“Maybe you are smarter than most,” I sigh, “I’m still keeping my promise, I’m trying not to break her heart.”
“Good. Can I ask one more question?” his inquisitive mind asks. I nod my head. “Where does that leave me?”
“Someone else is protective of her, and themself,” kid may be like the rest of us, counting the people that matter, and looking out for others.
“I’m just asking, man. Jeez. It’s been me and her, and sometimes Lilly, and sometimes Brayden,” he starts to pick at his jeans.
“I give him choices, it’s his life and his voice.”Charlotte’s voice echoes in my ears. I’ll try her way.
“What would you like?” You would think the question was like a loaded weapon, where no one wanted to touch it. He shrugs. “Oh, no. You’re not going quiet on me now.”
He leans forward on his knees, wiggling my arm away from him “I guess, I’d like you to stick around. Maybe teach me things that Lottie tries to avoid.”
“You want me to be your uncle?”
“That would require you to marry her,” he turns his head, his eyes peeking through his red hair, “are you?”
Cheeky fucker, “Maybe one day. But not soon.”
He turns back to his jeans, “I guess, you’d technically be an uncle.”
“How about this, you’d let me know what you want to view me as, and I’ll respect it. Finn, I’ll be there for you, just like I am with her. That I can promise.”
He chuckles, “I guess you’re not a total grump, maybe there is some happiness in you.”
“You have her to thank.” I say as we both looked to the sky.
I never expected him as well, the little kid, the protector of his aunt and her own angel, would make me consider a future and where he wants me in it.
But as I closed the door to the adjoining room next to mine, and let him sleep, the thought of the future of us, fills the darkest parts of my heart and mind.
Topaz messaged me letting me know that they had gotten to the foundation okay, and she was waiting on Charlotte to finish up and speak with the residents.
As I walked down the hall, I considered sleeping for a bit, but something in me is restless, waiting for what is to come, or if anything does come. I notice Greer pondering, his face scrunches, his lips pursed. Something is eating away at him, from the miniature outburst he had earlier, his mind looks like it’s still racing, chasing a thought.
“You keep thinking over there, your mind might catch on fire and you’ll live up to your name.” I jokingly say.
He ignores me, or he’s so lost in thought it’s concerning. But it’s not until I catch sight of Joaquin staring intensely at his computer.
“Am I missing something here, or are you two dumbasses losing brain cells from lack of sleep?” I ask, moving closer to Joaquin. His bright computer screen illuminates his face. His screen looks like it’s running data searches, finding a needle in the haystack. He scrunches his eyes, he’s muttering something. Greer pops up, coming towards the counter that Joaquin is hunching over.
“We’ve been talking,” he says.
“Out of the two of you? The silent one and the one out for blood.” I raise an eyebrow.
“We had a nagging question after Cedric gave us the list and the meeting with the Falcons.” Greer says.
I’m going to blame it on the lack of sleep. I think between the events of the past couple weeks and everyone being on edge, we can be squirrelly. I don't know whether it’s stress or anything else. I shake my head, “Can’t this wait?” I groan pushing back. Sleep is beckoning my name, and these idiots want to look into something that was never mentioned outside or inside a meeting.
“How long has this hunch or nagging feeling been going on? It can’t be since the kid gave us the list.” the last bit of anger pushes through.
Greer throws his hands in defense, and shakes his head. Joaquin steps in, “We, I mean, we didn’t know anything. It was a gut feeling.”
I stepped closer to him, “What was a gut feeling?” the veins in my forehead bulge out. “You better fucking talk Greer or I grab you by the collar and drag your ass in front of Rawlings,” I bare my teeth, I’m fuming, beyond pissed.
“It’s hunch. Much like you keeping things hidden from us, figuring out how they were transporting the drugs!” Greer raises his voice.
In a flash, my fists connect with his face, his bones smashing into my closed fists. I don’t think I put enough power behind it to do some permanent damage. But the damn Prospect has gone overboard and has forgotten his place and it's about time that he remembers until he's patched in he doesn't keep anything else from us much less form an opinion.
