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Each of the other rooms are decorated with the latest fashion, private accommodations for staying the night for higher paying customers. Of course, what happens behind closed doors, remains behind those doors.
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When the tense mood eventually calmed down Aimee would speak finally. "What would you like me to do to help?", she said and was addressing Rowan but appeared frightened of him. She believed Charlotte got what was coming to her and was too worried about the outcome should she go and try to help the girl up so she did not. She didn't think highly of Charlotte anyway.
"Daaaayum," he hissed. He didn't go to help her. She'd gotten what she'd deserved, and she'd be fine in a few hours anyway. This was a statement straight from bossman himself. He didn't need Myro's hint at what he already knew to be true.
So he had been right not to challenge him earlier, too.
He'd have to do this. No backing out. Felix didn't let his hesitation show after that display.
She remained leaning against the bar counter, watching and waiting for what the leader might have to say next as Aimée spoke up, Donelle too was curious about what he might assign them all to do as she stood there in silence.
He took a deep breath and smiled gently, as if he hadn't just slammed the girl through the table. "We'll be taking back our old turf back first. So we're gonna to.. persuade Bowen Davion to join our forces. He's a bit stubborn, and may take some persuading.." The others could take the hint in his tone.
"We'll go visit our friend tomorrow. A few of you will accompany me to VINDEX, and I want you to be prepared for what could happen. We must move swiftly and efficiently, and more importantly.. Quietly. The more time we have before Baron catches wind of our scent, the better to take him by surprise."
"So cancel your plans for tomorrow and be prepared for my call." Bowen's eyes gazed over all the faces, except for Charlotte. "Jason, Felix.. Remain behind for a bit. I need to speak to both of you." It was obvious he was dismissing the pack.
Still seated quietly beside Felix, she nudged him and muttered, "Pack Pets", to both him and Jason, teasing her mates. Mariah was the type of being that enjoyed picking on others. Most within the pack knew how to take her, some didn't. There was a method to her madness, however. She usually positioned herself as the one to bring a laugh about the room, or a shoulder to cry on. Though it put off a sense of security that she truly lacked, she didn't mind being a supportive figure to the rest of her pack mates. Rowan's pack was the only place where her thieving skills had ever been needed or complimented. 'Get in where you fit in.'
She lifted from her seat, and walked towards Charlotte, reaching out a hand towards the woman still lying on the floor. "You've done enough mopping for one session my friend, let's go get a drink. Or you can come with me while I drink, makes no difference." Mariah knew well enough that Rowan had bigger fish to fry at the moment, Charlotte would be forgiven, as long as she forgot about it, that is.
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”Oh shit” she groaned, as she looked at the damage. Without saying a word, she pulled out splinters of wood from her back, wincing and silently screaming while a few tears escaping her eyes. ”A drink sounds good” she offered weakly. ”You may have to help me walk though” she said with a weak smile, some of her bruises started to heal already.
She put her arm around Mariah’s shoulders and hobbled off with her.
All she did was give Rowan a firm nod to let him know she understood and would be leaving now. Turning to Charlotte she could see someone had already be helping her up, it was nice that she wasn't the only one who had this intention. So on her way out she gave the two females a firm pat on the shoulder (not too hard because of Charlotte's injuries) and with a short smile she said "don't have too much fun without me, when drinking's involved I'll be there." Followed be a soft, short laugh, she was then out the door. She needed some rest and needed to lay off the alcohol for a bit, too much of that stuff in a row wasn't always the smartest option. As soon as she left the building, she lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply with a relieved sigh she exhaled.
He passed a glance on Jason with curious eyes. What in the world did Rowan want from them? Was this about the girl? He steered his eyes, finally, to their pack leader as everyone filtered out.
He watched the others leave with a measure of disinterest, leaning back in his seat. Only once they were gone did he sit forwards and look to Rowan expectantly.
"Your brother won't be a problem for us, will it Felix?" Rowan asked, turning his gaze to the man. "This is a battle where we cannot afford weakness. Where we cannot afford hesitation or even the slightest hint of uncertainty. You choose this pack, and your loyalty is mine." Rowan smiled a caring smile. He seemed almost normal, the guy who lived next door and had a decent job. He was always good at putting people at ease. Almost like a poison that numbed you before the life drained away from you. This was what Rowan was good at.
A wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Isn't that right, Felix?"
He sounded so sure, so confident in his answer. Such a young man, so filled with hate and angst. Oh, but he knew what he was talking about.
"You're right, boss."
Absolutely right.
The older werewolf's voice didn't betray the concern he had as to whether, for all his confidence, Felix was telling the truth. Either way, he thought, the decision likely wouldn't be in Felix's hands.
Yeah. There was a thought, that'd be for the best. Getting rid of the other Bastien brother before he became a problem, once this all blew up? That'd put an end to any trouble for Felix before it started.
"The less of the scene we make, the better. I don't want this event to tip off Baron or any of his."
Even if it hadn't been said, Rowan had treated the two men in the room with him as his second and third. Although Felix was new and questionable with his brother being in Baron's pack, he had proven his worth. Jason was usually chosen to do the more dirty tasks.
Rowan then looked past the two men and his face fell into a frown. The sight of the ruined table fouled his mood again. "Jason.. Accidents happen during the heat of battle right?" Rowan asked, though he didn't wait for an answer. "It would be a shame if a certain young woman were not to make it. Her being wounded gravely from a previous fight and all.." Rowan took a sip of whiskey.
It was all too clear on which woman he was referring to. Charlotte had stepped across the line. "What do you think?"
But he'd done it before. There was a reason he had a bad reputation even within the Scions.
"Way I see it," Jason said after a moment, "A war with the Bloodstone, casualties aren't outta the question. And she's no bruiser. Reckon that Ragenard could swat her aside like nothing. Nobody'd be surprised to hear it. Never knew when to keep her head down, was only a matter of time before she got it bitten off."
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