7

The next day Holly was waiting outside the hotel by the limo, peering over her dark sunglasses. She leaned against the car, watching them as they approached. All the guys came out with pissed off looks on their faces, mirroring her own.

“Morning girls. Sleep well? Colt, they didn’t violate you last night, did they? Roofies are a serious thing in clubs. You should really watch about leaving your drink unattended at bars,” she spat out.

She crossed her arms and got a serious but obviously angry look across her face.

“Try that shit again and I will cut your dick off and feed it to you,” she said to Colt with a snarl.

She quickly got in the car, and they all followed like ducks in a row. Holly sat glaring daggers at them all. No one said anything most of the ride to the photo shoot.

Finally having enough, Holly spoke up. “What exactly was your plan?”

Colt huffed with a dramatic eye roll. “We weren’t planning to hurt you. We were just going to mess with you. It was a prank. We were going to take you back to the hotel and leave you outside Davis’s room with a note. After that, we were going to go back out to the bar. That’s it. Just payback for that shit you pulled the night before.” He looked out the window, rubbing his chin.

All the guys realized that it really was a bad idea as they saw the slight look of hurt in her eyes.

“Well, I don’t find it funny at all. Drugging me is pretty fucked up. That could have gone very badly. I don’t really like the idea of having to be you guys damn glorified babysitter, anyway. I would much rather focus on my career. But here we are. So, we can either make the best of a shit situation, or I can make your lives miserable from here on out.” Holly looked deadpanned at Colt.

Colt looked her over as an evil grin twitched at the corners of his lips. “Sweetheart. You better figure out just who the hell I am. I don’t back down from anyone. I sure as fuck am not becoming some pet for you. You want a fucking war. Well baby, Retribution writes the rules on war. You’re way out of your league here, sweetheart.”

“I’m not your sweetheart or your baby. But I sure as hell am going to make you my bitch!”

Holly threw herself across the limo, ready to scratch his eyes out. Dustin and Chris held her back as best they could, but Holly was stronger than expected.

Dustin leaned over to her, whispering in her ear to calm her. “Come on, Holly. It’s not the time for that. Relax.”

“RELAX! Don’t tell me to fucking relax!” Holly swung and punched Dustin in the face.

Finally, the entire group of men had to hold her down. She was ready to fight them all right there in the limo. They shoved her on the floor, trying to get her to calm down as the limo came to an abrupt stop. She got her hands free and chopped Chris in the throat, swiftly kicking Trent in the balls.

They finally subdued her by throwing her face down on the floor. Colt had her in a headlock and Dustin had her hands behind her back. Trent was lying across her legs, trying to recover from the hit to his groin and gasping for breath.

Chris being the closest to her ear tried once more, speaking calmly. “Come on, Holly. Please calm down. Let’s just get this photoshoot over with and we can all go back to the hotel and get some rest. Let it go for now.”

“Fine. Get off me!”

She relaxed and crawled her way to the door before climbing out. Straightening her clothes as she waited for the guys to exit the limo, pretending to calm down.

“Colt?” she said calmly, with a saddened tone.

He turned to face her as he got out.

Without notice, she swung and punched him in the jaw. “I make the rules! Bitch! And THAT is who the hell I am.”

She walked away into the studio as Colt stood rubbing his jaw, checking if the hit dislocated it.

“If she wasn’t a woman, I’d beat her ass.” Colt scoffed.

Chris came up next to him, a little worried. “We need to talk to Wraith before something bad happens. This girl is a loose cannon. I don’t think Davis knows what he did here.”

“Oh, he knows exactly what he did. This shit isn’t over by a long shot.”

***

The next few weeks were more of the same. The guys trying to ditch her or them playing a back and forth for control. All the guys had met the receiving end of Holly’s right hook. Colt didn’t want to resort to talking to Wraith, but he was to the point he wanted to hit her. He didn’t hit women and wouldn’t start now.

Colt went into Wraith’s locker room and stood watching him lacing up his boots.

Wraith looked annoyed without looking up to address him. “Don’t you knock?”

“Sorry. I need to talk to you about Holly. What the hell is her problem?” Colt stood with his arms crossed over his chest, expecting some answers.

Wraith just stood up, chuckling to himself. “She’s giving you a run for your money, huh? Figures. By that enormous bruise on your face and the black eye Trent’s wearing, I think my little sister has been up to her old tricks.” He put his hands on his hips, smirking as his eyes met Colt’s.

“You find this funny?”

“Pretty entertaining, to be honest. You guys have been walking around like you’re invincible. Since she’s been here, you seem to be a little easier to reason with. Colt, we’re friends. We always will be. You’re just mad because there is someone tougher and plays this game better than you,” he said as he patted Colt on the back.

“Wraith, I’m going to be honest with you. I really just want to beat her ass right now. She’s a woman, I won’t do that. I need you to tell her to back down before things get ugly.”

Colt was getting angrier by the minute, seeing that Wraith was taking it so lightly.

Cyrus walked up behind him. “What exactly do you mean by that?”

The cold, dark voice behind him made Colt’s spine shiver. He turned to find Cyrus with arms crossed over his chest, looking angrier than he had ever seen him. Cyrus always reminded him of a backwoods serial killer in a horror flick and this was no different.

“Just that…” He stuttered, swallowing down the lump in his throat.

Colt felt a little uneasy with the look Cyrus was giving him.

Cyrus stepped to the side, and behind him was Holly. In a sexy cut up Motorhead t-shirt that looked more like a bra, biker fingerless gloves, and tight leather pants. Colt’s mouth dropped open, seeing her look so sexy. He shook his head to get the thought out of his head, but nothing ever worked. She was in his head and it was driving him insane.

Her smug look said it all. Talking to her brothers wouldn’t help him now.

Holly walked over, seeming pleased with herself. “Shows over tonight for Retribution. We’re free to go. Why don’t you and I go out alone tonight? I think we need to have a little... chat.”

“Not happening.” Colt grabbed a stick of gum from his jacket and stuck it in his mouth. A telltale sign he was rattled as he chewed hard, trying to keep calm.

“Well, being I run this bitch, you will. If not, I’ll make tomorrow night on the show a tremendous problem for you and your boy band.” Holly walked closer, invading his personal space, and tilted up her head. “Truce. Just for tonight. No tricks either. I promise.”

She held out her hand in a sign of solidarity.

Colt looked back at Wraith, who gave him a reassuring nod. Colt shook her hand and gripped it tight. He pulled her toward him, his forehead on hers.

He stiffened up aggressively, and his face reddened with a scowl, saying, “You better not try anything.”

Holly raised her eyebrow, smiling. “Little ol’ me? Never.”

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Author Note: Poor Colt. lol. He doesn't stand a chance against the Evan's siblings. What do you think of Holly and the story so far?