I'd risen from the ashes of it and built myself up into someone feared and respected throughout the whole of Alestria and the rest of Solaria beyond.
Fear knew my name and whispered it on the breeze. I wasn't going to become the toy of some pathetic little worm like him.
"Speak to me like that again and I may find my tongue loosening at an inopportune moment," Gustard said in a sly voice that had Sonny growling as he reluctantly lowered himself into the chair at my side.
“Just say the word and I’ll fold this motherfucker up like a pretzel and stick a cocktail stick up his ass for good measure,” Sonny offered and I didn’t bother to hide my amusement as the rest of my Wolves all tittered around me, making Gustard’s eyes flash with rage.
I took my time swirling my spoon through my oatmeal before lifting it to my lips and taking a huge bite of it. I moaned loudly and obnoxiously, making Gustard wait as I finished off the bowl and then very slowly rose to my feet.
"Walk with me then, stronzo, let's hear what you've got to say," I said, sounding more than a little uninterested as Gustard's eyes narrowed and Esme fastened the top buttons of her jumpsuit like she was trying to defend her tits from him. Good on her, those tits were too fabulous for the likes of him.
I headed for the door without waiting to see if Gustard was following and strode out into the corridor before he fell into step beside me.
"I won't tolerate your attitude with me in public like that again," he snarled as we started walking towards the mail collection point where there weren't many inmates lurking around seeing as it wasn’t currently open.
"Well, I won't simper like a little bitch for you, stronzo, so try intimidating someone weaker next time. It would look strange as fuck to my pack if I did and I'm not raising suspicions for anyone. Besides, I'll never bow to you or be intimidated into doing anything by anyone. I'm Rosalie Oscura, not some bottom feeding bitch ready to drop down and suck your cock just so that you won't hurt me. Find some other way to get yourself off."
Gustard chuckled like I amused him and then leaned close as if we were two besties sharing a secret. "I wouldn't want your filthy runt mouth anywhere near my cock, you jumped up little street whore. If I wanted to get myself off over you, I'd find myself a sun steel blade and strap you to a table while I finished the job of carving you up like your daddy started." His hand brushed my side where my scars lay beneath my jumpsuit and I whirled on him, my hand snapping closed around his throat as I threw my weight into him and slammed him up against the wall.
Gustard bared his teeth at me in the mockery of a smile and dropped his voice so that there was no chance of his words carrying despite the fact that we were alone here.
"I'm bringing someone else with us when we leave this place," he said, not seeming to care as I crushed his windpipe harder and snarled at him with death promised in my eyes.
"Over my dead body," I growled. "You don't call the shots around here, stronzo. And if you seriously think you can tell me what to do then you must be fucking deluded."
"Please, papa," he said in a pathetic little voice which I knew was a mockery of me. "Not the den. It's snowing and I'm so cold, please don't throw me out there."
I flinched the smallest amount as he threw that memory in my face and it was clearly the opening he'd been waiting for as he thrust his hand between us and something slammed into my stomach with a punch of pain so deep that a scream of agony escaped me.
I shoved myself back away from him and he twisted the weapon in his hand, ripping it sideways before wrenching it free and blood poured from the wound in a flood.
I clamped my hands against it, stumbling further away from him as I fought against the agony in my body and way too much blood tried to escape the confines of my flesh.
Gustard watched me with a deep and potent heat in his gaze, licking his bottom lip slowly as I snarled at him in fury, keeping one eye on the