~Riae~

Knowing all to well they were watching me, was fine I had of coursed planned it that way. It was like convincing a child to eat their carrots, if you offered them a cookie at the end. Chances were they’d eat them, just to get the reward at the end. The Cunning brothers proved my theory right, as I dangled the sweet treat just out of reach.

Dressed and ready to go, I seriously needed some food. As I am sure they did as well, Owen opened the car door letting Van have me. Come on now they have to have another car, this can’t be the only thing they spent their money on. The sleek cars engine came to life, as Owen looked at us.
    “I’m hungry” Opening my mouth before him.
    “Shall we go out?” I think he was more or less asking Van, then me. Feeling him nod, I frowned. Surely they’d let me at least change, I wasn’t fit to go out in clothing like this.
    “Can...I change first?”

    “Sure” Owen hummed. Turning the car back to my place. Well that was a lucky break, now all I have to do is make sure they don’t rape me. Walking into my house, dropping the keys on the table heading for my room. Pleased when they dropped themselves on the couch, closing my door. Was not going to go through the last mistake I went through, not that a door would stop them.
    “Where are we going” I shout to reach them.
    “Out” Van yells back.

Such a smartass……
   
    “No shit! But how nice am I to dress” Feeling annoyed that I still didn’t know where they were taking me. The door opened, with Owen standing by himself. Standing in my underwear and bra, his nose blew out air licking his lips.
    “Here” He said, walking into my closet. Pulling out a pair of slacks, with a green blouse.
    “Heels” Saying before walking out.

Well that was odd all around….

Clothes on along with a pair of black heels, per Owens wishes I entered my bathroom. Adding on black eyeliner, lip gloss and blow drying my hair a bit. The four inch heels clicked across my flooring, as I stepped into the living room.
    “Done” Looking up from the tv, they smiled.
    “Nice” Van hum, nudging Owen who grumbles something. I don’t know when or where they got clothes from, but they were dressed just as nicely as before. Both sporting sleeveless hooded shirts, because god forbid they didn’t show off their rippling arms. While Owen choose black jeans, Van in dark blue. It took all I had not to jump them, in my damn living room.

Men should not be allowed out of their houses, if they even came close to looking like these two. It should just be a freaking crime. I’m almost positive they’ve stopped traffic before, making some poor helpless woman crash into a telephone pole.

Again I sat on Van’s lap, as Owen started up the car. Their black  converse sneakers, peaking out from the low riding jeans. Again should not be allowed out of the house. It took only twenty minutes before he parked us at a sushi bar. Why’d I get dressed up again for this? Walking in proved to cause a stir, as the people who were enjoying their lunch breaks or family meeting saw the twins. I just happen to be an eye swore pushed between them, like the peanut butter stuffing some moron decided to put between the oreo cookie.

The cream filling was just fine people, stop fucking up a good thing. Okay I’m better. A small female showed us to our seats, again I was feeling the heat as they made sure to get a round booth. Just having to sit next to me, making me feel like their child they needed to keep an eye on. I’ve had sushi before here, so I already knew what I wanted. So when Van handed me a menu, I smiled It off. Causing him to look at his brother.

    “You don’t like sushi?” He asked, ready to leave at my first word.
    “Oh no I’ve been here before. I already know what I want” Sipping at the ice cold water. You could almost smell the tension lift off of them, as they looked over the menu. The silence was killing me, as I stupidly voiced my opinion.

    “I’m paying for myself” and just like that, I was feeling the need to retract my statement. They had put the menu’s down, leaning their farthest elbows on the table looking at me. Fidgeting my fingers under the wooden table, so they couldn’t see I refused to back down. This only made matters worse, as their hot mint breath came closer to my ears.
    “Kitten” Owen purred.
    “We need to make something clear” Van spoke.
    “You will not be paying for anything” Owen
    “When you are out with us” Van Hummed
    “Do we make ourselves clear?” Owen growled

I squeaked a yes, cause that was more than this girl could handle. Kissing my cheeks, they returned to the menu. So glad I choose normal underwear. Thankful when the waiter showed up, I ordered three rolls and a seaweed salad. Owen and Van ordered something I new to be huge, as I’d seen it before. Were they really that damn hungry.

    “You two need to drink more water” As I sipped mine, trying to regain the power card. Nodding they didn’t give me any shit, which I was mentally bowing a thanks to the gods for. Being a woman means you need to pick your battles, the twins have been use to getting their way. Maybe to long, however I did pay for the spa so I still got one on them. But like I was ever going to tell them that, it would end with me tied to their rod iron bed. Though that doesn’t sound half bad…wow I need to focus.

Food arrived, taking away a large portion of table space. Seriously where are they going to put all that. Popping the chop stick apart, I started with my salad. I don’t really know why they were looking at me like that, but I ignored it eating my food. To hungry to really care about my manors, groaning as I pushed a whole piece of rolled sushi into my mouth. A pair of hands gripped my thighs, as I eyed the brothers.

Okay maybe groaning wasn’t sure a good idea, now that I see dark eyes and licking lips. Gees is there anything these two don’t find sexy? Keeping my sounds to myself, I finished eating feeling fat. Defiantly need a good run tonight, last thing I need is to gain a few pounds. Drinking the rest of my water, to have it refilled by a woman passing through. Not having to go back to the gym was a blessing, along with not having to work at the shop either.

I had taken a few days off from tattooing, so I could go to the fight. It was going to be a long day tomorrow, between the driving and the setting up. I had a total of four fighters, the twins and two of my older guys. The older guys fought early afternoon, while the twins would fight at night. This is where all the wild ones would come out, and part of the reason my father wasn’t thrilling with me going.

