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Nyx,Gage,andIare sitting in silence in the living room while we wait for Isabella to wake up, knowing that today is the day when we more than likely have to drop the bomb about who we are. We've talked the situation to fucking death which should make me laugh because we're fucking criminals and we don't sit around and chat or argue for that matter. However, there is not a goddamned thing about this shit that is funny. If I'm honest with myself, I'm fucking terrified of how she's going to react.
I just know, I have to tell her myself before she finds out from someone else.
The doorbell rings and all of us go on high alert in seconds. Who the fuck could be at our front door right now? Our property is gated for fuck sake. Each of us reaches for a gun at the same time like the well-oiled machine that we are. Being closest to the door, I pull my piece from the holster beneath the entry wall table and drop it to my side before swinging the door open.
A long-haired white dude stares back at me, his fist floating in mid-air like he was about to start banging on the door. Dressed in tight black jeans, a back v-neck, a black leather jacket, and black biker boots, he looks like some sort of emo band's lead singer. He doesn't scream'I'm here to fuck shit up'vibes but you never know these days.
"Who the fuck are you?" I grunt, not even attempting to hide my gun as it rests against my thigh. He grits his teeth but doesn't respond so I cock a brow, waiting for him to get on with it. When he still doesn't talk, I raise my Glock and tap it on my chest, letting him know it's there.
"Woah, what the fuck?" he mumbles, backing up a step.
"Again, who and the fuck are you?" I drawl, completely unbothered and seconds from slamming the door shut in his face.
Swallowing hard enough to make his Adam's apple bob, he stands up straight and takes a step in my direction. The hard set of his jaw tells me that he's pulled his big boy panties on and is ready to do whatever and the fuck he came here for. I've been bored as shit for the last few hours, waiting for my girl to wake up, so the prospect of a little action has me grinning like a maniac.
"Where is Isabella?" he asks coolly and I have to hand it to him, he's got a pair on him, that's for sure. Only a dude with a big set would be able to look me in the eyes even though I'm grinning like a crazy person and holding a gun while asking aboutmywoman.
The feeling of someone behind me lets me know that I'm not standing alone anymore and judging by the loud clunk of boots on the ground, I know it's Nyxon. Gage walks almost as silently as Stone, where Nyx and I sound like fucking Clydesdales.
"My brother asked you a question," Nyx growls. "I suggest you fucking answer him before I blow a hole in your pretty face."
"What? You think he's pretty? I thought I was the only pretty guy in this house?" I pout. The look the long-haired biker wannabe gives me is enough to have me cackling on the spot. Nyx grunts but says nothing as he steps closer to the guy who's now looking between us like we might offer him up as a sacrificial lamb or something.
He's not wrong.
"You look familiar," Gage murmurs, now coming to join the party. "You work for me, don't you?" It's not abnormal for Gage to sayhiminstead ofussince he's the front man for our businesses but since he's atRushway more than me and I know this dude's not fromThe Den,that must be where he works.
See, I'm smart. Look at my deduction skills, dad.
The thought makes me chuckle. The sound snaps the guys out of his staring contest with Gage. His wide eyes as he looks between us tell me he might just know who we are. Interesting. Finally, he sighs and runs his fingers through his long locks before jerking a nod. "Yeah, my name is Hunter Morris and I work atRush,but more than that, I'm Isabella's best friend and I know she's in there. I need to see her please? I've been scared as fuck and I just need to see she's okay."
There's a long pause before I hear two sets of retreating footsteps behind me which tells me that they've both given their silent okay. Neither of them would turn their back if they thought he was a threat and while I agree that we could take this skinny motherfucker out easily, I like playing with him. Staring him down, I let him see my crazy without dropping my gun or moving to let him in. His glare never wavers and if anything, he somehow puffs out his chest and appears larger than before. It irritates me.
“Where the fuck is she?” the douchebag shouts, further pissing me off. “You have to let me see her!” he demands.
“We actually don’thaveto do shit,” Nyx drawls, all arrogant as fuck. Turning to look behind me, I find him sitting on the couch without a care in the world. Gage is leaning casually against the wall next to the bar, arms and ankles crossed, in his power stance.
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“Hunter?” I hear a soft, sweet voice murmur quietly, though it sounds like a scream in the silent, tension-filled room.
“Ella!” The emo boy shouts, his face panicked. He immediately goes to move for her but I'm quicker. Stepping inHunter’spath, I cross my arms, looking down at him with a smirk. I'm thoroughly enjoying the few inches I have on this guy right now.
“Stop, Maddox, please,” Ella says quietly, breaking my will to continue fucking with this guy. “Hunter, how did you know I was here?”
Sighing, I finally take a step back, allowing him to pass. I fight the urge to stick my foot out and trip him when he glowers at me. Fuckface.
“I saw you called me the other night and tried to call you back yesterday, but your phone was disconnected. I called Giana and she told me you were here. What the fuck happened, Elle? Why are youhere?” he says as he marches towards Ella and stops inches from her body. I can tell from the twitch of his hands that he wants to reach out and touch her. The moment I heard her, I subtly tucked my Glock in my pants but if he touches her, I might have to pull it back out.
She's looking down but the second she finally brings herself to meet his gaze, he takes in bruises all over her face. Anger fills me at the sight just like it does every fucking time I see what the piece of fucking shit did to her.
A sharp inhale fills the silent space before Hunter shouts, "What the fuck?” My back stiffens. How fucking dare he yell at her? I'm going to kill him. "What did you fucking do to her?” he growls as he turns around to face us.
Stepping forward, I reach for my gun without even thinking, my eyes set on this motherfucker who just stormed intomyhouse, yelling atmygirl and accusing us of shit? Hell no.
Before things escalate, Ella pulls Hunter back to face her and shakes her head. Tears now pour rapidly down her face as she chokes out a sob, cracking my fucking heart in two.
