The Pet

Chapter 3

Pet

This place was a bloody maze.

At least with the Scathes there was one fucking hallway that went to every room. When shit went down it was easy to get people up and at em though.

In a place like this, I can imagine Reno galloping around on a horse ringing a bell. My lips twisted a bit at the thought. Reno did have an odd "save the people" sort of vibe to him. One I had to respect, especially after 45 years in this shit. When you're surrounded by red, it's certainly not easy to stay white.

The sounds of kitchen grew louder and louder as I approached then when I entered, it went silent. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and instead ignored the stares and headed to the large buffet style table where an array of breakfast food was laid out nicely.

The last few days here, I'd snuck down here early, grabbed my food from the cooks and bounced before anyone caught a glimpse of me. I figured four days was enough of torturing these men while they wondered where the new girl was and what she looked like and if she was as crazy as everyone says.

You could say I have thing for dramatics.

Plopping down besides a large man with a buzzed head, I began eating, still ignoring the stares.

Slowly, the men start talking amongst each other again. And thankfully, I feel the weight of the gazes start to flicker away.

I was halfway through my food, and ignoring everyone. When a large tattooed hand started to move over my plate. His fingers closed on my bacon and he started to pull it away.

Stuffing another mouthful of hash browns in my mouth, I slammed my knife into the table between his pointer finger and thumb. His hand went still. I reached over, plucking my bacon out of his hand and taking a bite.

Yes, I Katniss Everdeened the fuck out of that.

The table had gone silent again.

Blowing out a breath, I look up. The man was probably twice my size but still around my age. Mid-twenties ish. Handsome with dark skin but far too buff for my taste. It had to be unhealthy the amount of muscles on this man. His face was empty. Indifferent. Maybe pissed? I'm not sure, certainly hard to tell. Maybe he's just too far away with his height.

But after a moment, his eyes crinkle and a small smile breaks on his lips. He grabs the knife hilt and pulls it from the table. He spins it expertly in his fingers. Then pushes the hilt towards me. I grin and grab it. He shoves my shoulder and goes back to eating his food.

That went better than expected.

"Atlas, Tyes, Rhodes, Pet; I want you in my office in ten minutes." Reno says as he stand from his seat at the head of the table.

Honeymoon's over I guess. Not that it was much of a honeymoon to begin with. I just slept in my room the last few days and I tried to learn my way around this fucking place.

"Tyes." The man next to me said, introducing himself. The one I almost stabbed with a knife.

"Pet." I slid my hand into his. His brown eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed.

"You got a real name?"

"Yeah." I say, standing and walking my plate to the kitchen. One of the maids rushed out of the massive kitchen and grabs it from me. I give her a grateful smile and turn down the hall back towards Reno's office.

Everyone is there when I arrive. And Reno wastes no time introducing me.

"Pet, you know Rhodes," Rhodes smiles at me and gives me a wink. "My second."