Page 103 of Greased

“Yuck, get a fucking room you two,” Rhodes says, knocking Pike out of my hold who glares daggers at him. “I don’t feel like seeing my sister being mauled by one of her boyfriends this early in the morning.” He grunts as he turns to look at me.

“Please keep that in mind when you have one of your followers with their tongue down your throat,” I say, aiming him with a knowing smirk.

Jethro and Wyatt both laugh as Wyatt swings an arm around Rhodes’ neck, “She does have a point bro.”

Rhodes snorts, “Don’t deny it, you love it.”

I see the panic in Wyatt’s eyes as he turns to me, pleading with me.

“You are both disgusting,” I groan, banging my hip into my brothers.

I grunt as I nearly fall off my bike. I knew Rhodes was going to be a tough teacher but he really put me through my paces this afternoon.

I grip my aching calves as I hear laughter from behind me.

“Fuck you, Rhodes.”

“I told you I wasn’t going to take it easy on you.” He reminds me and I groan, feeling the bruises that are slowly starting to form on my body from his beat down.

“And I appreciate that but damn, you could have eased up a little bit.”

Rhodes comes up beside me, allowing me to throw and arm around his shoulder, helping me to limp my way inside.

“The enemy won’t go easy on you, Scar. I know I was brutal but you need to see how it will really be. They won’t care that you're female.”

I sigh,knowing he’s right.

“I know. I’ll be ready for it when the time comes,” I say as we get inside. I drop my arm from his shoulder and brace myself on the wall instead.

“You will be,” Rhodes says with a strange look on his face. It kind of looks like a mixture of worry and something else but in my beat up state, the thought of trying to examine emotions feels way too intense. A headache is already setting in and I don’t need to add to it by overthinking. A sport I am all too familiar with.

I push myself away from the wall, wincing as something in my hip twinges, “If you need me, I will be face down in a bath of epsom salts.”

Rhodes chuckles, “Please don’t drown. I kind of like having you on the right side of living.”

“Maybe next time don’t beat me to a pulp and I won’t be threatened with the grim reaper so soon,“ I snide, earning me a sullen look.

“Not funny, Scarlett,” Rhodes grunts and he turns, storming away to sulk. I chuckle at my joke, but wince as I take a step. What did I say about payback again?

Ifeel like the only reprieve I get for the next month is the measly eight hours sleep a night my body craves.

Training is ruthless. I knew it was going to be. I had mentally prepared for it. But physically? Not one bit. I have aches in places I didn’t know could ache. seem to spot a new bruise each time I get into the shower. Epsom salt baths have become my new best friend.

Sonny offered a relaxation massage which ended in him trying to use his dick as the device which I promptly told him to go fuck himself.

But I force myself through the trainings. Sparring with Rhodes, Dawson, Nicky and Jethro. The latter who has seemed to warm up to me, even if it is only slightly.

Memorising policies, procedures, accounts and a range of businesses that I’m slowly starting to understand.

And slowly becoming more and more confident in weapons.

Wyatt and Dacre have been the most patient teachers. It’s either that they aren’t willing to correct me or it's that they see the potential in me. The fact that it feels like a second nature to me now and that I only really need them when it comes to asking certain questions about calibres and when I can step up to the next size gives me that confidence that maybe it is just me getting that good.

What I didn’t expect was the hours after my training with the guys where Dad would pull me into his office and show me the daily operations and the organisation that goes into setting up the ground teams that go into the rings. Ensuring the running of our more legitimate businesses, something Rafe and Valen run the majority of. There’s also the not so legitimate businesses which Butch runs. Something Dad leaves entirely up to him, only checking in when he needs to. I nod my head taking note of each directive.

I find myself regularly rubbing my temples to relieve aches and popping an obscene amount of pain medication.

All of the club training sees me falling slightly behind in my school work but I can’t find the will to care. It currently feels like attending school is just all for show. Some kind of façade to put on for the civilians in Rydell so they don’t expect anything sinister is going on underneath it all.

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