Chapter 6

Nixon Edington

I had just finished getting the new cell phone. I still needed to take care of plenty of things before going back to the mansion. I had only been there briefly, after dropping off Miranda at her apartment. I needed a relief, and a change of clothes.

I was having a formal meeting with the men later in the day, and then spending the rest of it with Miranda. It wasn’t really hard to make Miranda my priority, which is why I’d made haste in getting the new phone.

There wasn’t a mind link between us yet, and that was bothering me. I needed to be able to access her mind. It would make my life easier, and my Wolf would calm down.

I had worried that any of the men would call my cell phone, and Miranda would answer because she now owned it.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, I let men know through the mind link about the new phone, the number, and I got updated with what was going on.

No one was at the mansion at the moment. All of the men were out, taking care of what they were in charge of doing.

So far things were going as planned. In a way, I was looking forward to completing what we came to do here. But I didn’t want to rush things. I needed to get Miranda on my side first and that didn’t seem like an easy task.

The more I learned from her family and those other Rogues, the more unsettled my Wolf felt.

The Rogues had created two packs. Craven was the leader of the biggest one, and Zander of all the others. It had me angry, but I couldn’t do anything about it yet.

The updates I had received weren’t detailed, and I needed to catch up with the news. It wouldn’t be of help to be running around uninformed. I was thinking of going home, making our next plan, and then going with Miranda.

I had just seen her about an hour ago, and it already felt like a lifetime. My Wolf agreed with me, pestering me to hurry things up so that we could go with our mate.

Thinking about her brought memories of earlier when I’d left her in the apartment complex.

I looked around for the phone on the empty passenger seat, until I found it. The number of my previous phone- which now belonged to Miranda- came to me automatically. Partly, it was because I had a great memory, but it mainly was because I knew that Miranda would be the one I’d be talking to.

The phone rang five times, and I was about to hang up when someone picked it up.

“Yellow,” a man’s deep voice said through the phone.

“Who is this?” I asked, thinking I had dialed the wrong number.

“Hey buddy, you’re the one calling,” he said, and even chuckled.

I felt anger rising within me, and my Wolf was surfacing. I didn’t like or appreciate anyone disrespecting me, whether human or Wolf.

“You’re the one with the phone that doesn’t belong to you,” I growled into the phone. I needed to pull to the side, in case my Wolf did take over. But, I couldn’t. The only thought running through my head was that I had to get to her. I had to see Miranda, and make sure she was safe- and away from any male.

“Why is a man answering my phone? Where is Mi-” I stared to say, but was caught off by him.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa- you are the one calling here. Tone it down boy, because you aren’t going to get answers with the way you’re talking to me. Now don’t call here again, because if you do, I’m going to find you and you will regret this,” he threated.

I didn’t get to answer to his threat, because he killed the call.

I dialed a few more times after that, but he didn’t pick up the phone anymore.

I hit the steering wheel, feeling angry at the situation, and wondering where the hell she was. I couldn’t help but feel worried.

What if that man had been out to hurt her? Why did he have her phone? Surely she wouldn’t have given it away. I knew little about her, but from what I’d seen, she definitely could’ve given it away.

I tried to suppress my anger as I stepped on the gas. Instead of going back to the mansion and catching up with the men about their finding with the Rogues- I turned toward her apartment.

I needed to see her. I needed to make sure she was fine. I also needed to know who that man was and what he wasmdoing with the phone I had given her.

Miranda Bonham

“Why do you have my phone?” I asked Preston, trying to divert the attention from myself.

“Don’t change the subject Miranda. Who was that?” He asked, following me around my room.

I stayed quiet, drying my hair with the towel. The silence felt thick around the room, while Preston waited for me to reply. Trying to get more time to come up with something, I started combing through my hair.

“That’s not my phone,” I finally said, not really lying.

He narrowed his eyes at me, and looked down at the phone he was holding. It almost seemed like he thought the phone was a bomb that would go off any second, with the way he was holding it.

“Then why do you have it?” Preston asked, suspiciously.

“I found it last night in the café. Someone must’ve forgotten it,” I replied, in a tone I was hoping sounded casual.

“Why did that guy sound so mad about me answering the phone?”

“Well, he lost his phone- I assume. How would you feel if you lost your phone and a random dude answered it?” I questioned, crossing my arms.

Preston seemed to have run out of questions to ask me about the phone. His confused expression was actually funny, and I almost made fun of him because he believed my lot of lies.

“Is that all? Can I have my phone back?” I asked him, extending my hand.

“Why did you keep it, if it’s not yours?” I smiled, because I actually had a great answer for that one.

“Are you kidding? That phone is new, and way nicer than mine. If I get someone to break it in, I’m putting my sim card in there and keeping that baby,” I told him, grinning like a maniac and snatching the phone from his hands.

He broke out a grin of himself, looking at me like a little kid.

“Typical Andy, taking advantage of the misfortune of others,” he said, jokingly scowling me.

After that comment, I was sure he had believed me. After all, keeping a lost phone was something I would do.

Preston didn’t stick around for long. Dad had been nagging him since last night to go home.

Dad had left him alone after Preston told him he was with a girl. But Preston told me early this morning that dad started calling him again to get him home. The pack seemed to be going through shaky times, and my brother’s presence was apparently desperately needed around there.

Five minutes after the phone situation, Preston was out the door- promising to be checking in on me later on.

I had settled down on the couch to watch TV, when someone started banging on my door, almost breaking it off its hinges.

I walked toward it, annoyed by whoever was on the other side.

