The Leverage

Chapter Nine

*The update is FINALLY here. Sorry for the wait... And Wattpad made me rate this rated R, and I really don't know why... *

A week has passed since the day I accompanied Trevor to kidnap, and then free, Veronica Walters.

Within the past week, I've completely devoted myself to harsh training with no slip ups, with a healthy and strict diet to get my body back to normal. Every day, I wake up to eat, train, eat again, and go to sleep. Then, I do the routine over again the next day.

With my mind focused on getting into the best shape of my life while learning to fight off muscled men, I haven't had to focus too much on all of the drama revolving around my life within the past few weeks. The past few days have actually served as a breath of fresh air to serve a purpose to just allow me to relax and stop worrying about everything, and just to throw myself into getting in shape. That's what I should have been focusing on all along, right? To save myself from the Company by becoming a part of it?

I don't expect today to go any differently than the past week, as I stand up and stretch my sore limbs beside my bed - which is really the couch in Holden, Jake, and Channing's apartment. Whenever I wasn't running on a tredmill, fighting in the practice ring, or eating - I was cleaning this apartment. Though it seems that my efforts to keep this place clean never lasts, since the three boys who live here are apparently determined to keep their living quarters a pit.

You'd think that it would be simple to just clean up after yourself, but when you throw Jake, Holden, and Channing together - they simply just don't. They leave a mess that would otherwise never be cleaned up if I weren't here.

But I don't mind taking on the housewife role too much. It's actually comforting and it feels normal to have something to look after, even if it's my temporary home that three boys from the Company choose to keep a mess.

Following my motherly instincts, I take to cooking breakfast for the three boys so they'll have something to eat when they wake up. I've found that I'm actually a pretty decent cook, since it's up to Holden and me to make the food, since Jake and Channing find that making fun of Holden's apron is more important than paying any attention whatsoever to boiling water or burning food that they forget about.

In the midst of me stirring pancake batter in a plastic bowl, I can't help but hear loud, booming voices shouting at each other from outside of the apartment. It's obviously not Holden, Jake, or Channing - since those three boys are still asleep and locked into their rooms. I try to ignore the voices in an attempt to respect whoever is arguing for the sake of their privacy - but I know myself to well to know that my noble attempt won't last long since the curiousity gets the best of me.

With the bowl of pancake batter still in my hands, I step out of the apartment cautiously to realize that the hallway is clear of people. The argument is slightly clearer, and it only takes me a moment to realize that the voices are coming from Trevor's apartment.

This past week, Trevor and I have been getting along better. We haven't spent too much time together, given my busy schedule of workouts, but he's consistently helping me train so he's unavoidable. Not that I am complaining - Trevor is unworldly hot when he's working out and has a nice sweat going for him. His muscles are more defined, his hair is dampened and messily falls across his forehead in a sexy way, his masculinity is even hotter than normal...

Um, anyways...

Trevor and I have laughed more than anything, so our relationship is optimistically building every day. Not once did he mention being angry at anyone within our conversations, so I don't have any idea as to who he's fighting with at the moment through the door.