I smirked as I watched Traci, and another girl Lacey prance around in their skimpy little lace outfits trying to catch my attention. Ace and I were the only two guys left in the mansion for the weekend. We had received a call early this morning that someone had fucked us over, so Samoa Joe, Homicide, and Cabana took off to go deal with that. I was still healing from my rib injury caused by sir Samoa Joe, king of the assholes, and Ace was just too fucking hung over from last night. Though, it was good that some stayed to take care of the mansion or else bitches would have left.

"Why don't you just fucking take your clothes off instead of playing with the hem like that?" I said to Traci, who was looking at me seductively as she brought the shirt up to reveal her stomach. If you could even fucking call it a shirt. I could practically see through the damn thing, and it was really skimpy.

"Why don't you teach me a lesson, Punk?" Traci murmured, walking over and crawling into my lap, "I've been a really bad girl," She murmured, placing her lips against my neck.

I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to fool around with this slut. I shoved her off and then raised up from the seat, demanding she get the fuck out of my sight. She fell to the ground out of surprise, her eyes widening as she looked up at me. She scooted a bit back, away from me. She had only saw this side of me a couple of times, and it had never been directed at her. She had always been one of the girls who I would gladly take to my room and fuck until the wee hours of the morning.

The other girl looked just as shocked as Traci was, and I rolled my eyes as I headed for the door. I didn't know what the fuck was wrong with me, but tonight I did not want to be around those bitches. I slammed the door behind me as I made my exit from the room and headed down towards my own room, though when I passed by Samoa Joe, I heard some noise coming from the inside.

I opened the door, not knowing who to inspect inside. Samoa Joe was gone, so I didn't know if one of the whores had slept in his room last night or not. My eyes widened a bit in surprise when I saw Skylar sitting in the corner of his room, by the large bay window, reading a book. I turned around to leave when I saw that it was only her, though her soft voice made me halt.

"Punk, where are you going?"

Samoa Joe voice came to my mind, repeating over and over again that I was to stay away from her. He wanted all of us away from her which is probably why she was in his room now. I had saw him act like this before. He was becoming possessive over her. He was looking at her as a piece of property; his property. He wanted the rest of us to keep our hands off the merchandise, and I planned on doing just that. I didn't need the bitch to give me anymore problems. Things were just now going back to normal.

"I was just checking to make sure no idiots tried breaking in," I told her, as I placed my hand on the door knob once more.

"I didn't ask you why you came in," She rolled her eyes, "I asked where are you going?"

"Why does it fucking matter?" I groaned.

What was it with bitches and their smart-assness or bring sluts today? I couldn't get a break. Traci had turned her slut on and now Skylar was trying to be a damn smart ass. I was already past annoyed, and almost to the point of being pissed off, so she really needed to watch what left her mouth.

"I was just asking," She stated calmly, running her fingers through her hair after sitting the book down on the table.

"Yeah well, don't fucking ask," I retorted heading for the door.

"So, you're going back to beingthatPunk."

I was nearly out the door when she said that, however, that statement caused me to stop dead in my tracks. I turned around, my eyebrows furrowing up in a mess as I looked over at her. Her slender arms were crossed over her chest as she looked at me. She seemed to be standing her ground. She seemed to be a bit more confident than when she first arrived here, though it had been a couple of weeks now. She had learned more about our character. She had learned that we weren't the monsters that everyone believed us to be.

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about, Skylar, and I'm not going to stay in here and play mind games with you. Samoa Joe wants me away from you, and I'm going to follow his command," I said, and opened my mouth to finish what I had to say however she cut me off.

"Is Samoa Joe your boss or something?" She questioned, licking over her lips, "You don't seem like the type to take orders from someone else."

I knew what she was doing. I had saw this time and time before. She was trying to turn me against Samoa Joe. She was hoping to use one of us off the other for a distraction so she could find a way out or break us all apart in an attempt to weaken our strength, though it wasn't going to work. Many had tried before and they all had failed.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, so don't stand here and fucking pretend like you've got me figured out."

"I do have you figured out though," She stated. "You're not as bad ass as you want everyone to believe."

"I'm not?" I questioned in a dangerous tone as I walked closer to her, hoping to put some fear back into those chocolate eyes.

"Nope," She replied in a rather cheery tone, which made me grit my teeth together, "I've saw the other side of you now, Punk."

"Like I said, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about. You may think you saw another side of me, but I'm the same mother fucker you met on the first day. So just fucking remember that, Skylar."

"You're not though," She said, standing her ground.

"Oh really?" I replied, rather sarcastic, "How am I not?"

"Because, instead of calling me slut or some other vulgar term, you've referred to me as Skylar."

Licking over my lips I stared deeply into her eyes, realizing she was right. I hadn't called her slut since Samoa Joe incident in the kitchen. I had called and referred to her as Skylar, which meant I was getting over her running from me. The pissed off emotion she had locked inside of me was slowly fading away, though if I allowed her to see that then she would think she could walk all over me, which was one thing she couldn't.

"You want me to call you slut again?" I questioned, glaring at her.

"Well, no," She pursed her lips together, "But--"

"Then shut the fuck up," I hissed before heading out the door once again. This time I managed to make it out before she could say anything to stop me, and I slammed it behind me.

I had to make sure Samoa Joe didn't know about the incident that we had just had. If he found out I had talked to her, even if it was only for a couple of minutes then he would over react and lose his fucking mind. She needed to understand that shit. She didn't have any rights in this house anymore. She had lost them all. She was now Samoa Joe's little slave, and I didn't see that changing anytime soon.