Puppet {ManxMan}

CHAPTER 14

The Con Rồng headquarters were located a few hours from the ocean and a once popular shipping port. That was where Blu's yacht was anchored, the one I first woke up in after being kidnapped, where he stole everything from me.

Surrounding the building were hundreds of smaller houses, including restaurants and shops, all of them supplied with blood goods acquired by Blu for his own purposes. To the south was where the trees were, a huge, thick forest where people rarely wandered. At one point it was probably a national forest, that made the most sense, now it was just... there.

It took us a while to get there. All of us piled into a black hummer, with Cass driving, and we were stuck there for hours before we even passed the warehouse where Phoniks Vidroh first grabbed me. That meant we still had a few hours to go, and I wanted to break my skull against the glass window.

Malachi was in the passenger seat, so that left Dakota in the back with me. I didn't notice it at first, but we were sitting stiff in the exact same position, one leg folded over the other, arms crossed over our chests. When I realized it I started grinding my teeth and flipped out a knife to clean my nails with, just to distract myself.

Unfortunately, he had a similar idea. He hadn't looked at me once, but suddenly he slumped into the seat and pulled a knife from his pocket, opening it and playing with it, testing the edge and shining it with part of his shirt. I growled and stabbed my knife into the seat beside me to keep from stabbing him instead, and Cass reacted instantly.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't do that, fuck, this isn't your car, man! What's wrong with you?!"

I yanked my knife back out and glared at him from the rear view mirror, "I'm claustrophobic," I snarled, and he scoffed.

"Since when?!"

"Ride on the roof then," Dakota bit, and I very nearly dug the knife I was holding into his thick skull.

"Hey I have an idea," Cass said cheerfully, "Let's play the get along game. Demi, Dakota, you go first."

"Fuck you," both of us spit simultaneously, and Cass pouted.

"That's a start I guess...."

"I don't want anything to do with him," Dakota spat, shooting me a glare, "He's nothing but a fucking toy."

I bristled, but before I could shoot back a retort, Cass spoke. Rather, he yelled loud enough to make me jump and nearly hit my head against the roof of the car.

"That's enough!" he snapped, "You don't know a damn thing about him, Bailey! I'm sick of you snarling like a rabid fucking dog all because Kailas is ignoring you! Jesus fuck! Quit acting like a smitten ten-year-old, you're eighteen! He takes you to bed once and you expect a wedding ring! I love Kailas, God damn, but he's a slime ball and you're an impressionable little shit!" he stopped, taking a breath before continuing, quieter, "Jesus... you're still important to him, okay? We all care about you, but Demi is... Demi is different, you wouldn't understand. You're just a kid. You wouldn't get it."

Dakota didn't look angry anymore, he looked broken, and for some reason it pissed me off. I wasn't angry at him though, no, I was angry at Cass and wanted to break his damn teeth in. Of course Dakota would expect the first one he went to bed with to love him! He was seventeen! Everyone expects their first time to be with their only love! I expected that... it's not what I got...

I continued to glare at the back of Cass' head, seething and grinding my teeth before leaning back and folding my arms, "Hey, Dakota," I started in a calm voice, "Want to see something funny?"

Dakota lifted his head up and rubbed at his eyes as he turned to give me a confused look, just as the scowl on my face turned into a devilish smirk and I leaned forward to yell directly into Cass' ear, "Blue shell!"