I knew why he was worried, tones of men and no over protective family to watch over me. Not that I needed their damn protection, I had dated some men before. So I had a pretty good idea, just how nasty some of these boys could and would get. Being classified as a card girl, wasn’t something my brothers liked about me. I fit the part way to well, as the tattoos gave me a more bad girl look.

As the check was laid on the table, Van pushed a gold card handing it right back to the woman. Well so much for me paying, keeping my smile to myself. I kind of liked being treated to lunch, it was new for me. Sliding out of the booth, Van helped me up as Owen grabbed my ass. I nearly jumped on Van, sending Owen a glare making him smirk. Dirty men.

I was hoping and praying they would drop me off at my house, I had a ton of things to do before we left tomorrow. Happily they did, but followed me upstairs. Figuring they were just killing time, I didn’t say anything about it. My brain was going over tones of things at the same time, causing my head to hurt. Grabbing a bottle of water, twisting the cap off trying to calm myself down. Back on the couch, they turned the tv on.

“Aren’t you guys tired?” Wait that sounding like an invite…shit. Their faces lit up, as I waved my hands.
    “I meant aren’t you going home?” It was like I shot them, frowning they shook their heads.
    “You can’t stay here” Huffing with another gulp of water.
    “Why not?” Van pouted.
    “Because I need to pack, and go over all the things we need. Plus I would like to get some sleep, I’m still tried from yesterdays double.”

    “We wont do anything” He replies, looking to innocent for his own good.
    “Wouldn’t you two rather sleep in your own bed?” Hell I’d to of loved to sleep in their bed, it was ten times more comfortable then mine was. Plus the size wasn’t all that horrible.
    “Were not leaving” Still looking at the tv, Owen refuses to look my way.
    “You two need to pack, were leaving early tomorrow.” Tossing the empty bottle to the trash.
    “Then well go home, pack, and come back.” Van offers.

Oh for pete sake…..

    “Seriously?” folding my arms.
    “Yes” Nodding says Owen, this time looking at me. Tired of arguing an obviously a loosing battle I give in.
    “Fine, go. Go pack and come back” Pointing at the door. Grinning all charm, they get up turning the tv off kissing me before leaving.
    “Lock your door” Van purrs, giving me a wink.
    “Yes sir” Shaking my head.

Locking my door as they head down, a smile plays. Their just to much, they use to hate me now I can’t get them to go away. Laughing I head for my room, grabbing three duffle bags, its my job to make sure we have extras of everything. Just incase we loose, break or destroy something we have. Packing the twins bags first, as I need to make sure I have plenty of wraps, mouth guards, water bottles, towels, aspirin, bandages and a few other medical supplies.

Each fighter has to have their own bag, it’s a safety thing along with being courteous It shows your fighter, you care enough to look out for them. While still being prepared for the worst, my two other fighters already have repacked bags at the gym. Since their fights aren’t nearly as vicious as the twins will be, their bags don’t need as much. My cell rings, pulling me out of my train of thoughts.

    “Hello” After flipping it open.

    “Riae dear”
    “Hello mother” Sighing, she’s going to flip shit I haven’t called her in a while.
    “Why haven’t you called me?” I can see her hands on her hips.
    “Been working a lot of hours mom” Zipping a bag up.
    “Your father better not be over doing it with you” Huffing at my father.
    “No mom, dad is being very nice to me” Rolling my eyes. I swear I feel like I’m talking to a child sometimes.

    “Well good.” She pauses, which means she called for a reason.
    “What is it mother?” Dropping my butt on my bed.   
    “Have you talked to Craig yet?”
    “No mother I haven’t had the chance”
    “Well he’s very upset. You should call him.”
    “Yes mother” Dragging my hand through my hair. Pulling off my heels, I let her talk more.
    “He’s your brother. And loves you.”
    “I know” Dropping the slacks, hanging them back up. Putting my heels back into the closet.

“I’m worried about you, you sound tired. Have you been sleeping alright?” Her worried voice, is touching but not needed.
    “I am sleeping fine” Grabbing my sweat pants, as I shift out of the shirt hanging it up as well.
    “Are you sure?” Grabbing my tank.
    “Yes I am sure.” A knock on my door, has me padding my way to the door. Twins and two bags stand in my doorway, placing my finger to my lips I allow them in.
    “Seriously Riae have you been sleeping, do I need to call your father?” Locking the door, I huff making the twins turn around.

    “No mom. Calling dad will not add to my sleep time, it would only prove to piss him off. And give me an even large headache then your already giving me.” Leaving their bags next to the couch they follow me to the bedroom, watching as I open draws.
    “I’m your mother aren’t I allowed to worry about my only daughter. She is after all the only daughter I will ever have” Hanging my head, I laugh silently.
    “Mother I am truly sorry you had to pop out five boys before little ole me. But I was not the one who spread my legs to daddy”

    “RIAE LEAH BUTLER” She gasps. Chuckling I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth.
    “Mother it’s the truth, don’t play the virgin. I’ve heard your dirty little stories, remember?” Twins raise brows, watching me closely.
    “That’s not the point. I am older then you. And what I did or didn’t do isn’t up for debate.” Ohh this is rich.
    “What’s your point mother?”
    “Your brothers seem to think your getting involved, with two very un-gentlemen like boys. Is this true?” My eyes look at the twins, who have moved to the bed. Making themselves comfortable, hands laced behind their heads.