Underground Legends: The Hunt (BWWM)

Chapter 20 - Abella

Abella Sterling (Female P.O.V)

October 21, 2074

"Got it! Got it!" I ran toward the volleyball flying through the air and hit it back over the net.

J.P rushed forward and tried to return the serve, but the ball flew straight into the net.

My team and the girls watching from the side went wild as it fell to the ground while the boys looked on silently.

With that point, we tied the score.

4 to 4.

But this was only a friendly game. Or at least that's what my brother believed. The truth was winner would get the first dibs on the gaming equipment for the entire duration of our stay here.

"Don't celebrate just yet! The game isn't ov..." Stu fell silent as the sky darkened. A bolt of lightning tore across the thick magnesium-gray clouds, unleashing torrents of rain upon us.

"It is now!" J.P shouted as we ran for the house.

In the time it took to cross the lawn and reach the back door, our clothing was soaked halfway through and sticking to our skin.

A stack of towels awaited us on top of a small cabinet as soon as we entered the large kitchen.

I took two and wrapped one around my brother. "Go change into something dry."

He nodded before leaving the room.

"How are we going to declare a winner?" Stu asked, dropping into a chair at the table.

"I don't know." I wrapped my towel tighter around my shoulders and went to the fridge. "I'm too hungry to think about that."

A few overlapping replies sounded in agreement while my eyes swept over the assortment of food and beverages filling the shelves.

"Don't worry," J.P said, using his towel to mop up the water we tracked across the floor. "The caterer should be here soon. That is if the rain doesn't delay them."

I shut the fridge door and glanced at Saint for his reaction. But he was busy securing the sliding glass doors. "Caterer?"

"Yeah, Mr. Cromwell arranged it. He thought it would be easier instead of trying to prepare something."

"Oh, that's... nice of him," I mumbled, scratching my philtrum.

A scoff came from my right. I turned to look at Veronica Dasher. Or better known to her fans as RoniReigns.

She was a petite woman, standing at five feet two with oval-framed glasses resting on the tip of her nose. Her brunette tresses were bone straight and hung a few inches above her milky white shoulder blades.

Her appearance seemed prim and proper, from the neck up, but the colorful, intricately designed tattoos covering her arms said differently.

At thirty-one years of age, she was the oldest of the players staying at the house, while J.P was the youngest at nineteen.

"He's not being nice." She said, snatching a bag of plain chips off the counter. "He's just making sure nothing interferes with his game."

"Th-" A booming crack that rattled the windows and flickered the lights made me fall silent at once.

"Are there flashlights or something in case the power goes out?" Saint asked.

"I saw some candles in the living room, but Miss Lexi said this place has a backup generator," J.P said.

"Okay, go get them, just in case. And anything else you can find."

"Alright," he wadded up the towel and left the room with two others following behind him.