Their Little One (ON HOLD, EDITING CHAPTERS!)

Chapter One

Arielle Anders   

I sit in the club at the bar, looking at a certain red headed friend of mine, watching her sway her hips on a guy. He grabs her waist, while towering over her body, guiding her hips to the beat of the music. That girl was Skye Williams. I envy her, she and I have been friends ever since middle school. She's like an older sister to me, part of me wants to go on the dance floor and have guys all over me just like her.

But I could never bring myself to get out there like that. In my school years, I was focused on only getting good grades and work done, I never had time for the Jocks, Nerds, or the school 'Bad Boys'. Skye graduated a month ago, so here we are celebrating... Well, technically just her. But I told her I'd accompany her, as I don't drink much but she definitely does. So, I have to watch over her.

"Would you like a drink, pretty?". The bartender asks me kindly, I look in front of me and give her a small smile, shaking my head.

"Can I just have a water?". I ask, she nods and walks away. I sigh, looking down, fiddling with my fingers, drowning out the sound of the loud music. I hear the bartender place my drink down in front of me, I look up and see a glass of water and a shot with something in it.

"Oh, I didn't-". Before the bartender could say anything, a deep hoarse voice beat her too it.

"I did, I ordered it for you precious". I turned around and looked up, widening my eyes a bit, the guy was buff. He was wearing a gray suit that was a bit messy and he had dark brown messy curls, a creepy smirk plastered on his face that made me a bit uncomfortable. I watched as he sat down next to me. He smells weird, from the looks of it. It looks like he just got done working out or something. But he didn't smell pleasant.

"T-thanks. But I don't reall-". He cut me off again by moving a bit closer to me, placing his cold big hand on my bare thigh. I tensed up, looking at him in the eyes I tried not to seem weak.

"Come on precious, I ordered it for you aren't you going to drink it". I cringed at the nickname, what he said was more of a demand than a question. I looked around not seeing Skye anywhere, and the bartender was giving drinks to someone else. I'm on my own.

My head snapped back towards him as his hand went further up my thigh, what the fudge nugget is wrong with him?

"You're such a precious little thing, I'm Justin what's your name mamas?". He whispered close to my ear, he obviously has no boundaries and didn't brush his teeth again after working out, his breath fanned on my face, and I wanted to puke.

He picks up the shot he got me and brings it towards me.

"Please, I really don't drink.". I let out a slight scream, and flinched as he tightened his grip on my thigh.

"I suggest you move your hand, Justin". A deep and actually attractive voice said behind me, I felt the guy named Justin loosen his grip and move his hand off my thigh, while looking behind me, clenching his jaw.

"She said she doesn't drink, and she is obviously uncomfortable, so move the fuck around". I heard another voice, Justin jumped up making me flinch and slowly turn around towards the voices they were bigger and way more muscular. I watched as Justin glared at the four men in front of us. But they didn't flinch, they weren't even intimidated, they just glared right back.

Justin glanced at me. "This has nothing to do with you... guys". When he spoke, I noticed the change in his voice. It was a bit low... wait, is he scared of them? I mean, I don't blame him, they were way bigger than him. 

"This club belongs to us so, what goes on in here has everything to do with us". A different voice said, also deep of course.

Justin reached for me, and I quickly got up, going towards the four big men and stood behind the one who first spoke. Justin scoffed, looking at me.