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    The Secret Society

     

    “Where you mugged?” It was the only question I could think of, it may have been stupid, but hell that is what I plainly am a stupid fool who got herself into some pretty damned idiot things.

     

    “I think so”

     

    “You think so?” He may have a concussion.

     

    “I was walking home Bells, then I was dragged into a car, taken to some warehouse where I was beaten with a crowbar” I felt sick travel up my throat.

     

    “What did they say?”

     

    “Consider yourself warned, next time you won’t be so lucky” Jacob put his head down in shame.

     

    “The Society” was all I could muster, they were good, they obviously did watch every single thing we did, this must have been the first time Tanya and Jacob had met, I was pretty sure they would have done this to them earlier had they been meeting.

     

    “I would pretty much say so” Jake whined.

     

    Now the next words that came out my mouth was pretty much just wrong, but I was not really thinking clearly.

     

    “Yeah pretty much regretting signing that fucking novel of a contract right about now aren’t you?” like I said, it just popped out.

     

    Jakes eyes widened while looking up at me and he burst out laughing, I joined him a few seconds later.

     

    We spent the evening in A&E where Jacob had three broken ribs and a dislocated shoulder and an aching body from head to toe.

     

    Wednesday evening I called Claire to let her know me and Jake would not be attending Thursday evening, he was still stiff.

     

    By the tone in Claire’s voice I am pretty sure she knew what the fuck had happened and that well and truly pissed me off.

     

    Her words of “you MUST come Saturday then” caught me off guard, what about offering us one of our sixteen weeks holiday…..she was a bitch.

     

    “We’ll be there” I snapped, just out of principle I was going to turn up and Jake deserved to be in a bit pain, it was less severe than what the hell I had been put through.

     

    The Following Thursday

     

    We pulled up to the mansion and the butterflies were kicking in, I had not seen Edward in nearly two weeks and it was killing me, I needed to see his perfect face, disarray hair, touch his body, feel his muscles, damn I just wanted him so badly I virtually ran up the steps and launched for him.

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