The Gang Girl

Chapter 29- Thigh High Distractions

AN// Okay, I'm back. Heads up, I changed something in chapter 28, so if you haven't gone back and re-read it, I suggest you do so because well, yeah, you'll see. Happy reading.//

"Why, in the middle of winter, are you wearing swimmers and carrying a towel around?" Alpha calls out to me as I walk through the kitchen and out onto the deck that backs onto the private strip of beach my family owns.

"It's California, it's always swim season. Plus," I thicken my German accent and look over my shoulder at him, "we are German. Wear that cold insensitive skin with pride. Don't forget, you dared me to run through the streets naked on my 2nd Christmas with you guys and I came back pink and flushed, not even cold." I drop my towel on a chair and walk towards the water, praying to whatever fucked up deity was out there that my stab wound was healed enough for me to swim in saltwater.

I mean, the shower water no longer stung, so salt water shouldn't either right?

I know, my logic is amazing.

I look down at my chest and the stitches currently holding the 2-inch wide rectangle in my chest together. Honestly, I thought I looked like a failed Tony Stark, but the gang just thought it made me look more dangerous.

Right, thanks, guys. Because I already look like a fucking unicorn that poops rainbows and pees out varying flavours of Fanta.

Not.

I reach the edge of the water and just bask in the sun as it hits my exposed skin. Mmmm, a winter's day with no rain, wind or snow. I mustn't jinx myself.

I grin as the ocean comes and laps at my toes like a gentle old dog. But unlike my childish hopes let me believe, well, it wasn't that hot. Ever the optimist, I told myself that it wasn't that cold, that I was given a uterus and a pair of ovaries for a reason and anyone who tried to stop me from being the tough nut I am can go to hell, including myself.

So silently, I stuck the finger up at the world and strolled right on into the water that wasn't that cold.

Besides, I had a shit year to wash off and I'd be damned if I didn't purify my soul before the new year started. Plus I had to wash away having Christmas in the hospital. Agghh.

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"Where are you going?" Alpha's voice sounds strangled as he takes in my appearance.

"Out," I look at him through my eyelashes as I finish clipping my garter belt to my black thigh highs and pulling down my dress.

Not that there was much to pull down.

"You're not going anywhere," he steps into my room, closes the door and flicks the lock.

"Alpha, what are you doing?" I sit down on the edge of my bed and pull on my knee high black lace up combat boots, not too concerned about being locked in my room with him, though I wouldn't be able to tie my boots up while sitting on the bed. I hated the feeling of having my head down around my knees trying to put my shoes on. It was like a major head rush and agh. I'd have to give it a go anyway, with him in the room.

"Something stupid, most likely" I hear him mumble, most likely to himself.

"What, like stopping me from going out? How are you going to do that?" I ask him anyway.

He casts off my question, "Why are you even going out? Especially like that?" He gestures at the 3 quarter sleeve black fit and flare dress I had on, with the skirt short to the point that if I was standing up and bending over to tie my laces, Alpha would definitely get the full view of the black thong and the pale skin of my ass.