"I like talking to you," I say. It does nothing, he just responds to another text, "And I just saw your McLaren yesterday, we can take it for a drive if you want." He's too entranced texting, he doesn't respond. I nudge him with my foot. "Nah, don't feel like it," he finally says, starting to annoy me now. Who the fuck does he think he is to have me here begging for attention? "Look at me," I demand, putting some Alpha force into my voice. I can see him tense up and fight the need to obey me. If there's someone who could actually fight that need, it would be him, but right now he lifts his head and finally gives me those eyes, full of fire. This time it's me who's fighting against a force, the need to touch him. I swear I try, but my hand moves on his own until I'm holding his face, "You still mad at me?" "I don't give a shit about you, Saint Bernard," he responds with a harsh tone and tries to move away from me, but I don't like this behavior. I tighten my hold and keep him in
Luckily, I stashed a joint in my pocket before leaving, so I find a comfy little place and sit down to smoke and set up a date with my Dolly. So I can finally fuck her again. And then spend the rest of my life with her. "Hello my baby," she responds at the second ring. I smile and sit down against a log, close to the zoo, "How's your day?" "It was boring, but now I have great news," I say and start telling her about the Carson Crew being over and how we can find a place together in the city. "Are you joking?!" He squeals and keeps going for a few seconds, super excited. Her happiness fills my chest and that's how I know I'm in love with her, "We can live together, for real?" "For real, baby," I respond, then she starts going again. I laugh and look to the left for just one second, a shinny little thing on the floor capturing my attention, "You know more about the city, so you should start looking for places you like." I reach to grab the little thing and then I stop paying atten
Three days later, it's all done. I look at the mess I just created with a smile on my face. The warehouse the Carson Crew used as headquarters is gone, it blew up with some of them still inside. I won’t lie, it was the coolest moment of my life. "Now what?" Brody asks. He helped me out a little bit but I definitely did most of the work. And today was the first day I talked to him since the whole Mom Situation, "Don't we have to run away or something? There's people here." "Nope, it's fine if they see. Elio wants me to let it be known we did this," I say and look at the flames, "But we should go out to eat and come back once it's no longer burning, then I'll leave the mark." "Fine," Brody sighs, "I don't like this job." "Humans die all the time," I murmur and turn him around to continue walking. The nosy people who were looking at what we did run back inside their places, "And those were the bad ones anyway." "Yeah, I guess," he murmurs and we look around for a place to eat. We
"Why?! Why are you like this?!" She growls and attacks me, but she's fired up with tears in her eyes, “Why do you hate me so much?" “Are you stupid?! I hate you because you suck! You're a shit mother.” “You are a shit son! You've always been such a fucking shit," she growls, hitting me again, "I TRIED! I tried with you, but you're so fucking difficult. You have no idea what it was like trying to raise you. I was losing my life because of you.” “That's what happens when you're a mother.” “No. It was you. I saw my sisters with their sweet kids... you were not sweet. You were born bitter and angry at life and what’s even the reason? I was a good mom at first, I actually tried.” “Not good enough. I was an alpha kid, it required more effort. You were out most of the week, my father is a weak man, I raised myself. But I saw how it could've been if you actually put in more effort, if things were different, I saw the way my life could've gone. But because of you, it didn't. I stayed bitt
“It felt nice to go on that trip. I’ve wanted to be friends with Birdie for a while, I knew we would get along but I wasn’t expecting to feel so… protective of him,” she starts, then turns those angry eyes onto me, “I don’t like the way you treat him. I think you should either man-up and accept you like him or leave him alone. You’re toxic.” “Me?! I’m not toxic, he is!” I fight, but then I realize Birdie is not exactly toxic yet because we’re not together yet, “I mean, he would be toxic if we were… together. I’m just…” “Making sure you’re never together? Yeah, you’re doing a great work,” she scoffs, “He decided to go back to Dolly. And look, she’s not the worst… but I don’t like her. When they were together, Birdie obsessed over her and ignored everything else. And she loves that obsession. It’s not healthy. But when I tried to tell him you’re a better option, I actually just shut up because even though you’ve been nice to me, you’re nothing but an asshole to him, so… I think it’s b
Next day, I wait for Elio to finish having breakfast with Birdie and as soon as he gets in the truck with me, I know Birdie talked about my mom with him. He obeyed me. “Good morning, Sir,” I say, ignoring the tug of arousal in my groin because Eros did what I told him to do. “Morning,” he murmurs and puts the seatbelt on, then sighs as I drive away, “Saint, kid… I won’t beat around the bush with you, your mother is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.” Pff. She’s average at best. Definitely the ugly sister, that’s why she’s the way she is. But for human standards, I guess she is very pretty. And I’m also extremely handsome. But it’s only because they haven’t seen truly attractive people. “I'm interested in her, just to be clear. I'm not asking permission, I’m simply explaining,” he says, his voice just as neutral as always, like he doesn’t give a shit either way because he’s so self-assured, he knows my response won’t ever waver his plans. “Well, thanks for the explanat