Wench With Wings (28 page)

“You don’t know shit about any of it.”

“Maybe not, but I do know you’re strong and caring and determined. You’re a leader, a
great leader,
Trey. You’ve showed so many girls how to stand on their own, to demand respect. You’re amazing and smart and your wit and smile makes me the happiest
I’ve
ever known. You’re a sensational artist, a kick ass fighter…” She cut him off at that.

“That’s just it, a fighter. I’m sick of being a fucking fighter.
That
is what has always controlled my life, not me. Just get out and don’t come back, I don’t want this anymore. None of it. I’m done. Leave.”

“Being a fighter let
you
control your life. That’s what gives you strength. It doesn’t control you, it helps you, just like I want to.”

“Just leave, I don’t want to hear any of this.” She was throwing him away again. No matter what he just told her, she didn’t care, she just wanted him gone. His heart was completely and utterly done, it couldn’t take another time of her throwing him away. He couldn’t do it again, he was done, broken, unable to ever be fixed by her again. She wouldn’t be able to play with him anymore. He couldn’t let her.

“If I walk out that door I
can’t
come back, Trey. I
can’t
take another time of you throwing me away. Don’t throw me out, Trey.” He lowered his voice and begged, “Please, Trey. Don’t throw me away.” She turned her back to him and he watched her take in a gulp of air. He didn’t know what to think; was it pain of letting him go or was it defeat of letting him in? He held his breath waiting for her to make her choice; the choice that would break his heart or make him the happiest he ever would be.

“Go,” she whispered. She chose to break his heart. He couldn’t move. He really didn’t think that she would, but she did. He wanted to go up behind her and pull her close just to tell her he loved her one last time, but he couldn’t; she broke that. She broke his
damn heart and turned it black, he grasped the concept of that and walked out.

She had a choice; she could keep on being a heartless bitch and finish off the semester and leave like she has planned to do or she could sit there and think about what Ayden said and change her plans. She didn’t want to do either, she didn’t want to think about either of them. She made him leave and that was the end of it and she knew it, so she slammed back a few more shots and passed out drunk and sulking in the darkness she demanded.

He couldn’t think, he didn’t want to think. He stalked to the bar and lost himself in the crowd getting drunk and walking home without any thought as to what he was doing or what just happened. The next morning he didn’t bother to leave his room, he couldn’t breathe. Neither could she. She went down to see if he would show up for his tat, but he didn’t. She went back to her room. She didn’t bother to think why she even did it, other than it being habit. They both drank their selves to sleep. The next day was the same; them locking their selves away. Until the text came in for a fight in an hour.

He saw his number and cringed. He didn’t want to go, he knew it would be a bad thing. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He was glad it was a guy he would be fighting, but he still didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to see Trey. ‘Maybe she won’t go,’ he thought then looked back at the text to finish reading it to see who else was fighting. Her number was on there and it fueled more than just anger. Jealousy took a bite at him and he jumped, like death was his only choice. ‘Hell no.’ He was not going to let her take some other guy home.

His walk over with Dane was in silence. He didn’t trust himself to speak, he didn’t want to because he knew if he did he would flip and it wasn’t Danes fault he fell in love with someone that had the power to make him crazy, had the power to complete his life; Give him his death. He didn’t bother to look around when they got there. He didn’t want to search her out and if he looked up he knew that she would be what he would look for, so he kept his head hung low. His name was called, but it wasn’t Trey that spoke. It put him at ease thinking maybe she didn’t show, but as he stepped out into the ring his mind was searching where she could be.

He wasn’t concentrating, he didn’t bother to look at his opponent and he didn’t see the first strike come at him. The guy knocked him back and he stumbled. He tried to shake it off, but it was too late the other guy was already on top of him. He fought to get out of the clutches, but it was a struggle. He hasn’t been training or running or thinking for that matter. A picture of Trey’s father flashed in his eyes at that thought and it was over from there, he almost blacked out. He flipped the guy over and smashed his fist into the guys face then heard the word that shocked and scattered everyone around. “Cops,” many yelled. He jumped up, but was too late to run. The tall guy with a badge and a gun grabbed him and slapped the cuffs on. “Fuck,” he spit out, but it wasn’t because he just got busted fighting. He searched the left over crowd for Trey and cursed himself for not looking for her before he started the fight. He wished at that moment he knew exactly where she was. Yeah, he was worried, he’d have one hell of a charge, but if the cops figured this out Trey was truly in a world of shit.

“Calm down,” The cop bit off. Then went through the spiel, “Your under arrest for… bla bla bla,” is all he really heard as he was pushed to the cop car and shoved in the back. He looked around, he searched, but didn’t find what he was looking for; Trey.

There was cops everywhere, at least ten cop cars so he knew someone must have tipped them off. It wasn’t just some routine drive by and they spotted a fight, it was a clean bust. He was shaking, he knew what it all meant. Trey would be doing some serious time if they found out about her and the girls. One thing eased his mind a bit, but he felt bad thinking it. She wouldn’t be going home with the guy she was scheduled to fight. He shook his head in disgust as he thought it than dropped his forehead to the seat in front of him and took in a well needed breath.

They arrived at the station and he was lead into a small room to be questioned. They searched him only finding his wallet on him than un-cuffed him. The officer took out his Id from his wallet and addressed him. “Ayden James.” He smiled for a minute thinking about how it was his name now, he changed it for Trey, but never told her he did so. ‘I’ll have to, maybe that will make a difference,’ he thought before he got interrupted. “I asked you a question, son. Answer it. Who organizes the fights?” It was a question that had him shaking slightly, but he corrected it quick, he could let any nervousness slip.

