Isabella’s P.O.V.Entering the house, I took the boys upstairs to get them changed and ready for dinner. Once done with it, I made my way to my room, changing into a pair of t-shirt and leggings; I walked downstairs to the kitchen to prepare Dinner. As I reached the living area, I saw both the girls, already at the kitchen counter cooking something. I approached them and asked, “What are you guys doing here?”
Mia turned to give me a smile and said in a duh tone, “Cooking”. I couldn’t help but smile at their efforts to help me with household chores and continued, “And what are you cooking, if I may ask?” Iris smirked while stirring the pot and said, “No, You may not ask.” Both of my sisters’ were polar opposites of each other but loved me with all their heart and I had no doubt about it. I smacked Iris on her head playfully to which she turned with the ladle in her hand, glaring at me to show she was angry; but I could see through her façade. I raised both my hands up in the air to suggest that I didn’t mean to do it and she turned back towards the pot.
“Come on. Tell me, what are you both cooking?” I asked again. Mia snickered at my impatience and said, “God woman. Aren’t you the most impatient person on this planet?” I glared at her teasingly and replied, “Hey. I’m just worried about my Kitchen. I don’t want you to blow the house up.”
Iris rolled her eyes and said, “We are making Lemon Rice for us and Mashed potatoes with plain rice for the boys.” I felt like a proud elder sister in this exact moment. My sisters’ are all grown up. They knew how to cook a few dishes because Mom taught them, before she passed away and then they continued to learn by seeing me cook. Our Mom was half Indian-half American, so she cooked a lot of Indian dishes and taught us almost all of them. This was one of the major reasons why we could guzzle spicy food down without crying our eyes out. We were raised that way, with a variety of cultures and it made us different from most of the members of our pack.
I was busy looking at my sisters’ when my phone dinged. First I thought that it must be Matt, to inform that the rogue gained his consciousness. But then I remembered, he said he would call me. Slowly making my way towards my phone, I checked who the message was from and it indeed was from the person I didn’t think about since my Music class. The message was short, consisted only a single word.
Macey-Boo: SORRY.
I didn’t reply, simply because I didn’t have it in me to reply. I didn’t know what was he saying sorry for and right now, I had too much going on to actually care about asking him the same. So I just ignored him and left it at read. After a few minutes, it dinged again.
Macey-Boo: I really am SORRY babe. I didn’t mean to be rude earlier; I just had something in my mind which was troubling me.
I was irritated by his messages now; I was about to text and tell him to FUCK OFF, when my phone started ringing and Matt’s name flashed on the screen. I knew what he wanted to say and to concede it by saying that I was excited would be inequitable. I was beyond manic. I slide the screen to answer the most awaited call and heard Matt say, “He is up. Get over here and SOON.” The call disconnected.
I looked at my sisters, informing them to eat their dinner and to feed the triplets as well to put them to bed, before going to bed themselves. They didn’t question me about my whereabouts as they knew I might have some pack work or else I would never miss our family time for anything in this world. I made my way towards the pack house with a devilish smile etched to my face, because I knew exactly what I was going to do to that son of a bitch.
I was going to make him regret the day her was BORN.
Our pack house is huge, but concealed in its own way. If you see it, you’ll notice that it’s just a two storied building, above the ground level. The ground floor consists of mainly a small cozy living area with a semi-circular couch in front of a television, a large kitchen with all the best in class equipments which opened up to have a large dining table at its far end and a large meeting hall at the right next to the living area, to conduct all our important pack meetings. The first floor consists of guestrooms and bedrooms owned by our pack omegas; whereas the second floor consists of large master bedrooms which belonged to us, i.e. Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Warrior head. With still space left for 2 spare bedrooms and 1 large office which belonged to our Alpha. It is like a huge house, not necessarily a mansion, above ground level.
