Lacey's POV
I had followed him out of the room against my better judgement. I can't explain why I did it but Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome just seems to draw my attention.
No, he doesn't draw it. He demands it.
He had gone down the hall a bit and into a room, that much I saw from the bedroom doorway I was stood in, but after Holly came out I couldn't see or hear anything more. Holly did see me standing there but she just winked at me and walked away.
What a strange person.
Anyway, after a few minutes of staying in the safety of the doorway and straining my ears to catch even a smidge of a noise from the room I slowly made my way over to the other door.
The door was tall and solid oak, a deep disappointment to me, but the walls weren't quite as thick. Especially on a certain part that had been redone once upon a time and was just drywall instead of sheet rock and whatever might have used to be in there.
For once my summers with Uncle Clegg didn't seem so useless. Now I can listen in on Mike. Thank you, Uncle.
"It's awesome, huh," I heard a voice say on the other side of the door.
What are they talking about, I thought. A growl erupted from inside the room, making me jump back.
"-can't be bothered with this right now. Not with Dad injured and the pack in pieces."
"You can't just decide when it's most opportune."
"I have to be able to have a clear head for the pack and she's making that extremely difficult."
"I knew you wouldn't take this seriously. What are you going to do about it?"
I stumbled backwards, realizing that I was the "it". What will he do about me? I turned around to run back to the bedroom but I moved too quickly and found myself tripping on the hallway rug and falling backwards.
An "ow" left my lips when my back came in contact with the floor. I was barely there for half a second when the door flew open and Mike came out.
"Lacey, what the hell are you doing?"
He came over to me and knelt next to me. I sat up and looked at my elbow. I had scraped it. His eyes got wide when he saw me examine my elbow and he took it from me to check it out.
"You hurt yourself," he whispered, looking back at me with those dark blue eyes.
"It's nothing. It'll be gone in no time."
"Why were you even out here," he asked me in a louder voice, you could visibly see him getting worked up," I left you in your room."
"I-I," my eyes flew to Kian, looking for an answer. He stepped forward.
"She's just a curious little pup. Can't blame her for wondering, can you?"
He looked between the two of us before grumbling and grabbing my forearm," Come on."
Mike hoisted me up but didn't let go. I tried to pull away as the words he said in the room replayed in my head. He can't be bothered with me. I'm making things extremely difficult. They have to do something about me. Simple as that.
He didn't seem too pleased about releasing me from his arms but at the moment I really couldn't care less.
"I want to go home," I whispered, staring at my shoes.
"Sorry, pup, you can-"
He cut himself off after Mike gave him a look. I raised my eyebrow at the pair of brothers.
"When can I go home?"
"You can't," Mike replied this time.
"The hell I can't," I told him before turning around and walking down the hall with full intent of going out the door. Mike groaned somewhere behind me but I was already halfway down the steps.
Catherine and Zoey were sitting in the living room, it almost looked like Catherine was teaching Zoey how to sew or something from the needles and threads and clothes. I grabbed Zoey's arm and started to pull her gently out the door with me.
"Where are we going?"
"To my father's bakery."
"Michael!" Hurry up," Catherine shouted to her son. I slammed the door shut behind me and began to walk faster, not turning to look at who was chasing after me because I already knew.
A warm hand wrapped around my waist and yanked me back before I had released how close he was. I kicked back at him but he hoisted me up higher so I resorted to screaming.
Loudly.
"Help! Help! Kidnapper!! Help me!"
"Shut up, would you? No one's going to 'save' you, not that you even need saving," Mike told me in a very moderate tone.
Asshole.
"Let me down! Help!!!"
He went back up to the door with Zoey walking just a few steps behind us as quietly as if we were walking back from church on a Sunday evening. When we got back in the house Mike- not so gently- dropped me onto the couch. I sat up and glared at him.
"What was that for?"
Mike ran his hands roughly over his face before looking at me and saying in a loud voice-
"Why did you try to leave?"
"Why are you yelling at me," I shouted back at him, standing up from the couch to face him.
"Because this is my pack and you tried to leave it!"
"I can go where ever the hell I want whenever the hell I want."
"No, you can't."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my mate! I need you here."
"Funny," I laughed sardonically at his statement," Because that's not what you just told your brother."
His eyes went wide at my statement and my hand flew up to my mouth.
Shit.
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