Wench With Wings (6 page)

“Yeah, is it for Trey? Can she no longer handle to be away from me?”

“No, jackass it’s not! I’m sure you’ve heard about being on the list, have you not?” She blatantly avoided talk about Trey, he wondered why or what she was hiding.

“No, I have but what’s it entail?”

“Look here’s the deal; we don’t talk about it but your first text will be more descriptive than your second just follow it and show up and you’ll get the deal after. Okay? It’s as simple as that.” He typed his number into her phone and saved it under Trey’s man and laughed to himself as he held the phone out to her but held onto it as she did so that she wouldn’t go away. “So tell me about Trey, she talked to you about me and I’m very interested in her.”

“Ha, good luck with that buddy!”

“Why? You don’t think I’m someone she would be interested in?”

“No, she’s not interested in anyone at
any time! She’s to motivated on succeeding.”

“Come on, help me out here, I want to ask her on a date. Please.”

“A date? Really? You pretty much disrespected her in her own place than bit her, do you really think she would say yes? You heard her, she thinks you’re a freak.”

“Yeah well, I needed to make a lasting impression and that I’m pretty sure I did.”

“Yeah, I guess you probably did,” she laughed. “Look, I really don’t have any advice for you, I guess just ask what could a rejection hurt. Oh and the text will come an hour before you have to be there so be ready and
don’t
be late. See ya.” She waved with her back already to him.

“See ya.” Ayden really was at a point where he was at a loss. He didn’t really get any information on Trey even from the two closest to her, other than good luck; fat chance. So, what could he do know? ‘Well, I’ll have to just go to the source, see her tonight and be ready for the fight,’ he thought and walked off to his next class that he itched to get out of so he could train than go see her.

Okay, so he was going to be on the list that apparently was unavoidable but she could still keep her distance from him, she would make him. Though sooner or later she would have to fight him but hey, one day at a time right? She would take care of that then, plus she really did just want to beat him; that would make her happy and back in complete control. But apparently he was good so she would have to watch him; that to her just plainly sucked. She wanted him out of her mind and out of sight. Out of sight; out of mind! Right?

Her last class didn’t go as smoothly as the ones in the morning but she still managed to get him to stay away from the front of her mind. She had to occupy herself as much as she could so she got a head start on some homework and studying in the campus library. After she was done she rode back to her house and made dinner for Gwen. They didn’t talk much, Gwen was a women of few words but there was a look in her eye that Trey was worried about. It was a look like she knew something but would not share
yet
until she figured it out. Those looks always got the best of Trey, her final comment always came late. She was an observation than thesis kind of girl. They ready the shop to open, cleaning up a bit than let a couple dopes in. ‘Giving a tat will calm me,’ she thought but then she worried if he would come in. His tat was not done yet but then again she didn’t think any of them were, so she relaxed a bit and went to work.

He ran like she did to her shop and stopped a few paces away to collect himself. He only had a few scrapes this time from the falls but that is not what had his heart fluttering. The thought that he was so close to possibly seeing her had him worried. What if one of the girls he asked today told her he did? ‘Alright, get it together man it’s no big deal,’ he told himself than took a deep breath and walk on in. She did not look up when she said, “Were booked at the moment if you want to come back or wait but it might be a bit.” Her head snapped up at the sound of his voice, “I’ll wait.”

“Oh, no please it will be at least a couple hours, come back later.”

“It’s good, I’ll just sit here and do some drawing.” He sat down at the bar with a view of her and started drawing; a picture of her the way she is at the moment. His eyes first snapped to her hands to see if she had them on the man she was working on and to his relief they were not. Only the gun touched him. ‘Was it just for me than?’ He thought to himself and let himself feel the happiness in the hopeful truth.

The light over her shined down like she was in a spot light giving him the idea to make it look like she was an angel sent for him by the goddess. The man she was working on squirmed like a baby and Ayden could see the joy in her eyes and it had him worried. She liked inflicting pain to him and he could tell that was what she wanted when he sat on that very chair, but that he would never give; not the satisfaction that so brightly shined from her. That’s when the light above dimmed to her glow to him. ‘She is an angel but was she for him? He couldn’t give her that kind of glow but could he give her some. Could his touch, his love mean more to her?’ He was lost with the thoughts as he drew her.

“So babe, wanna go out for a few drinks and see where the night takes us, I do have a nice bed.” The man she was finished giving the tattoo said. Ayden jerked his head toward him and said, “Why don’t you go elsewhere and give the women some respect.” It was almost perfect, Trey demanded respect and he was given an opportunity to show her he would stand up for her respect. He was in his glory with the thought and his confidence in his words proved it. But when she snapped her head towards him he wasn’t so sure it was a good idea, “I can take care of myself, why don’t
you
show me some respect.” Then she turned to the other guy and said, “Listen buddy, I will never see where the night takes me with some jackass like you, so if you don’t mind pay the lady and get the fuck out of my shop and don’t come back until you learn to treat women the way they deserve.” The guy paid Gwen and left than Trey rounded on Ayden, “Who the hell gave you the right to talk to my customers like that? It’s bad for business and like I said I don’t need help especially from some stuck up over confidant piece of shit, so why don’t you walk out and stay away from me and we’ll be good.” This was her chance to make him mad so that he would go away, but he took a step toward her, “I’m sorry, Treasack. I just wanted him to show you the respect you deserve. I did not mean to offend your ability to handle yourself, I know you can, I just figured it would be nice for you not to always have to do so.”

