The Mane Squeeze
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As they paused outside the suite door, Ronnie and Sissy stared at each other a long moment before Sissy unlocked the door with her keycard and pushed it open. She paused briefly in the doorway, shocked at what she was seeing, before she marched right across that room and got between Mitch and Gwen.
Not an easy task with Gwen standing up on the table so she could tower over her brother while she screamed in his face and Mitch screamed back. Plus there was finger-pointing going on, Gwens looking much more lethal because they had those excessively long and painted nails. Sissy had never seen the siblings act like this toward each other before. She hadnt known it was possible.
Yall stop this right now! she screamed over their yelling.
Stay out of this, Sissy!
Yeah, ho-billy, stay out of it!
Hey! Mitch bellowed. Watch how you talk to her!
Fine! Then Ill tell you to kiss my motherfucking
Hey! Sissy tried to cut in, but it was too late. It had turned into an embarrassing spectacle of a slap-fight. Horrified that one of her Pack could see this display from Sissys mate, Sissy again got between the two, shoving Mitch back. Cut it out!
Panting rapidly, the siblings glared at each other over Sissys head.
Is this any way for a brother and sister to act toward each other? she demanded.
Mitchs brow went up as he looked down at Sissy. I cant believe that youre throwing that particular argument at my feet. Or do I need to get out the football helmet you keep mounted on our bedroom wall as a reminder?
Let me rephrase. Is this any way for a brother and sister who like each other to act? Now I want yall to stop this foolishness right now before someone most likely me gets hurt.
Fine. Gwen said first. Ive gotta get to work anyway.
For some reason that made Mitch snarl, but Sissy had no idea why. Thats fine, Gwen, she said while glaring at her mate. Yall can talk about this later. Right, Mitchell?
No! Its not
Mitchell. Shaw.
The cat flinched. Fine. Itll wait.
Good. Thank you. Sissy stepped away from them and took a breath. Lord, this mediator thing was a hell of a lot of work and she was glad she didnt have to do it too often. As Alpha Female it was all about keeping her calm and appeased. Much easier.
Hey, Sissy, Ronnie said as she walked closer. Why dont I leave yall
It happened so fast that if Sissy still hadnt been looking in the felines direction she never would have seen it. But as soon as Gwen heard Ronnies voice, her entire body went airbornelike a suddenly uncoiled spring, her claws unleashing on both her hands and bare feet, as she flipped off the table and away from Ronnie.
She caught hold of the drapes and, to Sissys horror, Gwens head snapped around about 180 degrees so that her nose aligned with her spine.
Then she hissed at Ronnie like a terrified house cat.
She kept hissing, too, until Mitch finally walked over, grabbed Gwen by the waist, and pulled her free of the drapes. It wasnt easy and she shredded up the drapes something awful, but he finally managed it and took her to one of the bedrooms. He tossed her inside and closed the door.
With her hand to her own throat, Sissy asked, That thing she does with her neck
Shes a hybrid, Mitch snapped. We dont ask those questions. He turned to Ronnie. Did anything happen between you and my sister while we were gone?
Ronnie glanced between Mitch and Sissy, her eyes wide. She shrugged. Not that I know of.
The smile Blayne had on her face faded as Gwen stormed into their tiny, one-room office. And she cringed when Gwens backpack hit the floor and then Gwen dropped into her office chair as if it had physically harmed her.
Blayne placed the printed job sheet back on her desk. Whats wrong?
It took Gwen a minute to answer as she seethed, but Blayne could only cringe when she did. Mitch is home.
I thought he wasnt coming back until Christmas.
Thats what I thought, Gwen spat out between visibly clenched teeth. But apparently, their plans changed. And now hes home.
What did he say?
Gwens expression said it all, and Blayne could only shake her head. We both knew he wouldnt take this well. We both knew he was going to be an asshole. Thats what Mitch does when it comes to his baby sister.
But this doesnt change anything, Gwenie. Youre here, contracts are signed, theres nothing he can do.
But instead of Gwen agreeing with her, she only sat up and said, I need that job information for today.
Blayne covered the job order with her hand. Forget it. You can do it tomorrow or something.
No. Ill do it today.
Its in Jersey.
I dont care.
Sweetie, wait until tomorrow. When youre in a better mood and dont look so pissed off and youre maybe wearing a little bit of makeup
Just give me the goddamn job!
