Benji Pic Novels & Stories

Bianca "Bambi?" Benji's voice drifts towards me, closer than I had anticipated. I look up to see him stepping into the room, his bare feet silently connecting with the cool tiled floor. A rush of confusion washes over him as he considers the precarious position I'm in. "Shit, Bianca?" he exclaims, the surprise lacing his voice. Before I can gather my thoughts, he gently rolls me onto my back, the warmth of his presence creating a stark contrast to the chill surrounding us.

Then, he began to pry the phone case off, making me raise an eyebrow. Inside the case was a small Polaroid picture. Benji handed it to me gently and I took it, flipping it over and raking my eyes over the people in the picture. I recognised Benji immediately - I'd been to his house and saw the pictures of him as a child all over the place - but didn't recognise the other children.

I'm not sure exactly what I'm expecting when I open the door. But, one thing I definitely wasn't expecting, was a shirtless Benji to be greeting me. Standing in the middle of the entryway leaning against the back of the couch is Benji, shirtless in all his glory. He's clad in only black athletic shorts hanging almost dangerously too low on his hips and a pair of running sneakers. His head is downturned, distracted by whatever message he's furiously responding to on his phone. Always busy with pack business. He types away for a few moments before carelessly tossing his phone to the couch, looking up to finally acknowledge my presence.

His head turned from her, his eyes on Benji sitting, wounded and lost. Peabody smiled. *** Red wine dribbled from Benji’s mouth. He did nothing, his hands and remaining fingers resting on the tablecloth, his dinner untouched. “He doesn’t eat much, does he,” Peabody said as he wiped the cracker crumbs from his hand onto the empty plate in front of him. “Not much. It’s hard to, I imagine, what with the lower part of his jaw, there on the left side, as you can see, basically gone.” She pushed the finished plate of crackers and cheese away.

“Explain Benji.” “Later, you fucking beast of a killing machine. When I didn’t think you could get any hotter, you upped the ante. I was wrong before when I told you, you were amazing. You’re more than amazing.” Benji replied with a huge smile as he picked me up, swung me around and kissed me.

His dark locks were dishevelled, and his top buttons were undone, leaving a peek of his chest. Benji: I got to go now. Your hubby is after my head for taking a picture of him. After that Benji went offline. I clenched my phone; why was I even bothered? He was probably having the time of his life with his boys. With that in mind, I tried to push away my thoughts, but there was this bugging feeling I had at the back of my mind.

“Looks like I caught you jerking off. What’s going on?” Richard stared at his brother darkly. He didn’t even know how they were brothers. Benji had dark, curly brown hair, and his eyes were a dark hazel with flecks of green. “What do you want?” Richard asked darkly. He didn’t want to deal with his brother's antics today. “I was in the neighborhood,” he said with a shrug, plopping down on a chair and kicking his feet up on Richard’s desk. “Get your damn feet down, you fucking animal,” Richard said with exasperation. Yep, Benji was going to be in fine form today.

Benji didn't wait for Scarlett to answer. He jogged toward the house, finding a reserve of energy somewhere deep inside of him. He changed into a T-shirt, shorts and sneakers, grabbed his camera equipment still in the bag, and the two blankets he kept on hand for outdoor shoots. This late in the day he knew Dixie wouldn't agree to getting out to do anything. She was preparing for the week, doodling in her planner, portioning out food and all the other stuff that a well organized woman did. Which was why his only option was to ambush her.

Levi greeted him cheerfully as he sat on the sofa, drinking alcohol. Benji bowed his head and nervously fidgeted with his hands. “D-Don L-Levi…” Levi grinned and set his glass down on the table. “Looks like you didn’t destroy Ana,” he said. Benji suddenly knelt down and trembled in front of Levi. “I-I don’t want to do it anymore, Don Levi! I-I can’t do it anymore!” He pleaded. Levi chuckled and laughed. “You know what I do to people who back out of my orders.”

Benji unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification to reveal a picture of a tall guy with blond hair and a petite woman with black hair. "Whoa," He almost salivated at the sight of the black-haired woman smiling cheerfully and beautifully that complimented her oval face so well. Clicking his tongue while keeping on zooming, he murmured, "No wonder why she catches our young master's interest. This woman is pretty even without makeup and fancy clothes."