Bad Ass

Chapter-four

~Elektra's POV~

Pulling up to the house, I pull off my beats to hang on my neck. Radioactive by Imagine Dragons blasting through the speakers of them. I can see Jackson look at me for a second, as he hears the music. Not a fan of rock I see.

"Not a fan of rock?" I asked, getting out of the limbo.

"I'm use to it, my son, James listen to it all the time." He says, but something in the at name James stood out. It sounds familiar. Man I'm so tired of waiting. Yes, I have a sort patients.

Inside the house, it's way bigger then it looks on the outside. We walk towards a room, I'm guessing the living room. All the boys are in there, I can hear them. I stop at the door and lean against the door frame, putting my guitar against the wall. Then a question hits me. Not caring if anyone hears, considering they will find out soon, I ask anyway.

"Jackson, since I'm staying here, will I still need a probation officer?" I heard someone cough as I asked this.

"No." He answers shaking his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

Another question popped up in my mind. "Am I still on probation?" This time hearing a gasp.

He nodded. "Yeah, but just for a couple more weeks, Jack will be stoping by at the end of the week." Dammit, the bastards coming down for my birthday. I told him not to worry about my birthday.

"Are you alright." Asked Jackson.

"Yeah, just great." I answer, with little sarcasm.

"So why are you looking like that?" Asked one of the boys in the room.

"Maybe because, I don't know, the Jackass is trying to come down for my birthday." I answer a little to harshly.

No one says anything. I'm guessing they're processing the information I just gave them. Oops, just told the Saturday is my birthday, son of a bitch. I'll be 18 to. I look over at Jackson and see he's smirking. Bastard.

"You know the Alpha's sons birthday is Friday, and they're having a masquerade ball to celebrate on Saturday." Jackson comments, but I stop him from going on.

"Don't give a damn." I said coldly.

"You know his son is taking the Alpha position if he finds his mate in one of those two nights." One of Jackson's sons says.

"Like I said before, don't give a damn." I say harshly. I'm losing my patients here and I'm getting irritated.

"Elektra." Jackson warned, but I already knew what was coming.

Stepping to the side, I let one of his sons hit the wall. "Don't touch me." I warned, still yet to take off my sunglasses. Having my back turned to him. You'd think I'm crazy, but if you have senses like me you wouldn't, my senses are so high to where I can hear a mile away.

"I wouldn't come any closer if I were you." I commented.

"And why do you say that?" Asked one of Jackson's boys.

"Did you not just hear I'm on probation. You know that girl named Black Magic?" I asked. In response, they all nodded, even the one behind me. So I continue.

"That girl, is me. The badass street fighter, in the flesh." I smirk, knowing whats coming next.

Turning around, faster then even werewolfs themselves can go, I stop the boys hand from hitting my face. "Your lying." He says. "There's noway you are, she has red eyes, and she's in jail." He huffs. Wait, I know that voice.

"James?" I asked, and he freezes for a second, then nods. "You seriously thought I wouldn't get out, did you?" James and I were friends, we street fought and street danced in a group together. He was there when I was arrested, and he was my right hand man. He tried to keep me from going to jail, even though I've been plenty of times, Amber and Kaitlyn had to hold him back, they were like sisters to me. They held him back so he wouldn't get arrested as well, they knew I was going to get out.

"There's noway you're her, she's still in jail and doesn't get out until next month. You don't have red eyes, you...you..." He stopped, not knowing what else to say. It was true I'm not supposed to be out until next month, but I got out earlier then planned.

I take off my sunglasses and look into his eyes, I see happiness and confusion. "I got out early Home-slice, always do." He similes at the use of his street name. Then he pulls me into a hug. Oh man, he knows I hate hugs. But it's James, so I hug back really tight.

"You know I hate hugs." I whispered in his ear, squeezing tighter.

"How do you know him." Asked one of the boys as I let go and turned look at them.

I looked back at James, 'did you tell about the streets?' I mouthed to him. He nodded in response, letting me know I can say what I was thinking. Blackfire jumps in my arms, me shaking my head in amusement.

"Street dancing and fighting." I answer, rubbing Blackfires fur.

"Oh, your that girl he said was arrested from that dance crew. But that was almost two years ago, why should you be getting out next month." Says the same one from before. He looks just like James, black hair, bright-unreal-blue eyes, brown skin, and a buff body. The only difference between appearance, in looks, would be, James has a scar. From the bottom of his right ear, to his collarbone and he's wearing almost all black.

He never told me he had a twin, let a lone 5 brothers. Oh, he's got some explaining to do. "I can't tell that information to people I don't know the names of." I responded, irritated. Do they really think I'd tell them all my past, especially when I don't know their names.

"Jason." He says.

"Luke." States the one beside him. They look alike enough for you to tell they are related. He has brown skin, buff, brown hair, and green eyes.

"Lance." The one beside Luke says. If you were anyone else, you wouldn't know who was who, but me being me I do. Yep, another set of twins. I'm guessing I'm the only one who can tell them apart. Well beside the two of them of course.

"Michael." Says the one next to Lance. He's younger, I'd say 12. Like his brothers, brown skin. He has black hair and hazel eyes.

The one beside him doesn't say anything. His pretty turquoise eyes looking up at me. I'd say he's like 6-7 at most. His hand in his mouth.

With Blackfire still in my arms, I walk towards the little boy. Sitting on the floor, cross-legged in front of him. Putting Blackfire in my lap, I look back at the little boy.

"He doesn't talk." Says Michael. I look up at him, irritated and shake my head. I look back at his turquoise eyes and smile. The first smile I've had since I was 10. He smiles back, from up-under his hand. But before I can say anything, again I might add, a women's voice sounds around the room.

"Sweetie, he's not going to talk, we've tried everything." Okay, they're getting me irritated to much today for my liking. What pisses me off most is, she doesn't care he's not talking. This is her fucking child for fucks sake.

"You haven't tried everything." I spat, looking up at her. She gasps and I know my eyes look like fire, my hair touching the floor, has little flames at the ends. Sighing, I close my eyes. When I'm calmed, I look back at the little boy.

"What's your name little man." I coo. No ones seen this side of me before, but Amber and Kaitlyn.

He doesn't say anything. When it comes to children, I always seem to have patients, any other time I wouldn't. I reach out my left hand, the little boy looks at it then back at my face. I give him a smile and nod my head.

He looks back down at my hand, then puts the one that's not in his mouth, in my hand and I see it. I see why he doesn't talk or laugh, not even cry. The woman that he's supposed to call his mother, beat him everyday, when he would ask questions, cry, smile, anything. She'd beat him for no reason.