  ***POV - Melaena 
  &quot;MEL!&quot; Kiara grabs me into a bear-collapsing hug as soon as my feet cross the threshold and she s not letting go. &quot;Never do that to me again, bitch.&quot;  
  I smile and try to wiggle out of her arms cause I swear she s restricting the blood flow to my lower regions. 
  &quot;What happened to those weak arms of yours?&quot;  She immediately drops her hands and glares at me. 
  &quot;Gmf, making jokes at a time like this.  It was a one-night weakness, ok.  Only happens whenever I need an ANNOYING guy s help.&quot;  We both burst out in laughter leaving Jackson with a WTF expression saying &quot;I don t even want to know.&quot;  
  &quot;Ok, go get out of those bloody clothes, whatever they are.&quot;  She wiggles her fingers at me and pulls her face as if she s Valentina and I just crashed her stage with a Prado outfit. 
  &quot;Yeh, why are you re we

  ***POV - Melaena 
  Damion left me and Kiara under Axel s command in the VIP section to go get ready with his band.  And I say command in the best way possible.  After the incident with Harry, the guys are set on guarding Kiara and me, but it s getting ridiculous - some or other annoying cockhead is with me ALL the time, no matter where I go - class, dance, horse riding, home, even shopping.  Look, I love the guys, but having one of them around 24/7 is not ideal for my sensitive moral.  
  'Stay in the VIP section until I return and don t you dare try something stupid!   I imitate Damion s words before he left in my head, pulling a face to match my ambiance.  Gmf, as if I do something stupid all the time.  I don t see myself trying to escape this insane guardianship a few times as stupid.  And nothing happened anyway.  But you would believe that it was the end of the world the way ever

  ***POV - Melaena 
  The house is empty and I fall onto the sofa and fling my legs over the backside.  I take my phone from my pocket extremely happy that it seems to have dried out and is working. I message Kiara.  
  Mel:  Where are you bitch?  I m home. 
  I urgently need to talk to my best friend about Damion s experiments and hear what she thinks about everything. 
  She answers almost immediately. 
  Kiara:  Late class.  Will see you soon.  I ll pick up burgers. 
  There s a knock on the door and as I didn t lock it, I just yell for the person to enter.  I glance over the side of the sofa expecting one of my brothers, just to find a total stranger standing in my living room.  
  He s around Uncle John s age with greying dark hair and dark eyes.  He has scars all across his face and arms as if he was in a terrible accident.  I know I ve seen him before, but for all the money in the

***POV - Melaena 
  &quot;MEL!&quot; Kiara grabs me into a bear-collapsing hug as soon as my feet cross the threshold and she s not letting go. &quot;Never do that to me again, bitch.&quot;  
  I smile and try to wiggle out of her arms cause I swear she s restricting the blood flow to my lower regions. 
  &quot;What happened to those weak arms of yours?&quot;  She immediately drops her hands and glares at me. 
  &quot;Gmf, making jokes at a time like this.  It was a one-night weakness, ok.  Only happens whenever I need an ANNOYING guy s help.&quot;  We both burst out in laughter leaving Jackson with a WTF expression saying &quot;I don t even want to know.&quot;  
  &quot;Ok, go get out of those bloody clothes, whatever they are.&quot;  She wiggles her fingers at me and pulls her face as if she s Valentina and I just crashed her stage with a Prado outfit. 
  &quot;Yeh, why are you re wearing Damion s clothes?&quot;  Jackson looks at me with his suspicious face.  Damn. 
  &quot;I 

Chapter 30 Kicking some balls