“You ditched Chase and took off. Didn’t answer my calls. What the fuck was I supposed to think?” He hasn’t calmed down. He’s not used to anyone defying him. “Think about this Kane,” I snarl back at him. “Think about how pissed I am that you put Chase on me. Think about how maybe I didn’t feel like dealing with you while I was riding and think about how I’m not someone who asks permission to get on her bike and take a fucking ride.” I stare him down, takes practice when you have to do it staring up at someone, and let him see how angry I am. “I can’t believe you brought the whole damn club down on my ass Kane,” I add to my rant. “All I wanted to do was take a slow ride to the mall and get some new clothes without a babysitter on my tail. …show more content…
Why the hell are you fighting me on this Alessandra?” The man is exasperating and getting on my last nerve with this protection crap. “Who else has a man following them around Kane? Who else do you not trust to be able to handle themselves?” He doesn’t get the fact that he’s making me claustrophobic and his protection detail shows everyone in the club he sees me as weak. “The Dallas chapter never put a man on me,” I continue. “It makes me look weak, like I can’t handle my own shit. I don’t like that feeling.” “I have never met a woman stronger than you Alessandra, but I won’t stop doing what I have to do for you, me and the club. You’re just going to have to make peace with that.” I fire back. “I’ll never make peace with …show more content…
He did seem to enjoy the stop at Victoria’s Secret though. I’m not big on shopping but I blame Kane for today’s retail therapy session. The house is dark and empty when I pull up. My purchases stay in my saddle bags. There’s a possibility I might be looking for a place to stay tonight. Chase takes off once I’m inside. No doubt he’s in a hurry to get back to the rally and join in the festivities. His replacement is probably already on property somewhere. On the kitchen counter I find a note from Kane with a bottle of pain pills sitting on top—the ones with the Codeine. Really! Take two. Talk in the morning. K What the hell? He wants me to incapacitate myself with drugs so he can stay out and party without having to deal with me. Fuck that. I return to the garage and grab one of my new outfits. I shimmy into a pair of red pants that hug every inch of my legs straight down to my ankles, and slip on a white blouse with a plunging neckline. While most women would pair this look with heels, I tuck the pant legs into my chunky black biker boots. I’m not averse to wearing makeup but I generally don’t. Tonight, I add some color to my cheeks and spend a good amount of time making up my eyes giving them a seductive smoky
“Ow, ow, ow. stop hitting me, I came to cut him down. I see you met Katie she's not a big fan of me!” He yells up to you.
(Foreman 296). In this part of the movie, Amy is mad at Kane for staying back to fight Kane. Kane is trying to make her understand that this is his town and that he has friends that he doesn’t want to be in
He started to catch up to me, and eventually picked me up again. “Let me go you d*ck.” “Can you stop screaming for two minutes and let me explain.” “You need water and food before you go on a long journey.” You don’t get it do you huh. I started to tear up realizing that if I try and attack him again, I was not going to get anywhere. His forehead was getting redder and redder each time I looked at him. “My nephew is all alone with my friends and they have no way to defend themselves at our camp. I need to be back there. I can not leave
he did it again so I throw my first punch I punch him right in the jaw he falls and he says “ holly sh!t you punched me so hard I seen God” Ignacio and the group of people
“You're not like the others. I've seen a few; I know. When I talk, you look at me. When I said something about the moon, you looked at the moon, last night. The others would never do that. The others would walk off and leave me talking. Or threaten me. No one has time any more for anyone else. You're one of the few who put up with me. That's why I think it's so strange you're a fireman, it just doesn't seem right for you, somehow.
“Leave in peace and we will not harm you,” announced Kane, an elder that was in love with Clarks mom, Abby but didn't tell her before I snatched her up in my big muscular
“I’m sorry, that I scared you. I will make sure that the next time, I approach people in a different way.” Then he just walked away and I saw him walk over to two kids and his wife. Then knew he was telling the truth.
“Wow, she's talkative, you got a good one this time, cuz.” His voice was grinding on me and all I wanted to do was smack him.
Kane closes his eyes and pulls me close as he takes this all in. “What did he do to you baby? Did he…” He can’t get the words out.
In Disney’s movie, The Lion King, the manipulative and envious lion, Scar, represents the villain archetype because of several scenes throughout the movie where he is representing the archetype. Near the beginning of the film, Scar attempts to trick the innocent and naive hero, Simba, to go beyond the kingdom of Pride rock, and into the dangerous Elephant graveyard. The Elephants Graveyard is designed to look dangerous with giant elephant bones, and hungry hyenas lurking in the shadows of the bones of animals who had made the mistake by trespassing. Scar’s dark mane, yellow jealous eyes, and his clever manipulative antics are designed to make the viewers fear Scar and comprehend how he is the villain of the film.
My mom had stated her case and I knew I had to go. I threw on my slick black underarmour hoodie and my wrinkly black track pants. I shuffled around for my iPod because I knew it was going to be another boring car drive listening to my brother gloat about him and hockey, or so I thought.
“ You want me to calm down my only brother basically vanished out of thin air and we have no idea where he went so why should I calm down?”
The whistle blows and right way we tie up and he just starts punching. I back out, but while I’m backing out he rushes and throws me to the ground, luckily we were out of bounds. We tie back up and again a blow to the face with a clinched fist. No one sees that I 'm getting punched only I’m the one that knows he 's throwing punches. One more blow is all it takes for my nose to become a river of blood. At this point my face is starting to swell and turn red, but the I must finish the match. This just adds on to my rage. The whistle blows again and this time it 's our last tie up. I snap him down and crossface him so hard that the snot comes out of his nose. This is where the crowd goes insane because I just turned this
‘For god’s sakes, they can’t send me away because of a headache. But if you think I look suspicious why don’t you report me yourself, after all, you become their lackey more and more each day,’ I retorted, staring him down.
"Stop! Go away, get back on your side!" I bark the order at him like a drill sergent. He stops in his pursuit and looks me in the eye.