Blayne held the job order out and Gwen snatched it out of her hand. Ill see you later, she said before she picked up her backpack and stormed out of the office.
Not an easy task with Gwen standing up on the table so she could tower over her brother while she screamed in his face and Mitch screamed back. Plus there was finger-pointing going on, Gwens looking much more lethal because they had those excessively long and painted nails. Sissy had never seen the siblings act like this toward each other before. She hadnt known it was possible.
Yall stop this right now! she screamed over their yelling.
Stay out of this, Sissy!
Yeah, ho-billy, stay out of it!
Hey! Mitch bellowed. Watch how you talk to her!
Fine! Then Ill tell you to kiss my motherfucking
Hey! Sissy tried to cut in, but it was too late. It had turned into an embarrassing spectacle of a slap-fight. Horrified that one of her Pack could see this display from Sissys mate, Sissy again got between the two, shoving Mitch back. Cut it out!
Panting rapidly, the siblings glared at each other over Sissys head.
Is this any way for a brother and sister to act toward each other? she demanded.
Mitchs brow went up as he looked down at Sissy. I cant believe that youre throwing that particular argument at my feet. Or do I need to get out the football helmet you keep mounted on our bedroom wall as a reminder?
Let me rephrase. Is this any way for a brother and sister who like each other to act? Now I want yall to stop this foolishness right now before someone most likely me gets hurt.
Fine. Gwen said first. Ive gotta get to work anyway.
For some reason that made Mitch snarl, but Sissy had no idea why. Thats fine, Gwen, she said while glaring at her mate. Yall can talk about this later. Right, Mitchell?
No! Its not
Mitchell. Shaw.
The cat flinched. Fine. Itll wait.
Good. Thank you. Sissy stepped away from them and took a breath. Lord, this mediator thing was a hell of a lot of work and she was glad she didnt have to do it too often. As Alpha Female it was all about keeping her calm and appeased. Much easier.
Hey, Sissy, Ronnie said as she walked closer. Why dont I leave yall
It happened so fast that if Sissy still hadnt been looking in the felines direction she never would have seen it. But as soon as Gwen heard Ronnies voice, her entire body went airbornelike a suddenly uncoiled spring, her claws unleashing on both her hands and bare feet, as she flipped off the table and away from Ronnie.
She caught hold of the drapes and, to Sissys horror, Gwens head snapped around about 180 degrees so that her nose aligned with her spine.
Then she hissed at Ronnie like a terrified house cat.
She kept hissing, too, until Mitch finally walked over, grabbed Gwen by the waist, and pulled her free of the drapes. It wasnt easy and she shredded up the drapes something awful, but he finally managed it and took her to one of the bedrooms. He tossed her inside and closed the door.
With her hand to her own throat, Sissy asked, That thing she does with her neck
Shes a hybrid, Mitch snapped. We dont ask those questions. He turned to Ronnie. Did anything happen between you and my sister while we were gone?
Ronnie glanced between Mitch and Sissy, her eyes wide. She shrugged. Not that I know of.
The smile Blayne had on her face faded as Gwen stormed into their tiny, one-room office. And she cringed when Gwens backpack hit the floor and then Gwen dropped into her office chair as if it had physically harmed her.
Blayne placed the printed job sheet back on her desk. Whats wrong?
It took Gwen a minute to answer as she seethed, but Blayne could only cringe when she did. Mitch is home.
I thought he wasnt coming back until Christmas.
Thats what I thought, Gwen spat out between visibly clenched teeth. But apparently, their plans changed. And now hes home.
What did he say?
Gwens expression said it all, and Blayne could only shake her head. We both knew he wouldnt take this well. We both knew he was going to be an asshole. Thats what Mitch does when it comes to his baby sister.
But this doesnt change anything, Gwenie. Youre here, contracts are signed, theres nothing he can do.
But instead of Gwen agreeing with her, she only sat up and said, I need that job information for today.
Blayne covered the job order with her hand. Forget it. You can do it tomorrow or something.
No. Ill do it today.
Its in Jersey.
I dont care.
Sweetie, wait until tomorrow. When youre in a better mood and dont look so pissed off and youre maybe wearing a little bit of makeup
Just give me the goddamn job!
Blayne held the job order out and Gwen snatched it out of her hand. Ill see you later, she said before she picked up her backpack and stormed out of the office.
