got to exercise outside. I doubted it. But, I needed to exercise. I hated it if I went even a few days without working up a decent sweat. The hall was full of males with an abundance of testosterone. They had to train somewhere other than that one training hall. I tilted my head and studied some of the males. I suppose I could just get laid, it might get rid of some of my tension… I sighed and dismissed the idea. I liked sex as much as the next girl, but I also liked a bit of privacy when I played, and there was no chance of that here. Besides after seeing Connor again, none of these males did it for me.
I’d go and find some space in gen pop and do some running and push ups or something. I sauntered back down the corridor, pushing by groups of people who were making their way from one area to another. Corridors with metal doors headed off at intervals. The guards wandered around on their platforms above, or leaned on the rails, their weapons loose in their hands. I heard Shannon’s voice before I saw her. She was pressed up against the wall of the laundry corridor with an arm against her throat. I wrinkled my nose, the heat and smell of cleaning detergent was overpowering.
I slowed. I had no love for Shannon, she’d always been a bitch, but I did have issues with the way males in this place took a female as if she were nothing; like she didn’t count or matter.
I tipped my head back and looked at the ceiling, deciding.
“Hey, bitch, move on. This ain’t your business,” said a male voice with a heavy east London accent. “Unless you wanna join in?”
I slammed my hands on my hips, shook my head slightly and grimaced. Here we go.
He moved closer. I kept one eye on him, but watched the surfer dude. He leaned closer to Shannon and licked up the side of her face as his other hand grabbed her breast. She screeched, anger clear in her eyes as she tried to cringe away. Her face fell as her predicament became clear. She was pinned and no one gave a shit what happened to her.
I smiled inwardly, the East End guy had taken my bait. To make it more realistic, I curled my shoulders down. A submissive posture would incite his interest even more. The guy next to him looked my way and grinned, his eyes lighting up. They saw me as another toy. I put my hands up and shook my head again. “No, please. I don’t...It’s none of my business...Please…I just want to go…”
“Oh, no, honey, don’t run away.” The second guy moved behind me. “You get to play, too—or rather we do.” He ran a finger down my bare shoulder and arm.
I made myself tremble. A growl rippled through one of them, his body shaking, the bulge in the front of his jeans obvious. I hid my snarl and allowed East End to step in front of me. I shifted my weight and angled my position slightly to keep Shannon in view. As if feeling my attention, she lifted her gaze. Her eyes narrowed and met mine even as the north wing alpha grabbed the button of her jeans.
I nodded a little. She smirked, a little colour coming back into her cheeks as she realised she wasn’t going to suffer a gang rape without some kind of fight.
The male behind me grabbed my wrist, pulling hard to spin me into his grasp.
I went with the movement—and slammed my fist into the side of his temple. His grip fell away. I kept spinning and swung my leg in a back kick. My boot heel slammed into the jaw of East End and he toppled backwards.
When I faced Shannon again she’d managed to reduce the north alpha to his knees and was fighting the other male. My first attacker regained his balance, so I kicked him square in the chest and followed up with a barrage of punches until he lay unconscious. I was grabbed from behind by my hair and thrown across the floor. My head bounced on the concrete floor. Pain slammed through my skull, but I rolled and got to my feet, already blocking the next attack. The north alpha’s fist slammed into Shannon's stomach, and she hit the deck. He stalked up to her and yanked her to her feet by her