Dangerous Wolves

Chapter 3

A/N The wolf is Cat's when she was fighting.

YEAH BUDDY

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i was getting tired of him staring and groping at me all the time; it was unnerving, especially when i was getting dressed. Once, i bent over to look for a shirt and he came up behind me, palming my ass. I turned fast, intending to smack him, but he slid out of the way. When i finally managed to put on a see-through white shirt and black skinny jeans, (though I will

admit the shirt was to piss him off), he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. I arched both of my brows and cocked my head, pursing my lips. He sighed, and i moved to go past him,

but he grabbed my arm, tugging me against him.

"You aren't going out there like that." he growled.

I pretended innocence.

"Whatever do you mean?" I batted my eyelashes. I was perhaps laying it on too thick...

"That fucking shirt. No way in HELL."

I frowned. "You think I don't look good in it?"

I plucked at it, staring at the logo, 'Free for all'.

At the time, I honestly hadn't understood what it had meant, and had worn it all the time. And then one day, a man made a lewd comment, i threw him across the room, and I never

wore it again. But now, I rather liked it.

"You look good in anything; that isn't the point. It is see-through, and has a crude message on it!"

I wrinkled my nose at him.

"So what?"

He shook his head, snarling, "You aren't going to advertise MY property!"

My mouth dropped open. There was a little thing called freewill, and I wasn't going to let him think that just because i had no choice in letting him stay here that i was going to go along with his...control issues.

"Excuse me?" I don't think he realized that saying it in a whisper didn't rob it of it's warning.

He tighened his arm around my middle and kissed the top of my head gently. I spluttered angrily, but i knew against his sweetness, i was lost. If there was one thing i had lived without for so very long,

that i craved more than anything, it was kindness. I wasn't going to show it, though.

"I am not owned by you, no matter how much you wish it so!"

Before he could respond, the door swung open, and i tore away from him. Johnny strode in, one hand still covering his eyes.

"Are you dressed yet?"

I laughed, but stopped just as quickly as it had begun. I hadn't done that in so long, it was surprising that it had just flowed out of me. My hand flew to my throat as though i could catch the sound there.

Johnny lowered his hand and stared at me; whether shocked that i had laughed or that I'd stopped it so fast, I wasn't sure.

"Yes." I sighed. At the same time, Wolfe said "No."

Johnny put the hand back, and then waved at Wolfe with the other.

"Well? Which is it? We're leaving today and you might want to be dressed when you meet the others."

I whirled, glaring at Wolfe. i wasn't going anywhere today, no matter how hot the man wearing just a pair of sweats was. Why, oh why, did a man have to look so good? But when did he get sweats?

"I'm not going anywhere!" I yelled.

I tried to go out the door and into my living room; i was hungry enough to eat cereal. but Johnny stepped in front of me. My hand lashed out, smacking across his face. His head snapped to the side, a red hand print

welling up on his face, and blood dripping down from the scratches-my nails were sharp. he swung his head around to snap at me, but I shrieked at him,

"You let me out of here right now, or I'll break your fucking jaw!"

He reached for me, but Wolfe jerked me back against him.