But what made it a mansion was what lied beneath the ground. It expanded double its original size under the earth’s crust. It basically consists of 6 floors underneath. The first two floors are for keeping prisoners, these floors accommodate mainly of Prison cells, Torture room and Operating Room. The third one is our packs Weaponry, consisting of all kinds of weapons like poisoned arrows, tranquilizing darts, machinery guns, bullets laced with Wolfsbane, swords, etc. Each of them designed specially to fight supernatural beings. The fourth floor consists of a Hospital wing for treating pack members in times of war as well as Alpha’s Office which had a wall dedicated to Surveillance footage of the whole territory including each and every room of the pack house. The fifth and Sixth floors are like safe house for safety of the pack members. Whenever there is war, each and every member of the packs that isn’t a warrior or is not able to stand in fight, is moved to these floors; especially woman and kids being placed in the sixth floor for extra safety.
Intrusion in this area was impossible, especially the last two floors. They had best in class laser shields which did not allow entry or exit of any person without a fingerprint, voice verification as well as a coded password that changed after every visit. The entry to the first two floors is possible only from an external door that is located at a 15 feet distance from the pack house. Whereas the remaining floors could only be reached through the huge elevator which is present in the pack house kitchen camouflaged behind the walls of the huge cold storage refrigerator/pantry; it did not stop on the first two floors as there is no entry or exit point for it. And all these floors are sound proof. A person on 1st floor won’t be able to hear anything that’s happening on the 2nd floor.
I make my way to the back door and walk towards the small wooden shed that is visible at a distance. Opening the said door, entering and slowly walking down the cement tunnel towards my destination with only one thing in mind about making the asshole pay for his actions, I walk further towards the end. At the end of the tunnel, I stand in front of a locked metal door; punching in the code I enter the prisoner’s area. As soon as walk in, I come face to face with the guys. Caleb and Ryan are standing, comforting a heartbroken Michael who is boiling with rage. Feeling my presence there, Michael looks at me with a pained expression and walks towards me with a tear strained face and says, “Bella…” his composure shatters as he engulfs me in his arms and starts bawling. I stroke his back in a soothing manner to help calm his nerves down. I can’t imagine the pain he is going through after seeing his daughter go through hell, he is my second in command and the toughest warrior I’ve known.
But can I blame him for his miserable condition? His daughter was raped, for crying out loud.
“Toughen up Mike. I’m going to make him experience hell on earth. Today, he will regret his own birth” is what I say and pat his back one last time before making my way towards the Culprit’s cell. The boys follow me to the destination. Matt is already settled in the cell, with the guy tied to the chair with silver chains digging in his arms and legs. A few other warriors are standing around the guy in alert position waiting for Matt’s order to kill him, which I know will never be given. There is a reason for me being the Warrior head and Matt know not to interfere in my work, as I see him looking at the guy with an uninterested expression while he mutters various profanities to rile Matt up.
I clear my throat and Matt turns his attention to me with an evil smile. The warriors move their attention to me a well and give me a nod to acknowledge my presence. The Rogue lifts his eyes from Matt’s face to mine and gives a disgusting sneer, eyeing me all the way up and down my body. He is looking at me as if I’m some food to be ravished and I know it bothers Caleb, when I hear his growl from behind me. I just turn my face sideways and say, “Its okay Cal. Let him take a nice look at me, after all I’m here just for him.”
I can feel Caleb hesitate for a few second before he moves back up and relaxes. I turn my attention back towards our culprit and give him a sick welcoming smile. Matt looks at me and says, “He is all yours. Have fun” and moves outside the cell. The thing I like about Matt is that, he lets me do things my way. He could have interrogated the rogue for his reasons or motive for his felony, but he didn’t. He left it to me, for me to ask in my own painful way. I turn to acknowledge his trust and reliance on me and nod towards him, as he exits with Caleb and Ryan following him out and closing the door, locking it.
With just me, Mike, Daniel and the Rogue in here, I make my way to the chair and get settled in. Daniel and Mike move to stand behind him, on either of his sides. I look at them, mind linking them to be alert and strong enough to see what I’m about to inflict upon our said culprit over here. To which they reply with a “YES Chief”. Moving my attention back to the Rogue, I say, “So let’s begin. Shall we?”