His Violet Wolf

Chapter Seventeen

Adelaide

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm myself down. I knew that the only way I could successfully tell my story to Flynn, was if I wasn't looking at him. So, I turned my back to him and rested my elbows on my knees.

I felt Flynn's hand rubbing small circles on my back, and I relaxed my tense shoulders a tad. I blew out a deep breath and closed my eyes.

"When I first met Marshall, I had no idea that he was the man I had been working for. At the time, I had only just started working for the Collectors, so I was at the very last level. I had been selling drugs at one of the clubs he owned when he approached me. He just had this power around him that made me want to get closer to him, but run as far away as I could at the same time. It was unnerving to say the least, but I was intrigued.

"But then he told me that I was selling everything wrong, and so I yelled at him, saying how he couldn't do any better. He just laughed and disappeared after that, and I thought nothing of it. I was very rash and naive back then, speaking before thinking. It was a bad habit.

I was so frustrated after my conversation with him that I sold everything as fast as I could and practically ran to this small diner across the street as soon as I was done. I didn't know that he had stayed, and was waiting for me to finish, until he sat down across from me in the small booth. I remember he looked so out of place, it was almost comical. A guy with tattoos covering his entire body, wearing leather from head to toe, and hair so white, it practically blinded me, sitting in a floral patterned booth.

"He asked me to work directly underneath him, said he liked my spunk. He offered me more pay, and even a small apartment in his building where Julian, Boone, and I could live comfortably. At the time we were living in a run down apartment building, where they basically ran a prostitution business. It was disgusting, and absolutely unsafe, but it was all we could afford. I was the only one making money, Boone was just a baby then so Julian stayed and took care of him.

"It was the offer of a lifetime, and I accepted it seconds later. A couple days after I had agreed, we moved into the apartment, and I got straight to work. We were getting more money to provide for Boone, enough that Julian and I could actually have three meals a day. We had usually spent all our money on food for Boone, so we were basically sticks. We were so happy, it was strange.

"Over the next couple of months, Marshall and I became closer. We were best friends in no time. I had already met the twins, and they were like my brothers. After a while, Julian decided to join the Collectors, saying we had enough money to hire a babysitter for Boone, and that he didn't like acting like a housewife. We all became inseparable, we never went far from one another, when three months had passed, we completed the blood bond." Flynn's hand tensed on my back, and he growled. I decided to ignore him, and continued on.

"After a year of working, we were well known to everyone that was a part of the group, even those at the bottom level. We never thought anything would tear us apart. We made pacts, that we would never leave one another, to always have each others backs. That's what made it so hard." I exclaimed, voice cracking.

"The stupid empty promises that once meant the world to me, made me feel as if I finally had a family. Those pathetic words made me feel so good, so happy. As if I deserved to have happiness after everything I'd done. They made me forget, helped me move on. But I guess that doesn't matter now, and I'm getting off track."

"Marshall started acting strange. He became a lot more possessive and protective of me. I'm not going to lie, I had feelings for him at the time, that I was trying to push down. I mean, how could someone like their boss and best friend? It was a huge surprise when he admitted he had feelings for me too, and I was overjoyed. Like a god damn high school teenager." I scoffed, disgusted with my former self. Flynn's hand had stopped rubbing circles into my back once I started talking about my relationship with Marshall.