Sold to the Pack Leader

1: Coming home and leaving again

"Here, and don't forget to keep your trap shut." I snap at my customer, a bedraggled teenager. He nods, handing me the cash and runs off.

I sigh relief. Last sale of the year. Now home for family time. Damnit. So soon. I'm shoving my bags in the back of the limo before hopping into the back of it and it pulls off.

The drive is silent so I put my headphones in, brushing my chestnut colored hair out of my face. I'm checking my Facebook page when we pull into the driveway and to a stop.

The mansion is the same. Four stories tall, big white columns, and other blah, blah, blah, rich people live here details. One thing I do like is our pool in the front yard. I had made sure to have my bikini on under my clothes, so the second I stepped out if the limo, I tear my clothes off and dove into the pool.

Splash! I hit the cool water and start twirling underwater, feeling the bubbles roam my back. I sigh mentally.

Pushing back up, my head breaks the surface and I inhale air.

My parents are sitting a few feet away, eating lunch with my brother. They look in my direction when I surface with guilty looks.

When I step out of the water, I'm greeted with a fluffy aqua towel handed to me by a servant.

"Well, hello to you guys, too. Miss me?" I asked, trying to break to obvious tension. What is wrong with these people? Do I have a snake crawling on my leg? I spider in my hair? I checked, just to be sure. Nothing.

My brother, Jake, comes up and hugs me tightly. This is new.

"Get off me, you hog!" I giggle and throw him into the water. He lets out a girly scream before splashing into the pool. My parents laugh a little until turning back to me.

Jake comes out and is handed a towel.

"Okay, Mom and Dad. If you guys won't tell her, I will," he warned them.

I give a confused look and ask teasingly; "What? Did you sell me or something?" Worst. Thing. I've ever. Asked.

The guilt in their faces grew. Aww hell no, boo. Don't tell me I guessed correctly. I was sold once, when I was little, just for a week though.

"Ashley, you know we love you. But, we had no choice. It was you, or the whole family," my mom coaxed me. I laughed, this was a joke. A big, fat joke.

But they didn't join. When I finally stopped, I realized that they weren't joking.

"How much?" I asked, curious. I started picking up my clothes.

"9 million," my brother blurted. I glanced at my parents. That's it? I made that much ever since I started dealing for my parents four years ago, alone. They had thousands of workers and have been working for over twenty years. They made that much in two months.

"Who to?" I questioned, hoping it was one of the girls. I got along fine with them.

My parents took their sweet ass time answering. My dad finally spoke;
"Zeeke Underhill. I owed him money."

I nearly fainted. Zeeke Underhill. The hottie, killer, powerful, gang leader. I leaned against the table my parents were seated at. My jean shorts on, drug bag resting in between my shoulder and clothes in my hands, I set off to the house.

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I slammed my bedroom door and dropped my stuff by it. Glancing around the room, I realized it was the same. My black walls with streaks of sparkly gold paint with sequins. My lush black carpet with a giant wolf stitched into the center. My king-size bed with neon bursts against black comforters and pillows. The huge as fuck walk in closet right across from me, and the door to my master bathroom.

I collapsed on my bed and cried. My sobs were muffled by my crying-my-heart-out imoji pillow. After awhile, my wailing stopped. I jumped out of bed and soaked in a bubble bath.

Hopping out before I started to wrinkle, I lathered Coco Butter lotion on and dressed in the coolest pajamas I could find, black silk booty shorts and a neon blue lacey tank top. The clothes outlined my figure well, and the yellow NERD beanie was just my favorite as I pushed my glasses on and brushed my blow-dried hair straight.

The giant window next to my bed was where I headed. I opened it and sat on the roof. Before I had left for college, I had decorated this spot. I had a hammock swaying gently from the wind and a blanket folded neatly on it. I crawled into it and draped the cover on me.

Watching the full moon was easy, and the howls of nearby wolves in the forest surrounding the area filled the air. I sighed in content.

What a long day, I thought. I was super tired, and didn't have the energy to drag into bed. So, I fell asleep outside, the wind rocking me and the white eyes of wolves peeking out of the woods lulling me into darkness.

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Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep! My alarm clock won't shut up. WHY WAS IT SET?! It's fucking summer! I pulled myself out of the hammock and into my room to shut my clock off.

I notice a piece of paper at my door and pick it up to read;

Zeeke is coming at noon, so be ready and down hear before then.
          -XOXO
               Mom and Dad

I groaned, remembering yesterday. I slipped back out onto the roof and folded the blanket. While folding, I got to watch as the over-sized wolves left my yard. I loved watching them. The biggest one, the Alpha, I presume, looked back and made eye contact with me. Those dark red eyes seemed to snatch me.

It left fast, running into the woods. I shrugged it off and went back inside.

Now, when I say walk in closet I mean over a few steps. Try a normal sized house, in my room. That is my closet. I don't even used it for all my clothes, mostly just hiding things and stashing drugs. I don't do drugs though. Sometimes private orders are called. Anyway...

I have racks of clothes hanging up. I check the giant dial clock of the far wall, 9:03. Yay. I quickly choose something skimpy, just to make my parents mad. Black skinny jean shorts, my neon purple sports bra, and loose white wife-beater. I slip some black Converse on and curl my hair.

I do light make-up, as I don't like it all too much, just some lipgloss, mascara, and eyeliner. I check myself in the mirror, twirling to look at my ass. Don't judge. Turning back to my face, chocolate brown eyes stare back. I almost forgot! My NERD beanie was in my bed and I was quick to slip it on over my short hair.

11:23. I smiled. I had enough time to pack a bit before leaving. Quickly dashing back into my closet, I slid two travel bags from the shelf and started packing.

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What did y'all think about the first chapter? I just got over writer's block, so sorry if it's not the best.

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               Cadence

March 26, 2017