Reign POV

Stupid, Stupid, So So Stupid. I internally screamed at myself. Why did I even bothering coming?

"So stupid." I stated out loud as I swirled the alcohol in my drink.

Apparently I was the last resort, the girls from the warehouse felt uncomfortable talking to Hope because she is too disconnected from her emotions. A vast majority of them flat out refused to talk to Charlie. I thought that was strange Charlie doesn't look unapproachable but apparently the girls didn't want to have anything to do with her. Since I'm the only other woman they know they figured I'd have more compassion.

There is also the fact that I was going to college to major in Sociology of Women. I tapped the stirring straw on the edge of my shot glass before grasping the drink and allowing it to burn my throat as it slithered its way inside my body. I know drinking alcohol will only numb my pain, so I decided only one shot wouldn't hurt.

"What did I just tell you?" An unfamiliar voice questioned.

      Although his voice was unfamiliar it reminded me of Jensen. I could picture his eyes darkening in anger at something I said or did. I could picture the blank stare in his eyes as he lay on the hallway ground...dead.

    Dead, he's dead, he died right in front of me. I can hear the cracking followed by the echo. The life fades out of his eyes as he drops to the ground. The vibration in my pocket startles me out of my flashback.

"This is Reign." I answered.

"Where are you? Sokolov told the front desk to give you the key to the top floor."

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I mumble as I leave my nice comfy chair and make my way to the front desk.

•••

Ding.

    The clinking of my boots echoed on the floor as I stepped out of the elevator. A vulgar word slipped pass my lips as I noticed Axel pacing back and forth as he talked on the phone. He was decked out in all black, black made him look divine. He could pull off anything, the color black stirred emotions in me I was trying to hide from.

     I have two options, I can get back in the elevator and hide out at the bar or I could walk straight pass him. I'm not strong enough to deal with him right now, I'll cave and right now I can't afford to cave into a pile of mush. The elevator option is logical, I can successfully avoid him while keeping my semi-strength in tact. Right when I was about to press the button to get back in the elevator my phone went off.

     Of course the one time I forget to turn my ringer off someone actually calls me. Quickly I glanced at my phone in my hand and pressed the decline button.  Unfortunately I saw who was calling Jaebum Li also known as Jensen's dad. He has been calling me non-stop for the past couple days. I know ducking his calls will only make matters worst, but what am I suppose to say to him.

      Mr. Li I'm sorry to tell you this but Jensen died, and I'm unsure if I'm happy or relieved at finally being free from his iron fist? I'm also sorry because it was my brother who killed him. Please don't send your criminal connections to kill us. My sincere apologies.

"Reign, What are you doing here?" Axel questioned from his distant spot.

     I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I stay rooted to my spot as his legs bring him closer to my vicinity. I feel myself struggling to breathe, my heart seems to be throwing a fit. It repeatedly beats erratically begging me to suck in oxygen. His eyes were locking me into a death trap. Deep forest pools gathering together to keep me locked in my place.

     My conflicting feelings are at war with one another. I'm scared, Scared of allowing myself to fully understand why my heart beats fast around him. Scared of the erratic butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I'm terrified of what these symptoms could mean because admitting that I feel them would mean I l—no I can't, I shouldn't think it or say it. There is also the fact he hates my brother.

    This could all be a game to him, and I'm tired of being pawns in others people games. I'm freaking Reign Morrow, I am strong and a force to be reckon with an I'll be damned if I continue to throw myself pity parties. I stood up straighter, bunching my gray sweater dress to the creases of my elbows. My black knee high boots had no mercy as they helped guide me towards Axel. I had every intention to just walk straight pass him with the hope that he would let me be.

     Just when I thought I had managed to slip pass him, I feel his warm hand wrap around my small wrist. Instead of facing him I continue to look forward, he gently tugs on my wrist in what I'm assuming is an attempt to get me to turn around.

"I'm sorry about Jensen." Axel stated as he tugged on my wrist, this time he successfully got me to relent on looking away from him.

     I was getting a clear view of his devilishly handsome face. The light stubble on his face was freshly trimmed along his chiseled jaw. Slowly I brought my eyes upward so I could look directly into the depths of green in his eyes. He leaned in closer so he could connect our foreheads, my eyes slowly begin to drift shut as I inhaled his musky scent. I let out a sigh as his hand that held my wrist dropped so it could lay on my side.

      His eyes never left mine as he began leaning in close, I sucked in a shaky breath as I felt the spike in my heart. His lips lightly brushed across mine, he knew what he was doing to me every time he lightly brushed his lips across mine. My chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace, his peppermint breath invaded my sense of smell.

"Axel we shouldn't." I whispered as I placed my hand on his chest.

  "Reign." He replied. I couldn't stop the fluttering of my traitorous heart, my name sounded enticing coming from his skillful lips.

       Before I could try to put up some type of fight against this desire Axel was stirring inside of me, he kissed me. The whole world seemed to fade in the background as our breaths mingled with one another in an electrifying kiss. His warmth enveloped me, his hands traveled up and down my sides. My hands that were placed on his chest curled up in his black shirt so I could pull him closer. Our breathing began picking up, vague whispers traveled in my ears. They begged me to push him away, slap him or kick him in the cojones.

     Instead of listening to the voices, I wrap my arms around his neck and jump up into his arms. His hand immediately levitate to my butt as he holds me up. He began walking toward a short location never breaking the engrossing kiss.

Reign what are you doing?

    Somehow we end up in one of the hotel rooms, my back comes in contact with the soft mattress. His warm lips connect with my neck causing a gasp to slip out of my mouth at the wave pleasure igniting within me. Immediately my hand slips into his soft hair in an attempt to pull him closer. I felt my bottom lip slipping between my teeth as the desire to arch my body into his, became overwhelming. 

