little brother, let's get you up to bed," I say noticing how he can’t hold his head up. 

"You’re not my mum; in fact, you’re nothing like her. Maybe you are, maybe you will leave me too. Like everyone fucking does," he says and I flinch at his words. We don't speak about our mother ever since she left us with the last nanny at ten and our dad will walk out if I mention her. The last we spoke I was thirteen and she was in Paris. There wasn't much chatting other than her telling me about her new shoes she bought the other day. I don’t know what happened to her and why she won't come here. I found pictures of us as kids with mum, and she was smiling. The pictures stopped when we were seven and I can’t remember why.

"That's a good thing and I’m not going anywhere, Tris," I say trying to pull him up but my brother is huge. I end up on the sofa next to him, as he takes another drink.

"Everything good is bad in this family. The girl I've loved since I was twelve is a whore, and dad is in a load of crap that I don't want anything to do with," he mumbles, but I hear every word.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, pushing his curly black hair out of his face.

"Dad is the owner of the Cage. He makes the King Brothers fight for him. I'm sorry but he wants me to run it and I won't so he is going to make you. That's why we have been arguing. I won't kill for him and neither will you," he mumbles before passing out. I shake him and try slapping him but it doesn’t work.

"Tristan, what the hell are you going on about?" I ask knowing he won't answer. I think about he said. I know the Cage, everyone around here does. It’s the dirty secret of the town but it’s not really a secret. If you want to watch a fight and fuck up some random person, that’s the place to go.  There’s no way my dad has anything to do with it. I leave heard at school that the King Brothers fight sometimes. I always guessed it was a fun thing they liked to do for a fucked up hobby or money. I just never put much thought into it. I know that Elliot might give me the answers I need. I guess I could call Harley or Seb but being honest with myself, I know who I want to call.

I ring his phone and he answers on the second ring,

"Allie?" He questions as an answer. I can hear the rumble of his loud Harley Davidson in the background. I’m sure he can answer calls in his helmet.

"What the hell does my dad have to with the Cage, and you?" I ask getting straight to the point. 

"Where are you?" he asks, I can hear his bike being turned off in the background.

"At my old home, just answer the question, Elliot," I demand.

"See you in ten," he says before hanging up the phone on me.

"Fucker," I shout into my phone before throwing it down. My mind is running a million miles a minute trying to think of any reason for what Tristan said. 

I drink more Jack Daniels as I wait for Elliot, trying to calm my nerves but it’s not working. Every time I look at my young brother, I just get angrier. 

"Hey, you left the front door open," Elliot says as he walks in the room holding his helmet under his one hand. His new short hair is a little wet and drips onto his leather jacket. He looks so hot in his leather trousers, black top and leather boots. Man, I must have drunk more than I thought. 

"Allie, what did your brother say to you?" He asks glancing at Tristan next to me on the couch. I get up and walk up to him standing right in front on him. I glance into his dark green eyes that threaten to suck me in; my mind betrays me by looking at his soft lips. I shake my head thinking back to why he is here and not my lack of sex life. 

"That my dad owns that fighting place, The Cage?" I say raising my eyebrows at the stupid idea. My dad maybe a little cold towards Tristan sometimes but owning a fighting ring. I actually laugh a little at my thoughts, which makes Elliot take the bottle of Jack Daniels from me. 

"It's true, Allie," he says calmly, then taking a long drink of the bottle. I watch as he puts the bottle and his helmet on the coffee table.

"What, no! My dad is kind and quiet. He is not an owner of a place like that,” I say pacing in front of the old fireplace. We never actually use the fireplace; I can’t remember it even being used when I was a child.

"Angel, come and sit down.” Elliot stands next to an armchair and I shake my head at him.

“Fine, your dad was partners with my father years ago. It all changed when my dad tried to kill yours. Your dad killed him for trying." He tells me.

"What?" I say slowly and I dropping into the armchair he offers me again with a wave of his arm. Elliot sits on the arm, looking down at me as he speaks. 

"Then your dad made us all fight in the Cage for him, for years. We are nearly done with what we owe him." 