I opened the door to find Nixon, looking really ticked off.

“Who was that man that answered the phone? Where is he?” Nixon demanded to know, grabbing my shoulders roughly.

I pulled myself away from Nixon- with much effort from my part- and frowned at him, crossing my arms for added effect.

“How did you find my apartment?” I questioned.

“Your scent- it wasn’t exactly hard. Where is he?” Nixon asked, staring at me with his penetrating gaze. If I weren’t so mad about his attitude and a bit freaked that he had found my apartment on his own- I would’ve gotten lost in the green of his eyes.

“He’s gone, and you should be glad,” I finally replied to him.

He walked inside my apartment, and into my living room. I stared after him, and then at the door.

“Yes, you can come in,” I muttered, shutting the door.

“I’m already in,” Nixon said, not understanding my sarcasm, or choosing to ignore it.

I noticed he had a different set of clothes than what he’d been wearing earlier. These clothes looked formal, almost like he came from a meeting, or something around that area. It suited him, he looked so classy.

“Who was that? Why did you give him the phone? What were you two doing?” Nixon asked, not pausing between questions.

I sighed loudly, and slumped on the couch, knowing I wouldn’t be getting rid of Nixon any time soon. He really seemed worked up about this.

“Why don’t you want to tell me?” He asked, narrowing his eyes.

“That was my twin brother, who didn’t appreciate your call one bit.”

“Your twin? You have a brother?” Nixon looked taken aback by that.

“I do, and he wasn’t too happy with what you told him. You should be glad he’s gone. If not, you would’ve caught him here, and trust me- you don’t’ want to mess with Preston,” I told Nixon, even though images of Preston being goofy were all that came to my mind.

“I’m not scared of your brother. I’m stronger than him,” Nixon said, sounding offended.

I rolled my eyes at his macho man behavior.

“Sure you are,” I said.

Nixon gave me a look, really looking bothered with my comment. He was still standing up next to the couch.

“If that’s all, you can go now,” I told him, flicking through the cannels of the TV that was still on.

“What are you doing today?” Nixon asked, awkwardly sitting down on the couch, next to me.

“I’m probably lazing around all day. And, I might go visit my parents,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders, not bothering to turn and face him.

“You’re going to see Craven?” He looked surprised, but interested in what I said- which in itself was strange.

“He is my dad, at least last time I checked. And, it’s still a big big big maybe that I’m going over there. I don’t want my parents getting too intense with me.”

“When are you going?” He asked, in a commanding tone.

“What’s with the twenty questions? All of a sudden you seem so interested,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“I want to know where you will be at,” he replied, nonchalantly.

“Where I am isn’t really your problem. You let me go, remember?”

“I did. I also clearly told you I wanted to know where you would be at all the time,” Nixon said, getting up from the couch.

“This isn’t fair,” I said, even though I really didn’t mind it much. I did however feel like I should be kicking him out of my apartment, or calling somebody. Somehow though, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.

A phone started going off in his pocket, and his hand quickly moved to retrieve it.

“Anything new?” He asked to whomever was calling, cupping his hand on the phone. If I focused on it, I would’ve been able to hear what was being said, but I didn’t really care.

“Don’t you have things to do, outside of my apartment, and away from me?”

Nixon had been with me all afternoon. It wasn’t exactly that I minded his company- it just didn’t make sense to me.

“I’m free today,” he replied, looking at the screen with a confused expression.

We had been watching a few movies- most which he commented were of “poor taste”, as he so kindly put it.

“What’s up with you, anyway?” I asked him, curiously.

Maybe I was crazy, but Nixon really did seem so out of place here. He was so proper, and just different. Something about him, and his Wolf- I wasn’t used to it.

“What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely looked confused as to what I was going on about.

“Are you here with Zander?”

Nixon turned to face me, looking seriously pissed off.

“Why would I be here with that Rogue?” He asked, his jaw clenching as he spoke.

“Why do you keep calling everyone a Rogue?” I really had been wondering that since last night when he kidnapped me.

“This person is a Rogue. You’re a Rogue. Your dad is a Rogue. Your brother is a Rogue and I’m stronger than him,” I said, in a mocking tone, trying to imitate his voice.

“Is that supposed to be how I talk?” Nixon asked, frowning at me.

“Well, sort of. But, you didn’t answer my question.”

“It’s what they all are. Except for you, they are all Rogues,” he said, starting to pace around the room.

“Says the guy who appears out of nowhere,” I muttered.

“I’m here for a reason. Once I get that taken care of, we could-” Nixon was saying, but suddenly stopped.

“We, meaning who?” I asked, confused.

“Look, that’s not important right now. I need to get going,” he said.

His phone had been vibrating in his pocket, and it again went off for what seemed the hundredth time.

“We’re going,” Nixon said, looking at me intently.

“I’m not going with you,” I protested,” moving away from his reach as he tried to take me.

“You’re safer with me,”

“Safe from what exactly? So far, you have been the only threat I have had,” I replied, not liking where this conversation was headed.

“Your safe with me from your dad- and he’s just the beginning.”

“What do you have against my dad?”

“Nothing that should concern you yet,” he replied, turning away from me.

The conversation I had with my brother about someone here to hurt my dad and Zander came to mind.

“Are you the one who wants to take him- to kill him?” I asked Nixon.

 I already knew the answer to my question, but I was hoping to be wrong. Nixon didn’t seem to be a safe person, but my Wolf and I felt right being with him.

He couldn’t possibly be out to get my family, and my pack, I thought to myself.

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