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"I'm not doing nothing, I'm just waiting," My dad responds to Liam.

"You're about to boss the fuck out of this shit and if for any reason you want to give up, just give me or Liam a shout and we'll come save your ass, k?"

So not ok.

"OK." I nod. I attempt to drown out the chatter and noise from around me with my music but every time I put the headphones in, someone comes up to me to say something and I zone out again.

"It's time to go, baby girl," Liam whispers to me, his face so close that I can feel his breath on my lips.

"OK."

Be cool. Be calm. Be confident.

Twenty-Two

Victor

Even though it's one of my father's men fighting, I’m not sure how welcome I'll be to attend considering the way things panned out between me and Charlie.

I hold no ill will towards her, despite what I can understand those that care about her believe and by some miracle, she doesn't seem to have any hatred for me.

She saunters in, the complete image of someone cool and collected, gives me a hug, asks me to secretly spike Theo, tells me she is joking, laughs, and off she goes. So simple. Elegant. Confident. I highly doubt she is truly feeling that way, but the air of it is the perfect persona for this evening’s events.

I've already drugged him, unbeknownst to her. I’m not going to tell her that - or anyone for that matter. I needed to do something in an attempt to gain the forgiveness she has already granted me, after all. I had no illusions of what I was doing. I know I need to do much, much more to truly attempt to gain her trust, but this is a start even if she will never be made aware of it.

I watch from the bar as the area fills with people. I know most of them or, if I don't know them personally, I recognise or have heard of them at least. It's how it often works in this world. You may not know someone, but you always know of them. Usually because of some story that has been told with dramatic changes to enhance the truth of the situation.

"Can I get you another, sweetie?" the bartender, Ben I believe his name was, asks.

I shake my head, but notice that his eyes aren't on me as he speaks, they are across the room. Out of curiosity, I allow my eyes to follow his line of sight. Gray. Ben is looking at him with an intensity and hunger I recognise. I wonder to myself if it is a one-sided crush or if Gray swings that way. I don't recall Charlie ever mentioning it, but perhaps she doesn't know. Or perhaps I've got it all wrong. Or perhaps it is simply not an advertised fact.

My mind takes me to unimaginable places as I witness made up images of Gray bending Ben over and pounding into him. The thought of it has me feeling more uncomfortable and hotter than I'd like. I haven't ever envisioned a man in a sexual way before, but the images keep coming and coming. I attempt to distract myself by looking around the room and taking in my surroundings but nothing does the trick, the images won't leave me. They are all I can see.

Gray on his knees.

Gray on his stomach, arse up.

Gray begging, pleading, screaming.

Fuck, I can imagine absolutely ruining him. I can imagine his hair soaked with sweat and cum as he looks up at me.

Shake out of it, for fuck’s sake.

I have no idea where or why the pictures of him naked for me are appearing, but they won't stop. I have absolutely no problem with anyone's sexuality but mine has always been very simply straight - until I noticed Ben watching him with desire, that is.

I'd only met him the once at Charlie's father's home when I explained myself to her. I wince just thinking about that day - not because of the physical pain caused - I'd had much worse but rather because of the devastation it had caused Charlie and the trust that we had grown that had been so irrevocably shattered.

It wasn't as simple as I'd made it out to be, but without jeopardising the person I care for most in the world, I couldn't very well go and explain that to anyone, could I? No, I need to protect them from anyone that could know of their existence and if that means taking the consequences of actions I wish I didn't have to take in the first place, then so be it. I am surprised that they believed that I'd taken action based off of threats towards my father considering how little love there was between us, but they did believe it and that's all that matters. I don't need questions asked that I don't wish to answer.

I realise that through the process of my thoughts wandering astray that I must still have been looking at Gray, who was now looking at me with eyes filled with hatred. Great. One more person to add to the list.

I can't help but notice how attractive he is. He has a rather boyish look about him that seems to appeal to me. I'm sure Charlie mentioned that he was a few years older than her, possibly around twenty-one, but he looks like the type of man that could be fifty and look half his age. He has an innocent look about him that I know holds no fact. He is far from an innocent person. Not a bad one that I am aware of, but certainly not innocent either.

His attire replicates that of a teenager in college with his grey tracksuit bottoms that get tighter towards his ankles and a dark hoodie that looks to be far too big on him. He has a slender body. He is built with muscle from what I saw the other day, but more of a swimmer’s fitness level than that of a fighter with hordes of muscle. Sandy blonde hair covers his head and sweeps lightly across his forehead. I'd noticed him moving his fringe out of the way the day at their father's but hadn't taken much notice of anything else about him. He's a few inches shorter than me, though given how tall I am, that's not a surprise.

Stop staring, Victor.

Right, right. I'm here for Charlie.

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