Page 38 of Blade's Angel

I’m using them to create a family picture of us for my Dad. He may never be able to have photos of us together growing up, but I have the talent to make something to replace them, and I’m determined to do so. My Dad loves his kids. He deserves to have pictures of us together.

I get lost in my art for a while, just managing to finish the outline of both my brothers sitting on the sofa, side by side, when I hear a feminine cough above me. Looking up, I see a group of women standing in front of me, and from their attire, they can only be one thing. Club bunnies. They’re dressed in super short shirts, that I’m pretty sure show everything if they bend over, tops that are so tight they have got to be uncomfortable, and sky high heels, that I’m sure if I tried to walk in them, I’d kill myself.

Everyone is entitled to dress however they want; don’t get me wrong. But, fucking hell, it’s like they have zero respect for themselves. It’s clear as day that they use their bodies to get what they want around here. I can certainly see how my mother was one of these back in the day. She’d have been in her fucking element, dressing this way and using her body to get what she wanted. Hell, she still did that a lot of the time while I was growing up.

Looking up from their bodies towards their faces, I have to hold back a laugh at how much make-up they have plastered on their faces. They must need a trowel to remove it all at the end of the day. This is my first encounter with the bunnies. How the fuck have I been here this long and yet to deal with them? Huh, I must have just gotten lucky, but my luck's definitely run out now.

“Can I help you?” I ask in an amicable tone.

“Yeah, you can tell us who the hell you are.” The one who stood at the front of the group asks me, clearly irritated by my presence.

“Sera, and you are?” I may be playing it up a little by being overly polite, but I can't seem to help myself; this could turn out to be fun for me.

“I'm Candice; behind me are Whitney, Lindsey, and Lisa. Why the hell are you here?” She was doing so well introducing them all, and then she just had to try and be bitchy, didn't she?

"Well, I live here.” Straight to the point, that should work. Clearly, I was overestimating these women.

"No, you don't; we'd know if there was a new bunny.” Candice bitches at me.

Oh, poor deluded girl. It's time for me to put her in her place. I stand, place both hands on the table, and lean towards her.

“I never said I was a bunny, did I? I said I live here. Now turn around and leave before you cause a situation you can't get out of.”

I'm trying really hard here, but I'm ready to tear into these women. Do I remotely even look like a goddamn bunny? I'm dressed in a hoodie I stole from Blade, which has the MC logo on the back, paired with a pair of skinny jeans and fucking sneakers. Come on, it couldn't be clearer that I'm not a bunny.

“What the fuck are you going to do? I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but we won't stand for some unknown bitch coming in here lying about living here. You're probably just here to steal our men.”

I can't help it. I burst out in over-the-top laughter, drawing the attention of all the members I can see entering the room. I can see worried looks on the faces of some of the guys. These women might not know who I am, but every man entering the room does, and they're waiting to see what I'll do. Most have seen me take down a man a lot larger than myself. They know these women pose no threat. On the other hand, I pose a massive threat to their health. If they don’t watch themselves, I won’t hold myself back; I’ll only stand for so much before I snap.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?” Candice shouts. I'm getting the impression she's the leader of their little band of whores, with her being the one who's done all the talking.

Taking a deep breath, I try to control my laughter so I can talk. It’s not as easy as it sounds. I’m highly amused at the shit coming out of Candice's mouth.

"Sorry, but I couldn't help it. They aren't your men, you poor delusional fools. You are a fucking convenient hole they use when they can't be bothered to go out and find a woman for the night. How can you honestly stand there and act like you mean anything more than that to any man in this club? And for your information, I'm not lying about living here. Go ahead, ask any man in this room right now.”

All the women look around and see we are no longer alone and everyone's full attention, which causes them all to fucking preen. What the hell? They are fucking ridiculous.

“Joker, does she live here?” Candice asks with a super sweet tone, which can't be anything other than fake.

“Yep.” That's all he says back to her, not giving her any more information. I think he's enjoying the show. I can see the twinkle in his eye. Yeah, he's waiting for me to utterly annihilate them. I haven't spent much time with Joker, but from the few conversations I have had with him, I can see why he has the road name Joker. He’s forever making jokes or messing around.

"See, I told you I wasn't lying.” I say with a massive smile on my face.

“That makes no sense; why would you be living here if you're not a bunny?” One of the other women who isn't Candice says quietly.

"Oh, that's easy; you should have just asked that to start with. My brother's and boyfriend are members here.” Okay, yeah, I may be enjoying giving them just enough information to hang themselves with without giving them anything real.

“WHAT!” Candice screeches. I can't help but wince; that hurt my fucking ears.

“What? I've just told you how I can live here and not be a bunny like you all. So what's the problem now?” I can't help but sigh. I'm getting annoyed now.

“Who the fuck have you stolen, you fucking bitch?” She goes to grab my arm, but I'm quicker, moving back, standing to my full height, and letting my anger free.

I make sure the table isn't between us anymore, just in case I need to act. She shouldn't have tried to grab me. I didn't get physical with her, so there is no need for her to get physical with me. Even if we all know I can end her without breaking a sweat.

"No, you fucking listen and listen fucking carefully to every word I'm about to say because I'm not going to repeat it twice. I didn't steal my boyfriend from any of you. He was single when we met. None of these men are YOURS! None of you are in relationships with any of them. Stop trying to stake a claim on them; it's never going to fucking work. Oh, and don't try to grab me again; you won't like what happens.” How I manage not to shout every word I say, I will never know, but I manage to talk at a normal volume, letting them all hear the anger in my voice.

“I don't know who your boyfriend is, but he obviously isn't planning on keeping you around; if he were, you'd be wearing a property of kutte. Whoever you are currently with will be back in our beds before you know it.”

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