D walks towards me. He is wearing sweats and his hair looks like he has been dragged through a hedge, so I must have disturbed him. “Did I wake you?”
“No, I came down for some water and Simon was out front. He mentioned you were in here, just wanted to check in.”
“I'm fine, just pent up.”
“Uh huh. Is that code for you getting impatient for some blood?” He smirks, knowing me too damn well.
“I'm just frustrated. Sex ain't working, but this will do for now. We need to make some headway on this, D. If Aaron doesn't come back with anything soon, I think we should just bring them all in. I don't like fucking traitors in our family.” All the frustration that I have managed to push back in the last hour has returned in full force.
“I know, I'm pissed too, but there is no point unless we have all the info of who is involved. They may still continue with whatever they are planning without Jake's crew. We need to be smart. Take the head off the snake, not just the tail.”
“Yeah, yeah. Just fuck off back to bed, D.” I know he is right but I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“We will get them, Lev. I promise. I have always promised that this family comes first, yeah?”
Loyalty is the heart of our family. Without it we have nothing. Dima has never steered us wrong before. I know his words are full of sincerity.
“Got it, now get out, D.”
He smiles. “See you tomorrow, fucker.”
I head back to my room and begin to wash off all the sweat and frustration. Fuck. I need to break some bones or cut some skin. I am going insane. Aaron needs to come through, and soon, before I take the doe-eyed little shit down to the pen instead. Although I have a feeling the sick fuck would enjoy it.
As soon as my thoughts turn to the little shit, all I see are those big brown eyes.Doe. Such a shame. I would love to ruin him, to have him crying and begging at my feet for my dick. Christ, I could cum just thinking about it, my cock is hard enough. Nope, not going there, he is a distraction and an absolute nightmare that I just know is going to cause problems.
Ignoring my dick for the first time in my life, I dry off and walk towards my bed, thinking of anything to calm me down.
Fucking doe.
Chapter 7 - Aaron
Afterpickingupsomebeer and food from our local store, I head back home desperate for warmth. I’ve nearly lost all feeling in my fingers. When I walk in, Jake and Tommy are in the kitchen talking, so I ignore them as I start to put stuff away in the cabinets.
“You’ve been gone over an hour,” Jake says.
Typical statement from Jake. I’m always out too long, on the phone too long, basically everything I do is wrong and he’s always suspicious. It’s fucking suffocating.
“Well, it was busy. I got back as soon as I could.” I move to put the beers and milk in the fridge.
“Shay is back. He’s resting so don't bother him. We need him better as soon as possible. You listening?” Jake says.
“Yeah, that's great he’s home.”
Tommy scoffs. “No thanks to you.”
He walks out of the apartment, and I silently pray he gets hit by a car. I think the mere fact that I exist annoys Tommy. How we’ve all lived together this long and haven’t killed each other yet is beyond my comprehension.
Moving around the kitchen, there is an uneasy shift in the air. Jake’s watching me. The familiar sensation of acid rises up my throat. I have to get away. Being on my own with him is torture.
I swiftly finish up and hurry down the corridor to my room. My room is next door to Shay’s, so I quickly look over my shoulder–no sign of Jake–and softly knock on Shay’s door before pushing down the handle.
Shay looks up from where he’s lying in bed. The bruises on his face are starting to turn yellow and green, and his eyes are slightly swollen. He winces as he tries to move himself up the bed, so I rest my hands on his arms to stop him.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” I whisper.
“Sore, but I'll be okay.”
A beat of awkward silence stretches between us. I don't know what to say.
