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“Was,” I mutter, turning and meeting Roman’s serious gaze as he looks between Drake and me. “Now he’s just another stranger, I’ll have to add him to my long list of people I no longer need or want in my life.”
“I bet it’s getting longer every day,” he says with a regretful smirk.
“Better than a long list of regrets,” I mumble quietly, but I’m sure he hears it. “Any who what the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, raising a brow teasingly. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he just came from arendezvouswith whatever prissy rich girl he left in the apartment. Because I’d be blind to not notice he’s totally giving off just fucked vibes. Drake may be a poor kid from the slums but to these pretentious princesses he’s a ticket straight to bad boy heaven. Tattooed, sexy as fuck, mixed in with a shit ton of danger, he’s their dream come true and daddy’s train straight to the looney bin.
“I’ve been staying here sometimes, planning on moving out here pretty soon,” he says, as if it’s the most normal thing.
I raise my brow again tauntingly, “Let me guess, you also bought this with that mystery high paying job you’re surely under qualified for.”
“Trust me I’m perfectly qualified,” he says, meeting me with a teasing smirk of his own. Well fuck me.
“Alright, no judgement here, you do you Dragon,” I turn about to head down the stairs but he stops me before I can take a step forward.
“Wait,” he says, and fuck if it isn’t getting irritating to keep having to stop. Why can’t I just get the fuck out of here?
“What now Dragon, I’m kind of in a rush?”
“Can you not tell anyone I’m staying here; I haven’t told the guys yet and I kind of want to make it a surprise, planning on bringing them here this weekend.” I nod my head in acceptance. Although all of this feels rather sketchy, I have way too much shit going on in my life to start worrying about others.
“I’m a vault Dragon,” I say, gesturing to zip my mouth and throw away the key.
“Thanks Wolfe, you need a ride back?” he asks, turning to look back in Roman’s direction when we hear a door slam shut.
“Are you sure yourbosswill let you sneak off for a moment?” I ask, teasing him once again.
His dark green eyes flicker with a gleam of amusement and my boldness. “I’m my own boss, Wolfe, always.”
“If you say so Dragon, if you say so”.
We make it down the staircase and to the parking lot of the apartment building that resembles more of an outdoor motel, but instead of homeless and drug addicts roaming the grounds, there are decent looking folks with department store clothes and American made sedans. Though, just as we’re walking over to Drake’s coupe parked a few spots away, a black luxury SUV with tinted ass windows swerves into the lot abruptly breaking before it rams into us. In a matter of seconds the driver exits jumping out of the driver seat and rounds the car moving to stand before us.
A loud chuckle escapes Drake to my right as Sebastian glares angrily at the two of us standing here in the parking lot. I roll my eyes at Drake’syou’re totally screwed laughall the while managing not to break eye contact with Sebastian who looks like he’s about to murder someone. I’m also smart enough not to bother questioning how he figured out I was here, knowing well enough there’s nothing around here that he isn’t aware of. I don’t even argue with him knowing exactly why he's here. I just simply turn to Drake, who watches me with curious eyes, wondering what is about to happen next. “Looks like I've found myself a ride, at least now you can get back to thatjobof yours.”
He grins widely, laughing at my mocking remark, as he places a hand on my shoulder, “See you around school Wolfe.”
I don’t respond or look back at Drake as I take off heading straight for Bass’s SUV, not bothering to speak to him or make any eye contact. I casually walk up to the passenger door, tug it open and hop inside before slamming the door behind me. It takes him a moment, if I’m being honest I think he might be slightly confused at my willingness to cooperate, before he rounds the car once again hoping into the driver seat beside me. I fasten my seatbelt and turn to stare out the window, directing my attention toward the closed door of my brother’s apartment which is still in my view. I’m not sure what this little reunion means for us, or if I will ever see him again, but the fact that he’s here in Hillcrest, near my friends, I’m sure he’ll be around. The only question is, will I let him?
Sebastian takes my silence and compliant attitude in stride, surely realizing the drama that must have gone down between Roman and I. For once I applaud his ability to read the situation and not make matters worse. I’m not sure how I’d respond were he to start badgering me asking for a play by play. He just simply turns on the ignition, shifts the gear into reverse, very sexily I might add with one arm reaching behind my headrest even though he has one of those back up cameras in his fancy car, and speeds down the street heading to, well who knows where.
After about ten minutes, in which he very intelligently brought me back to campus instead of to his beach house, probably thinking he wouldn’t get the chance to fuck me again were he to take me to his house. He’s probably right, I don’t think I have the strength to fuck him again. Not without telling him about mysituation, and I don’t see that happening anytime soon. Being with Sebastian is not only exhilarating and equally exhausting, but it’s also physically, mentally, and emotionally draining. Every part of my body, mind, and soul, goes into being with him. I give up control, hand myself over to him, and lose sense of everything I believe. You would think that would be liberating, not having to make decisions or think about what to do, about the consequences, just simply letting him take over and make me feel good, but he somehow manages to bring out every emotion in me, dragging it to the surface, spilling it out for all to see. The good, the bad, the unknown hidden deep within. Given everything that’s transgressed between us, I should steer clear of him. I understand I’m setting myself up for heartache, but I can’t find the strength to walk away.
He parks the car on the street in front of the Dahlia House, which of course is a strict no parking zone, like he cares, turning off the engine, waiting for me to exit first. But I don’t. I don’t speak, I don’t move. I don’t turn to face him and it’s the acknowledgment or lack thereof that pushes his final ticking button.
“You’re not going to ask me how I knew where you’d be?” he asks, breaking the deafening silence. His gaze turns to me as mine remains focused on the dashboard. I chuckle lightly, the fact that he thinks I don’t know why he was there is frankly hilarious. Of course he knew. Not only did he see me get in the uber after school, but he must have known that was where Roman was living. I still don’t know the extent of his involvement with my brother, but it couldn’t have been just a coincidence of him showing up that night Chaz was murdered. They must have met on plenty of occasions if he’s involved in their little group.
I hear him groan beside me, his whole body shifting toward me, “Why are you laughing?” he snarls angrily. The tension around us thickens, the car suddenly feels as if all the air has been sucked out of it, as the windows begin fogging with our heavy breathing.
“The fact that you still think I am not aware of your influence around here,” I pause, finally turning to face him, “About the absolute power you seem to hold. It’s honestly…” I don’t finish my statement, choosing instead to turn the inquisition on him. “Just tell me one thing,” I pause and notice a glimpse of something, if I thought it could be possible, resembling fear flash through his eyes. “How long have you known him?”
He closes his eyes, bringing his right hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples with his thumb and middle finger in a remorseful way. “I told you I’ve known he was your brother since around Thanksgiving,”
“I’m asking how long he’s been here, a part of your little gang.”
“He’s not part of us Jade, he was Wesley’s lackey for about five years. Wesley used to say he found him practically dead in front of some underground fight club andsavedhis life. If anything he just used it as an excuse to guarantee his loyalty, but even Roman knew Wesley was a pathetic son of a bitch, so he double crossed him and began working for Marchesi, well you know him as Macallan. Little did Roman know, he might have been fucking with the devil, but then jumped into bed and got fucked in the ass with his eviler counterpart.”
I sit in disbelief. My brother has been here in Hillcrest, working for Wesley, since the day he left me back in Providence. Five fucking years, which means that money he used to send, was Wesley’s dirty, blood money. My stomach churns, vomit threatening to expel if I don’t get out of here.
