Page 110 of Greased

Fuck.

Ijump as the hand lands on my shoulder. I should have known not to turn my back on an empty hallway, but like the dumb girl in a horror movie, I did. Now the villain is right behind us and has both Pike and I are completely at his mercy. We are fucked.

I move the gun Pike handed me in between my legs praying that I can keep it wedged between my thighs.

I don’t let myself focus on the way the gun rubs against my already worked up core. These assholes better have a good excuse for their interruption. Lady blue balls certainly weren’t what I had in mind when Pike pulled me down that empty hallway.

A lump sits in my throat as I take in the scene around me. I spot Dawson and Nicky protecting two of the girls who are holding each other and weeping quietly. I see the fear in their eyes and anger boils inside of me. Knowing bits of what some of these girls have been through has me gritting my teeth.

They were promised freedom when we saved them. Protection. Not this chicken shit bullshit.

I stumble as we are brought to the centre of the stand off.

I lock eyes with Dad.

He’s putting a damn good bravado of being cool, calm and collected but his eyes betray him.

I give him a slight nod to let him know that I’m okay, even if there is a small part of me that is freaking out. What I’ve learnt these past weeks in my training goes through my head like a rerun.

Locate your exits.Done.

Does the enemy have weapons?Yes. A fuck ton of them based on the ones I can see.

How many of them are there?Six including the Jack Sparrow wannabe that shoves us into position before walking around us and chuckling. He’s really rolling with the pirate core aesthetic, sporting an eye patch over his left eye. It does sweet fuck all to hide the rest of the scaring on his hideous face. All he’s missing is a wooden leg and a parrot on his shoulder. But judging by the limp he has, maybe he does have a wooden leg after all.

I try to hide a snort but fail, gritting my teeth as the five men turn to look at me.

“Got something to say girl?”

I jolt as I take in the man in front of me. I try to keep surprise off my face but I know I fail.

The carbon copy of Dad stands opposite him. My gaze darts between the two men.

There’s no way.

“I can see you see the family resemblance between your President and I,” he chuckles before pausing, holding up a finger, “or should I say your false president. A poser if you will. A man sitting on a stolen throne.”

Dad snorts, “My position has always been mine Clinton, you and I both know that. Father even dismissed your attempts to claim it from me.”

Clinton grunts, “That old bastard always saw something in you. I imagine he would be rolling in his grave if he knew just how far the Thunderbirds have fallen from his time.”

Dad chuckles, “Fallen is certainly an interesting word to describe the current state of my club, Clinton.” A menacing look comes over his face as he tips his head to the side. “We’ve certainly been making things difficult for you haven’t we? Seen a drop in sales recently?”

Clinton clicks his tongue, “You have been pesky that’s for sure, brother. But there are many things even the great Ren Crux still doesn’t know.”

“Oh, do share Clinton. It's not like you to not boast about your crimes,” Dad says, spreading his arms wide, like he’s giving him the floor.

My uncle takes a step forward and I stiffen as each gun trains in on him tighter. He just chuckles seemingly unfazed by it all. Maybe he is. There’s a gleam in his eye. A psychotic one that tells me he doesn’t have a conscience anymore.

“You have a traitor in your club,” Clinton’s smile widens as Dad and the guy’s fathers each stiffen. I feel Pike harden beside me and I will myself not to clutch onto him like I'm desperateto.

Clinton slowly starts to laugh, the sound echoed by his minions that stand behind him.

“That’s exactly how I know that my darling niece wasn’t killed that fateful day.” My spine snaps straight as Pike immediately tries moving me behind his back in an attempt to protect me. I catch Rhodes out of the corner of my eye standing, as he slowly makes his way over to the group. His weapon remains tight on our uncle.

Clinton’s eyes light up as he spots Rhodes, “Ah, nephew. It truly is a family reunion.

“Tell me boy, how do you feel about your once presumed dead sister taking back the role that has been yours these past however many years?”

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