EIGHT - 8

                                    

                                          
(A/N) When I was writing this I randomly thought of a thong. Maybe it was the title backwards...
                          
Time: 11:45
                          
"I'm back bìtches!"
                          
You jumped to your feet wincing once your injured foot hit the ground and warily looking around the room for the source of the sound, when your eyes landed on a blonde haired blue eyed girl who was standing behind the couch with a bright smile in her face.
                          
"Alex!" Ashton yelled jumping over the couch and embracing the girl while Michael shot up to do the same. 
                          
"Where's Jason?" She asked her Russian accent more prominent with each word she said. 
                          
"In his office working on what to do about the Feds." 
                          
"The Feds? Why are they here?" 
                          
"Her," Michael and Ashton said simultaneously turning to point at you. 
                          
You narrowed your eyes slightly trying not to tell him off as it would get you in more trouble because you were already in trouble for jumping and according to Jason they would 'lock you back in the basement if it wasn't occupied' so now your punishment is your not allowed to go anywhere yourself not even the bathroom  trip of the guys literally have to go in the bathroom with you. 
                          
You frustratedly ran a hand over your face and growled closing your eyes to take a deep breathe,"I. didn't. do. shît."
                          
"Uh...who is she again?" 
                          
"Jason's bītch."
                          
You pressed your lips in a firm line determined not to say anything because, it's what he wanted right? A reaction? For you to turn around and back hand slap the coloured dye out Michael's head, so they could have you sent back in that hell hole?
                          
Fück no. Not happening. 
                          
"Babysitters could you escort me to the room I'm to be sleeping in?" You asked already walking down the hallway knowing that they would follow because if they didn't they'd be fed to the wolves. 
                          
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Time: 12:03 
                          
"Jay." Alex smiled, cautiously pushing  the door open to reveal Jason talking heatedly on the phone. 
                          
He turned towards the her his face  bright with anger until his eyes landed upon her then his face softened and held up a finger signalling her to give him a second.
                          
"But I did it didn't I?!" He yelled clearly fed up with whatever the person on the other end was saying. "Just take care of it. Because it's your fault she died."
                          
He hung up the phone, throwing it on the desk before running over and tightly embracing Alex and she smiled wrapping her arms around him as well.
                          
"Stupid Roach" Jason muttered under his breathe before turning towards the woman standing in his doorway. "Alex Ivanov. Where'd you go?" He said hugging her then holding her out at arms length and examining her face. 
                          
"Russia. Remind me never to go again.My stupid dad and his dumb mob," she rolled her eyes before looking back at Jason and a smile instantly took over her face. "Oh god I miss you and the guys." She said leaning forward to wrap her arms back around Jason.
                          
"It's great to have you back. The boys can't fucking do shit with out you," He chuckled completely forgetting about the argument he just had with 'El Cucaracha' a drug dealer Jason is hooked up with.