Do What the Bad Boy Says

Chapter 5

Kit had left me in the room and told Frankie to keep an eye on me. That had felt condescending seeing as I was older than Frankie by a year. Yes, I'd graduated early, so I was technically a year younger than these guys, but academically I was older than everybody. I was still pretty much the same age as all of them.

They'd gone somewhere on their bikes and told Frankie he wasn't allowed to leave the house until they came back. I was hoping he'd break that rule, but he'd been genuinely annoyed when I'd tried to leave and forced me to go sit in the living room like I was some child.

"You're in eleventh grade science?" I asked, hoping to make some conversation.

"Y'know we're the same age, right?" He looked at me, slightly amused. "I failed the fourth grade. Remember?"

I had not remembered up until this point. Either I was being absolutely naive or I'd been to concerned about myself to remember logical facts. He was right. I did remember him in the fourth grade. He was the quiet kid that acted out and only ever spoke if his brother was present. He'd been annoying to me.

"Yeah. I remember." I said quietly.

"Also, before they get back, you should know a few things about Kit." He started to warn me. "He really isn't as bad as he seems. Just doesn't know how to deal with his own anger. Anyways, girls are dealt with differently than guys."

Ugh! Pigs.

"That's sexist, why?" I frowned.

How was that even remotely fair? My bad I was born a dude or with exuberant levels of testosterone that turned me into a nutcase.

"Because Kit's parents were extremely sexist and now he's in charge. I wouldn't worry too much about it because you're new. Plus, if you're scared of him, don't be. He's not the one who deals with the girls anyways." He shrugged, putting on a fighting channel I'd never willingly watched before. "But, I guess try not to get yourself in shit. He's probably going to tell you how shit works when he gets back."

"What's he gonna do? Spank me?" I laughed. "This isn't the fifties."

"Tell him that." Frankie chuckled.

I rolled my eyes and stood up to go to the kitchen he watched me and asked for a soda. I got him one before sitting back down. I was bored as watching grown men get into fights on the TV wasn't really my first choice of entertainment.

I started to walk around the kitchen and the living room. I peered up the stairs and then went to reach for my phone before remembering Kit had snatched it from me before he'd left. I sighed heavily before plunking myself down on the couch again.

"What?" Frankie looked at me as though I were irritating him like a child would.

I was planning not to answer but the look he was giving me made me choose otherwise. He was right when he'd said sexist, but somehow I was willingly going along with it because it felt right.

"I'm bored." I said quietly.

He flicked the TV off and told me to go workout or something. I stupidly reminded him I couldn't leave the house. He laughed and called me an idiot for saying that. Then he told me to follow him into the basement. I did.

He unlocked the one of the doors that had been kept shut last night and turned the lights on. An entire boxing ring, a few punching bags, some weights and two elliptical running machines were neatly set up to be a home gym. On the back wall guns of all sorts were hung up nearly on display.

So the basement was much bigger than I'd actually thought it was.

"You can workout in here. I don't know if you have clothes for that, so it's up to you." He shrugged again. "Kit shouldn't care you're in here so long you keep you hands off of the guns."

We heard the door upstairs slam shut and the sound of people shuffling about.

"Ayo! Frankie!" Felix called down the stairs. "Kit says up here, please."

Kit says please? I highly doubted that. However, I followed the boy up the stairs. I couldn't really call him a kid anymore as we were literally the same age. Too bad.

They were seated in the living room. Theo holding ice to his chest and Red massaging his ankle. Felix clapped Frankie on the back before pulling his sweat drenched shirt off. Kit had no shirt on and I tried not to look at him. I was mad at him.

They all wore jeans and darker shirts. A pile of leather jackets sat on the kitchen table, water dripping off of them. I looked out the window. It was raining, but not too heavily.

Their faces looked smug as I went to sit down. Kit simply put his hands on my hips and redirected my body onto his lap. I turned red. I quickly tried to stand back up, but slight slap that landed on my thigh when he placed his hand there stung enough to tell me that maybe Frankie wasn't lying.

Now I was nervous. My back was pressed to the skin of his chest and I was too scared to move. Why could he make me so scared?

"I trust Frankie gave you a warning of what happens to my girls if they don't do as they're told, hm?" He asked smugly, his hot breath tickling my ear as the others in the room gave a little chuckle.

"Kit, try not to make her cry." Felix said, pushing Theo's head forwards and starting to stitch him up.

I grimaced as I watched the needle going in and out of his flesh on the nape of his neck. I could never do that without at least freezing the area first. It'd make me sick more than likely. I knew as I'd tried to stitch myself up once before.

"I'm not your girl, Kit." I growled, suddenly finding my confidence. "Let me get up."

"Where's your manners, Rosie?" He chuckled, putting another arm around my waist and holding me to him. "Get up then. If you can."

Frankie smirked slightly, as did the rest of the guys. They found this funny. They seriously didn't see anything the least bit wrong with this?!

I tried to shove his arms off of me. That failed, dramatically. I tried wiggling out of his hold, but he just corrected the way I was sitting every time I thought I was getting anywhere. I even, embarrassingly, tried to just get up. This proved that just his arms were stronger than both of my legs.

I felt humiliated as the guys watched me, amused with all of my failed attempts to escape. Why he couldn't just let me off of his damn lap made no sense to me. I nearly wanted to scream and claw his eyes out, but I couldn't turn around.

"Kit!" I whined, now desperate to get his arms off of me.

"What?" He asked, pulling so I was sitting in a more casual position, still on his lap.

"Let me get up!" I growled. "Seriously!"

"Pretty sure I don't take orders from you, sweetheart." He chuckled. "Plus, you're comfy. You just wanna show off that you're strong, which, evidently, you're not."

Frankie had been right. He was going to make me cry.

"Stop!" I squealed now, tears welling in my eyes in frustration. "What is your problem?"

"I'm not the one crying, sweetheart." He chuckled, now wrapping me into a hug that I actually didn't want to leave, but wouldn't admit. "You're one of my girls. You do what I tell you. So, stay put."