“What are you talking about? That guy hit me out of nowhere, he thought I was with his girl the other night, so I defended myself.”

“Don’t be smart with me, son. We know that they are organized fights and if you don’t tell me who organizes them, I’m not going to take it easy on you.”

“I don’t care if you don’t take it easy on me or not. I know what happened, you don’t. The truth will come out. I was defending myself. So if you’re done, I’d like to have my call so I can get in touch with a lawyer.”

“Lawyering up already. Only the guilty does that.”

“I know the deal with you guys and I don’t feel like playing your stupid games. So just get me a phone. I said all that happened and that’s the end of my talking.” The officer shook his head and walked out. Ayden knew that he was going to do a back ground check and he also knew that it wasn’t the first assault charge he had. It wasn’t good and he knew it, he’s had to many and only hope the other guy did too. He really needed to get out of this or it just might be jail time for him. Repeat offenders never got off with the same charge.

He just wanted a phone so he could get bailed out and go check on Trey. Yea, they asked who was the one in charge, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have her. He was practically crawling out of his own skin with worry and he didn’t like that feeling one bit. He didn’t want to worry about her, he didn’t want to love her anymore. She threw him away, she was done with him and he just wanted to be done with his heart break.

An hour went by with him pacing and pissed off at the thought of it all. He lost Trey, his job was at stake, his grades were slipping and so was his strength. On top of that he just got busted for fighting,
again
. His future was officially uncertain. Instead of being the guy he wanted to be, he might just end up being the guy everyone thought he was going to be. Jail time meant; no way to make money, no way to finish college, no way to be successful and no way to
not
wind up being a dirt bag. He dropped his head to the table, slamming it down good and in utter defeat.

He let his heart get in the way of what he really wanted to be and now his success was a mess and his future was at stake.

The cop walked back in. “I see you finally gave up, so tell me; who organizes the fights?” He didn’t bother to look up or answer. What the guy said at least gave him one thing; they still haven’t caught onto Trey, but it didn’t mean that she wasn’t there in the station somewhere or that one of the people that got busted wouldn’t throw her name in. He would beat anyone that did. That thought got to him. He didn’t want it, he didn’t want to feel this way with her. “I asked you a question, boy. Answer it.”

“My phone call,” was all he bothered to say. He knew he didn’t have to answer anything without a lawyer present and they couldn’t do nothing about it.

“You might want to rethink that, son. The guy you were fighting has already agreed to give us a statement as to who organizes the fights and if you don’t cooperate, you will be charged with assault in the first degree not the third like you have been in the past. And you know what that means.
Jail time.
Do you really want to serve time for protecting the guy that organizes the fights? Just tell us who he is and we will only give you assault in the third degree. You won’t do jail time. Be smart and just cooperate, son. It’s for the best, you can finish college and make something of yourself instead of being a felon.”

Ayden didn’t even bother to comment. He smirked about the fact that they thought it was a guy that organized the fights. It told him two things; one, Trey was amazing and two, the other guy wasn’t signing shit. If he was signing a statement against Trey then the cop would know that it was no guy that organized it, it was an amazing women. The thought broke his heart a little more. He wanted Trey to be his, but at the moment he realized she never would be. He would have to give up on her and the fantasy that would come with her loving him back. ‘Maybe I should cooperate than I would at least have my success. She was never in my plan anyway,’ he thought with the realization that just hit him.

“Shit, fuck,” Trey cursed. Gwen grabbed her hand.

“Trey, come on we gotta go.”

“No, it’s my fault. Go.”

“Trey.”

“Damn it, Gwen. Go.” She pushed her a little to get her to move. Trey knew what she was doing. She had to find out what the cops knew. She had to show the ones that got busted her face so they wouldn’t rat her out. She instilled fear in these people and they needed the reminder of what she was capable of. She had to be smart, play this smart or all of it would go to hell. She stood there acting like she was shocked and some dumb blond until an officer came over and cuffed her. She let everyone around see what she was doing. That she would not bail and hide; that she would not be scared and that they should be. She let the confidence radiate from her while looking everyone she could in the eyes so that they would see it as the cop walked her to the back of the car and shoved her in. The ones that she did catch their eyes understood not to talk because if they did there would be a price to pay. She let that confidence roll off of her in sonic waves reminding them as the officer led her through the precinct. There was a good dozen or so in the same room with her, but no Ayden and no Brett, the other guy that was in the fight. One by one they took them into questioning and she made sure that she looked into the eyes of every one of them to get the point across not to talk. She made herself as close to the last up as she could without looking obvious. Another reason she had to let them bring her in; she would remember every one of the people that got busted and she would be able to figure out who was the one that ratted her out if one did.

She waited for her turn pissed off, knowing this was completely her fault. She was supposed to set up the security that searched for the cops tonight and she let it slip her mind because she was so messed up. No one was there to watch for them and it was completely her fault. Her mess up. Her fuck up. Stuck with that and thinking on how she would get as much information from the cops as she could had her brain on overdrive.

She had to know what they knew. There was too many cops that surrounded the place for them not to have had some kind of tip; some stupid snitch. Someone said something. It pissed her off more, but she was determined to find out, she had no other choice. Whoever it was could be putting her in the slammer for a good long while. It was almost her turn and she knew she had to prepare to go into the worst mode of all; acting ditsy sweet mode. ‘Yuk,’ she thought. She liked fight mode, entertaining mode, but this, she was just at her wits end with it.

She was up, but she didn’t walk out with the cop until she made sure she looked everyone left in the room in the eyes. She knew they all understood and it made her take the well needed breath to slip into the annoying mode. “Name?” The short cubby cop asked. She wanted to laugh, this guy would defiantly fall for her act.