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demand shaking my head. “I can’t hurt her.”
“We’ll give you today,” Mitch murmurs. “This is for the band Rage, remember that.”
“I need to get out of here,” I speak through clutched teeth. I want to hit something. I rush back in my room for a shirt and slam my feet into my boots. I grab my keys and start for the door. I hear the shower cutoff and remember I am taking Kitty out. I need sometime I don’t want to ruin our last day together.
“Let her know I needed to go do something. I’ll meet you all at the diner. After you all eat give us room alright,” I call over my shoulder.
“Sure man,” Crush answers.
~B~
I am toweling off when I hear the front door slam shut. It startles me and makes me jump. I wrap in the towel and push my ear to the door. I can barely hear the guys murmuring on the other side. I pull Rage’s shirt and my skirt from last night back on. Opening the door I try to hear a little better before stepping out of the bathroom.
“It was the right thing to do,” Mitch sighs.
“I don’t know. I know my brother, this is different for him. I think we just made this a problem.”
“We’re ready this time. Kitty is just what we needed. We’re so close to this deal, man. If he screws it up its all over … I don’t even want to think about it. We just have to make sure he sticks to his word,” I hear Sleep say.
“This should be fun,” Chris snorts.
I am not making much out of their conversation so I start to make more noise, pushing the door to the bathroom open wider to make it squeak. I round the corner from the bathroom and everyone is staring at me again.
“Rage had to run an errand he’s going to meet us there,” Chris offers.
“Oh, okay,” I say disappointedly. I thought he would wait for me. “I’m ready if you are. Can we stop at my place so I can change my clothes?”
“At thy wish m’ lady,” Chris grins.
Everyone starts to get to their feet and heads for the door. I notice Mitch wince as he glances back at me. I didn’t think I looked that bad this morning. I know I probably am not hiding my disappointment that Rage has left very well but I don’t get why Mitch would wince at the sight of me.
I nervously run my fingers through my hair to see if it feels like a mess. I look down at Rage’s too big shirt and straightened my belt that I put over it. I don’t look that bad, do I?
An hour later we are at the diner and I am feeling a lot better. Mandy is already here bouncing at a table with Mitch and Sleep. Chris had taken me home and given me time to get ready.
I was able to curl my hair and cover the Mohawk for today. I put on a pink pair of skinny jeans and grey t-shirt that bares my midsection. A pair of grey ankle boots finished the look perfectly. My happiness fades for a moment when I don’t see a sign of Rage at the table. I feel the smile slip from my face.
“Happy birthday, beautiful,” Rage whispers from behind me. My whole body lights up as his hand touches the side of my stomach that isn’t covered by my t-shirt. “Ready for some more fun, babe?”
I turn around and fling my arms around his neck as I stand on my tiptoes. He lifts me into the hug burrowing his face into my neck like it will be the last hug he’ll ever give me. His arms tighten around me and unless I am dreaming I would swear his lips whispered across my neck.
“Kitty, there are more birthday hugs waiting for you over here,” Mitch chuckles nervously.
I quickly pull away from Rage feeling a little silly. Mitch, Sleep, and Mandy come to hug me before Mitch and Sleep pull a chair to have me sit between the two of them. I notice an irritated look on Rage’s face as he looks at the seating arrangements. I didn’t have time to focus on that because Mandy goes right into planning a night out tonight.
“There is this new club we have to hit,” Mandy chimes.
“I don’t stand a chance of getting out of this one, do I,” I laugh.
“No,” Mandy
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