Reign...

     I grip his hair with an immense amount of force. A groan passes through his skillful lips, one of his hands slip under my grey sweater dress. The mere touch of his hand moving up my leg to reach my butt had the hormones in my brain shutting down as an overwhelming rush of pleasure, passion and lust begin controlling my being. A loud shout knocks me out of my lustful thoughts, immediately I release his hair and slide my hands in between our bodies.

      Reluctantly he pulled away from my neck. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Reign."

"We shouldn't. I shouldn't," I fumbled over my words as I try to form a coherent sentence. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"That's ok I know what I'm doing." He replies with a sly smile. Was that suppose to be a joke?

      I just stare at him for a brief moment before shaking my head at his horrible joke. My hands lace together as I place them on top of my head. Shutting my eyes causes me to be able to block out his grass green eyes.

"Could you get off me please?" I questioned.

     I could feel when he no longer was hovering over me. Immediately his musky scent faded into the background, the warmth that radiated from his body was stripped away from me leaving me exposed to the cold air.

"Reign you're confusing me." Immediately my eyes shot open at his response.

"I'm confusing you?" I retort, ice cold venom was laced in my words.

"Yea—"

"You're saying it's my fault, even though you took what we could have had and destroyed it over information I didn't even have?" I had no mercy as I got off the bed and stood directly in front of him.

"The club comes before any feelings I have for you." He replied with sincerity.

It was almost like protecting his club was engraved in his brain. He seemed genuinely confused, almost as if he was asking himself Why does she not understand my position?

"The club comes first always have, I always will." He replied with a shrug.

I can't say I'm surprised at his loyalty to his club, but it still hurt. It hurts because he has me stumbling over myself trying to figure out if I can overlook what he had Hope do to me. Not to mention the fact that I'm attracted to him and even if I was able to look pass his need to extract information out of me I'll never be his priority because his duty is to Dark Howlers. I also don't want this life for myself, I never wanted this violent life for myself.

"I got to go." I retorted.

"You're going to runaway again?" He questioned, his eyes bored into me like the rays of the sun on an extremely hot day.

"I don't runaway from things."

"You do runaway," He said as he moved around me so he could sit on the bed. I had to pivot my body just so I could look at him. "You ran away from Jensen while in college, you're about to runaway from me right now, and you're probably thinking of how to runaway from whatever Jensen dad has in store for us."

"I'm n—"

"Don't even try to deny it," He replies as he leans forward so his elbows rest on his knees and his fingers are interlaced.

"I'm n—"

"When things get tough you run as far away as possible," He stood back up.

Green to Brown.

    Our eyes interlocked, his eyes displayed a try to deny it look. This only infuriated me, he doesn't get to just walk into my life and decide he knows me better than I know myself. Anger was boiling inside of me because although I didn't want to admit he's right.

   I do runaway, running away has never worked before. Faith always seems to catch up to me. I need to stand on my own two feet and come face to face with what's holding me back. Whether it's Jensen and his friends or Axel, who manages to continue to conflict my emotions. Maybe it's the secrets I keep buried inside of me where no one can find them. This violent path was chosen for me in order to survive the different paths that all tend to lead to violence is to stand up for myself.

"Maybe I'm always running away because no one has been able to stop me."

"Consider this me stopping you."

"Consider this me walking away from you." I replied as I turned and walked towards the hotel room door.

"That must be a new concept." He replied from his spot by the bed.

      I scoffed and pivoted on my foot. "Ok you want to know why I runaway from things."

He simply nodded.

"I grew up seeing and being involved in things I wanted no part of," I scrunched my eyebrows together as I had a recurring memory. The image of dad having me use one of his business associates as target practice swept across my mind with reluctance. It was like a slideshow; blood, guns, violence against my brother from our father. "It took a toll on me mentally and emotionally."

"Like what kind of things?"

I squint my eyes at him. "What will happen if I choose not to tell you? Will you call in reinforcements? Hope perhaps?"

"Reign, He sighed. What? It's not like I'm being irrational he did have Hope gather false intelligence from me. "I'm truly sorry I d—"

"When the bruises stop hurting, I'll consider taking your apology serious."

Instead of listening to his next words I answered my phone which kept vibrating on the floor. It must have slipped out my hands when Axel and I were kissing. The phone number was unrecognizable but as soon as I heard the voice coming from the other end instantly I knew something was wrong.

"Reign? I need you to find the penthouse suite." Preston demanded.

"Why?"

"Sebastian and your father a—"

"My father, What is my father doing here?" I questioned.

"From what I can hear he's degrading Sebastian and threatening to have him removed as president."

"I'm on my way."

I hung up after my last retort. I simply ignored Axel continuous questions, I think I said something about how he needed to leave before my dad spotted him. Quickly I rushed out of the room and toward the elevator. If my dad is here that means trouble for Bash, I have absolutely no idea why dad hates Bash. I think it has something to do with his biological mom.

Bash hates whenever I play mediator between the two of them. What else am I suppose to do? He's my brother we're suppose to protect each other.

|Author Note|

Does anyone watch The Walking Dead? I have been in mourning like Why do all my favorite characters have to die? This has been a crazy tv character year like man. On The 100 my fave died as well like what the heck!

HOLY CRAP I HAVE 29k READERS LIKE HONESTLY THIS IS BAFFLING I CANNOT BELIEVE. THANK YOU ALL FOR READING BBG ON THE BEHALF OF AXEL AND REIGN I WANT TO THANK YOU! HONESTLY YOU ALL INSPIRE ME TO KEEP WRITING EVEN THOUGH I HAVE BEEN SUFFERING FROM MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK!