You're Mine

9

The week that follows is one of the most bizarre I've ever experienced. I've received six more letters telling me I'm gorgeous and beautiful and that my eyes are amazing. I'm not sure if it's Harry or Edward sending them but they never say anything, I also have a feeling that it's Cody or Rhys playing a trick on me. I keep the notes hidden away in my room, I don't want the embarrassment of telling the boys, they will just tease me.

The boys have been really, really over protective and not letting me go out alone or be home alone, it's actually insane and so weird, I really don't understand what's happening. Even when I'm at Jax's and even though Jax is working with me, one of the boys will still come too, claiming Jax is too busy to keep a proper eye on me.

Edward and Harry have been around a lot and if I'm not at their place they are at ours, it seems to be moving fairly quickly, but none of us are complaining. It's not like we don't know each other, I've grown up around them. The only thing that's surprised me is their dominance sexually and their gentleness towards me when they aren't like that to most people.

I'm feeling much better than I was, I'm still sore but not as tired thankfully.

It's a Thursday night when I'm at the club with Jax, it's super busy and Ive been washing glasses for over two hours. Jax is out serving, its only 9pm and the club is already full, some soccer team is celebrating. None of the boys could make it to be with me tonight so Jax promised he would stay out back with me, but he's swamped and has been serving all night.

"Lou, do you think you could help me out on the floor?" Jax comes in to ask.

"Um.....sure, what do I have to do?" I ask nervously.

"Just run around and grab the glasses and bring them back to the sink, we're just too swamped and I've had to pull Sean in from the floor and put him at the bar" Jax says.

"Okay, yeah sure" I say as I begin to walk out.

"Thanks heaps, just check in with me every now and then so I know you're okay" Jax says.

I nod and go to start grabbing glasses, it should be an easy job.

An hour later and I'm so over this, I've had my ass pinched about six times, and I'm being perved on left right and centre. Some guys have even come over to ask me out. There is this one guy though that is sitting in the back of the club, dressed in jeans and a grey hoodie, his hood is pulled over his head so I can't really see his face. He's sitting alone in a booth drinking. His eyes are on me though, I can feel it. It makes me uncomfortable and there is something about his stare that makes me really uneasy. I try to ignore it but it's distracting.

I'm on my way back to the kitchen with about six glasses in my hand when a brawl brakes out between two guys directly in front of me. One guy pushes the other and he slams into me, causing me to drop the glasses and fall backwards onto the floor, effectively cutting the palm of my hand open. I hiss at the pain.

Security is over in a split second dragging the boys away and then someone is by my side inspecting my hand.

"Are you okay?" The raspy voice asks concerned.

I look up to see the man in the hoodie beside me, he's pushed his hood back to reveal a slightly shaved head, he has a slight beard and grey eyes. He catches me staring and smiles at me. He is really good looking but something about him makes me on edge and weary. I look down at my hand to see blood everywhere.

"Come on up you get" the guys says helping me up.

"Kiddo!" I then hear Jax call as he rushes over.

"You okay bud?" He asks.

I just nod as the hoodie guy slips his arm around my waist to help steady me.