Xander huge hands cupped her face, bringing it closer to his stroking her gently. “Go, look for somewhere safe to stay. Here have this.“ He gave her his mobile phone, ignoring the confusion furrowed on her forehead. “Why do you think I would leave you for the second time? Do you know what I passed through believing you were dead? “ She objected. “Lena…” He started his journey to make her understand. “I need you to understand the situation.“ He whispers, they locked gazes and she saw the exact pain she passed through reflected in his eyes. “No!“ She refuted stubbornly. “How can you trust him?“ She glared at Brutus. “It's not my job to trust. It's the other way around.“ A frown is displayed on Brutus's face. “I will kill myself.“ Lena breathed out her chest heaving, her tears pouring. “Selena, what the hell?!“ He raised his voice at her, his insides wrenched up at such thought. “You are not going to come back this time. So why should I live?“ He held her arms tight as he slammed
“Xander!“ A shrill familiar scream reached his ears. Fumes of flames engulfed the living room, the burning heat drying up whatever sweat drops tried to form on his skin. There was only one passageway with less fire in the house. He can go through there.“Hey. It's fine. I am coming.“ Uncertainty clogged his voice. It was most definitely not fine. He felt pressure building inside of him to make it in time and save her. It was enough to crush him from within but he needed to have some composure. If they can both make it alive it would be a miracle. He reached for a blanket strewn on the floor and wrapped himself with it to provide little protection before sauntering through the flames of hell tearing down every part of his home. “Xander… I am starting to burn. I can't breathe.“ Her voice became faint, almost inaudible to hear. His heart raced for the first time in fear of what can happen. He prays no harm comes to her. He would personally kill Estoc, his blood boiled hotter than the
Lena couldn't understand what he meant, she was taken aback by his request. She stuttered as she repeated his request, “Sleep with you for the night?“ She watched as he nodded, his index finger coiling the ends of her hair around his fingers before letting it cascade down to her shoulders once more, his fingers stuck in a reptitive state. She was distracted by his presence and everything he did to her, whether it is his eyes gazing at her or his fingers carressing her in all the ways she never knew.“Xander, do our relationship permit that? It's a bit inappropriate don't you think?“ He lowered his hands from her hair at her statement, tracing her strained neck column straining to look at him in a raised position. He relaxed her neck, dipping his head down instead to look at her his body opened more for her to rest on him. Her head falling on his chest, little strands of hair smeared on his previously damp body.“I don't think it's inappropriate in the very least, If I have your perm
The stillness that hovered over the stream calmed her down. She walked further from the house, hiding her fingers in the hoodie pockets that seemed to weigh on her, it had the familiar scent of someone. Someone she would rather not think of. A heavy hoodie, thick boots and a pair of pants were what she needed for this unsavoury winter weather. Xander wouldn't approve of her going this far away from the house but to hell with him, she twitched her lips in annoyance. She tried her best to avoid him and most often he goes out in the early hours of the money and comes back late in the afternoon, she pretended she was asleep and oblivious that he often comes to her room late at night to draw the duvet over her. One thing she misses though was his cooking, she had to deal with her terrible cooking and terrible minor burns. It was quite odd she had no innate knowledge about the kitchen. The whole concept of cooking and preparing food was kind of new. Like she forgot how to do that as we
Feeling weary, she stepped back a bit only to hit something hard. Her feet failed in keeping her upright she faltered a bit only for large hands to wrap themselves around her waist. She jerked out, startled and turned around only to see a confused expression of the one person she has been avoiding all week. He had his dark locks down, framing his face his week-old stubbles forming a smooth film of black beard. She rose her eyes to meet his, noticing how weary and tired they were. His brown eyes were sprinkled with golden freckles. “Lena“ He started, she stepped forward wanting no conversation. It felt heavy between them and for some reason she had no idea what it was but one thing she knew it made her heart feel heavy, her soul unyielding. His presence had some effect and she wanted to avoid it. “It was just you all along” She breathed, hugging her arms around her chest. It was getting colder. “Were you expecting another person?“ He asked. She walked slowly away from him, befor
Lena peeled of her wet dripping boot and stepped into the flops by the side of the door. She trembled badly, her legs unable to stand or move properly, the cold seeped into her bones making her almost stiff. Xander passed a brief concerned glance at her before trudging to the hallway that led to his room. Lena followed, the need to peel off her wet trousers pressing, she needed drier clothes to at least warm herself up. She found a jogger pants and a matching hoodie, it looked bigger than her size she already guessed who it belongs to. Xander's sister definitely shares his wardrobe with him. Wearing it over her head, she welcomed the familiar cologne that hit her nostril, his spicy male scent. She felt slightly warmed by the change into drier clothes, her hair still damp and tangled into little threadlike forms falling down her back. It felt depressing in her room, so she decided to step out into the living room and see if she can shake the cold off her body. Shivering between st
Little streams of sunlight's escaped through the window finding it's ways to rest on Jack's face. He stirred awake, disturbed by the lightHe was laid on a bed, his chest wrapped in a bandage of some sort, his body drenched in awful aches and agonizing pain that seared from his chest all over.It has been more than a week he was strapped to this bed, unconscious most of the days. He had thought the bullet Xander shot him had killed him, but he thanked his stars he survived. His breathing struggled as the doctor treating him reported their was a scratch past his lungs but he was recovering well regardless and soon he would be on his feet.In contrary his partner laid six feet underground, dead and gone. He had no touchy feelings for Brutus but he had to acknowledge he took the bullet and caused a distraction and this is a key factor on why he, Jack is alive today.The door was pushed open and it was the last person he wanted to set his sight on. Estoc. The average heighted man with
How is Alex?“He asked. Jack found himself baffled at his question, he didn't ask how he was faring and showed no remorse Brut died but he wanted to know how Alexander was doing. He wanted to give a snarky response but he knew the consequences would be his tongue chopped off. He managed a response, “He is doing far well than we expected and still very good at hiding.“ Estoc smiled expecting nothing less than what he heard. Xander was everything he wished his other men were. Estoc regarded him with the respect Alexander earned and treated him in the business just like a brother. He was treated like Famiglia. He trusted Alex with his life even with the change of circumstances in their relationship, he would give him the same amount of trust if he decides to return today. Alex knew everything about him but he knew nothing of Alexander. He remained mysterious in all of his dealings and became more renowned in the business than his master. He led operations, and dangerous missions, re