Dragar

Chapter 8

I woke up to my phone interrupting my peace. Today is Saturday so I don't open. But the damn phone woke me up.

I reach over and take the phone off charge.

"What?"I answered without looking at the ID.

"Is that how you talk to your mother?"

"I see you're still a bitch." She gasp like she hasn't heard that before. "Don't be a fucking drama queen Ma. What do you want?"

I get out of bed and pull the curtains open. "Come to dinner."

"No." I connect my phone to the speaker and enter the bathroom.

"You don't come home anymore."

"I wonder why." I brush my teeth and wash my face.

"Your brother is coming home. We'll be celebrating."

"Then no." As the black sheep of the family the last thing I want is a reunion. "I'm not coming."

I hangup and block the number cause I know she will keep pestering me.

I shower and get dress.

I hear the doorbell rang and wonder who it could be. I don't like unwanted visitors.

I head downstairs and went to open the door. I'm confused.

"Ah...who are you?"

"I'm Throg. You're Dragar's woman right?"

"Why are you on my property?"

"So we can talk."

I fold my arms and lean against the door frame.

"Then talk."

"You're distracting him from what he should be doing?"

Is this man fucking serious?

"Who do you think you are coming to my house to threaten me?"

I didn't see him move but his hand wrap around my throat. He push me inside the house and I grab the samari from the display and slice his arm off.

"Don't fucking touch me."

"You bitch!"

"Stand up." He get to his feet shakily, a glare aim at me. "Walk." I push him a head of me to where the phone is. I pick it up and call Dragar landline since he don't own a cellphone.

"Hello?" He sound so confused.

"Come to my house. Now."

I hang up and kick the piece of shit in the stomach.

"You bruise my fucking throat asshole."

He glare at me bur couldn't do anything. He was losing too much blood. Should have aim for his fucking head.

I lean against the wall and watch the the minutes tick by.

It wasn't long before I heard the doorbell rang.

"Come in!"

"Are you OK?"

"What the fuck?"

Dragar look from me to Throg.

"Chief?"

"What happened?"

"I don't appreciate people threatening me in my own home Dragar."

"This bitch should die. Are you not going to defend your people Dragar? Your own kind?"

I kick him in his mouth. "Stop talking. Dragar get him out of my house. If one of your people come and threaten me again, I will not be this lenient."

"Men. Take him up. Are you hurt Salem?"

"Just a bruised. I'll live." He nod and left.