“Well you figured wrong and my name is Trey,
don’t
call me other. And like I said just stay away from me and we’ll be good. I know you're on the list but avoid me as much as you can. Now leave and
do
have a nice night.” She turned her back to him and stalked away pissed, out of his sight. He walked out but waited around the corner he had a feeling she would go for a run and he wanted to watch. Her words did cut but he saw the look in her eyes that told him she was only trying to defend herself by pissing him off. He did something to her that made her want to defend herself with him and also needing to stay away from him. He had no clue what it could be but he needed to know what it was so he could change it.

She was fuming something she hasn’t done since a few guy fights she lost back in high school. She needed a good run to settle her ticked off nerves. She flew out the back door and headed off.

He followed without her notice. When she did a roundabout turn and started heading back in his direction he ducked behind a truck just in time. ‘She was headed back to her shop instead of home,’ he thought. ‘Maybe the run didn’t do her any good.’ He veered off to his road and went home. He was pissed at himself, how could he have not realized that it would make her think he though her weak. It made since he just wished he thought off it before he reacted. His plan was completely off track and he couldn’t fall asleep because of it. How would he make her his if she wanted him to avoid her. Yes, he would give her what she asked but not for long.

The run took her mind off it for a little while but when she stopped it all hit her at once. He wanted other men to respect her, he wanted to stand up for her and make that guy give her respect. No guy has ever done that for her and she yelled at him for it. It was like he was just trying to give her a break, he didn’t really believe that she couldn’t handle herself he just wanted to help. Goddess she was a mess with this guy. ‘She just needed another fight that was all,’ she thought as she finally fell asleep after lying in bed for three hours completely awake debating on what obstacle to take. ‘Would he go away? Did she want him to?’ She knew there was something different about him but was she willing to find out? She threw it all out of her mind, in all honesty the guy just pissed her off and this test was just ridiculous.

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Chapter Four:

The Days Go O
n

‘Life’s good, my life’s good and it will stay that way,’ she thought while brushing her hair. ‘He’ll stay away, my control will be set back to normal mode and life will stay good.’ She smiled and nodded to herself in the mirror than left for school in her car. It’s only a few miles from where she lived but the drive in the morning was needed. She only liked to run at night where less people saw her and the ones that did feared her. Doing what she does when she runs during the day only seemed weird. She arrived at school, went to her classes, lunch with the girls at Tammy’s Tea Shack & Coffee House than went off to meet up with the ones she trains for a well needed training session. The time changed due to school and the new bloods. She could have her shop open at night when most people wanted the tats, it worked out good.

He was miserable when he woke; so much so that he didn’t even bother to get out of bed. ‘How am I supposed to stay away from her when already I just want to go to her?’ He figured he was better off just staying home for the day; so he did. Talk about wallowing in his own pity, it was something he never did. This women was changing him and he didn’t think it was for the better at this point. By noon he questioned himself, “Really? You’re held up in your room pouting over a girl, what are you thinking?” He jumped from bed, got ready, pulled out his books and went to racking his brain. ‘The plan will stay the same, the enhanced plan,’ he thought to himself. He will get smarter, train harder and win her over. This staying away from her will only do him some good. He will prepare until he stopped staying away from her.

It’s a ten minuet run from the college to the city park where they trained even in the winter. Her philosophy was if you could fight with boots and heavy jackets on in the snow then you could fight anytime. It was still summer turning into fall and by the time winter came the new girls would have a hands up on winter. It really did work out well for them. They all waited three minutes past the time to meet then Trey yells, “Let’s run!” She did a few stunts but not in the amount she did at night. She just wanted to give the new girls something of a sight.

The place they trained was next to a pond at the back edge of the city park. It’s surrounded by the most trees and the reason she picked it; less prying eyes. When they arrived she let them all catch their breaths for a minute before she began, “Alright new bloods, I am going to run the
elders
threw some drills for you to watch than you’ll do them after.”

“Elders, really Trey?” Jos piped in.

“Absolutely fitting right?” Trey laughed.

“You’re a riot!” Jos said sarcastically chuckling.

“Just get to it. Woman!” Trey was happy, this was her place for it. New bloods to train, more women to follow her movement and the numbers that joined were greater than she expected; she was completely thrilled. The ‘elders’ ran the drills than the new blood followed with less skill. ‘Most will do well,’ Trey thought. “Jos, Pay, show the new women a good spar.”

“Ah, why me?” Pay wined. “I want to talk.”

“You can gossip in ten minutes, don’t worry information won’t go far.” Jocelyn said while jabbing an elbow to Payton’s ribs, then turned to Trey, “So a full go 'round than?”

“Yea, just don’t hurt each other to bad, we have more to do.” Trey let the girls watch as she put a new blood with an elder to spar after. The left over elders got to spar or run drills together. She picked a new blood who she thought would have the hardest time with fighting and grouped up with her. She would train with all of them just like she had with the elders but she liked to start from the bottom and work her way up. She wanted them all equals. The women fights are the ones that brought in the big bucks. Being equals they gave a better show, matched punch for punch. Most of them always made it to the ten minuet mark and the fight would be called a fair break; pretty much a tie. Everyone would get a percent of their money back instead of having big winners but people bet bigger with the girl fights, there for leaving more money for the fighters and her, plus the pack; she did pay them. A quick knock out didn’t entertain and entertaining and unsure bids is what made the money. Oh and more money-dropping guys showed up to watch two chic’s brawl it out. Well Treys kind of fighting they did.

It wasn’t just boxing or kick boxing not even really street fighting. Nor was it any one kind of martial arts, it was like all in one, whatever worked best for the individual person at the time of a swing; survival instincts. No biting, scratching shit but natural fight instincts. She would see the strengths and weaknesses of each girl and work with them to use the weaknesses to better themselves and tell them to only fall back on their strengths when need be, it made for a better fighter and was good at surprising the opponent.