"Tristan said he makes you fight, all of you. That's what he meant,” I whisper more to myself but I see how Elliot tenses when I said that. 

"I'm sorry," I whisper, as I get the guts to look up to meet Elliot’s gaze. My eyes feel wet as we stare at each other. Why would my dad do this? Do I even know him? I can’t if he has done this to Elliot and his brothers. It’s not I don’t believe Elliot, I just love my dad and I’m struggling to believe he is this person.

"Shit, I didn't want to tell you all this," he says coming to kneel in front of me and wiping my tears away. 

Elliot keeps his hands cupping my face, as we both stare at each other.

"It's why you hated me so much isn't it?" I ask him.

"Yes, I thought you knew. I was an angry stupid teenager who had a crush you. I couldn’t cope with the fact that the man I hated had a daughter as amazing as you. I didn't handle it well." He admits.

I smile despite everything,

"You had a crush on me?" I ask and he does that typical King smirk, I've gotten used to seeing all my life.  

Elliot leans in and kisses me. The kiss is anything but gentle as he pushes his tongue into my mouth making me taste him. That’s the only way to explain Elliot’s kiss, he makes you want him. He takes everything from you with one kiss and I don’t know how anyone can be strong enough to refuse him.

Holy crap, he tastes amazing. Elliot tastes like mint ice cream with extra chocolate chips, the best one you can get. I run my hands up his chest, moving closer as desire runs through my body but he pulls away. 

"As much as I want to rip your clothes off and find a way to make you scream. I won't when you’re like this," he says. I look over his shoulder to my brother, remembering what else he said.

"Tris said dad wanted him to run the cage. That Tris won't kill for him, so he is going to make me. It's why they have been arguing," I tell Elliot who nods.

Elliot grimaces as he leans back on his heels before standing. 

"That won't happen," he casts a dark look over at me before pulling me to my feet. 

"Where's your room?" He asks making my heart beat faster. Elliot seems to see all the naughty thoughts I’m having because he shakes his head at me.

"This way,” I say walking ahead. I stop and place a blanket on Tris and kissing his cheek. As we walk upstairs I'm feeling speechless about the events of tonight. If someone told me last week that I would be taking Elliot King up to my bedroom, I would have laughed at them.

"This is it," I say glancing back at Elliot's face. 

"I like it," he says walking around my room taking it all in. I have a very pink room. I know he is lying when he tells me he likes it. I have pink walls, pink bean-bags and pink bedding. There are even pink fairy lights on my headboard. Elliot walks into my room, standing out like a leather biker at a Barbie convention.

Elliot kicks his shoes off and then his leather jacket, too. I stand there in shock as takes his leather trousers off to reveal tight black boxers. I have to remind myself to buy him some pink boxers as he slips into my bed. 

"Turn the lights off when you’re done staring, angel," he laughs as he moves my pillows.

"Get out of my bed, you’re not staying over," I tell him, trying not to look at his impressive chest as I cross my arms. 

"Alright," he laughs, before closing his eyes resting his head on his arms. 

"Elliot, get out," I shout and I hear his laughing. 

"Fine," I mutter kicking my own shoes off and grabbing some PJ’s out my chest of drawers before going to my bathroom. I take my time changing into the simple vest top and shorts. I know they are a little revealing but I'm so pissed that I don't care. Who does he think he is just getting into my bed?

A fair point is that if he hadn't stopped the kissing earlier, I might have invited him up here. Holy cows, I need to stop kissing the annoying man. 

I brush my hair and teeth before going back into my room to see Elliot is sleeping. I can't help but stare at the dimples in his cheeks, the short black hair that suits him. The innocent look he has when he is sleeping is sweet. It also makes him look perfect but I like when he talks, even the snarky comments. Part of me knows I shouldn't get in that bed with him but that's not the part of me I listen to as I climb into my bed and rest my head on the pillow. The long day catches up with me and I fall asleep thinking of the hot man in my bed. The first man that’s ever been in my bed, I would never have guessed it would be Elliot.