Novel & Cerita Subaru X Julius

"There's nobody inside! We've already cleared the place. You're only going to get yourself killed by going back in there. Stay out here, understood?" Julius spat at their feet and staggered back through the crowd, heading to his car. He leaned over, spitting into the grass, feeling nauseated. Reaching into his pocket, he touched the pair of Jenny's silk panties, rubbing the fabric thoughtfully. They were threadbare now, something he'd stolen from her room when he was eighteen. He watched as the fire truck hosed down the building, wishing he'd had the chance to take another pair.

Leo purred, his voice thick and low. Leo lunged into the driver's seat, his hands instantly gripping the steering wheel. I slid smoothly into the front passenger seat, pulling Julian’s heavy, warm suit jacket tight around my shoulders to hide the red stains on my black silk shirt. Julian climbed into the back seat right behind me, his massive frame completely filling the small space. His large, calloused hand reached forward, wrapping around the back of my leather seat, his fingers brushing against the hair at the base of my neck just to maintain physical contact.

Julian says walking over with a glass of water. He hands it to X and he takes a sip but scrunches his face as if it were painful to swallow. “I’m gonna go back to sleep, I’m so tired,” X says and groggily tries to stand up but Julian holds him up by the arm and helps him up and they slowly walk over to X’s room. Julian comes out a minute later, “it’s like taking care of a baby,” he whispers. I can’t help but to smile at his remark.

A B L A C K D O D G E SRT’s roaring engine gradually died down as the vehicle pulled up from the freeway and into the drive-in that led to a gate where a sentinel suddenly got up from his post and rushed to receive the car. “Where are you headed, ma'am?” asked the sentinel who was tall but not that tall, mostly average height. The driver’s tinted window slid down and Susan Claire’s face came into view. She arched one end of her lips to give a smiling expression while noticing that the sentinel had across his chest just below his left shoulder which revealed his name as 'Julio'.

‘How perfect would it be if he changed. ‘Regardless, he did what he did…’ “Thanks, Juls.” Every time she remembers what he did seven years ago, a nervous feeling always creeps up in her heart. Even now, just being with Julius gives her horrible flashbacks. Though she was able to come to terms with it, she still felt weak against him. A man also alighted from an SUV that parked next to Julius’ cruiser. Julius turned to see Roy, walking towards them. He frowned, “Why are you here?”

The man in the driver’s seat removed his sunglasses and casually ran a hand through his wind-tousled hair, the gesture careless, almost lazy, and just a little too deliberate to be accidental. Julian. He saw me. I knew he did, because he lifted a hand in greeting—if it could even be called that—and smiled, the kind of smile that carried no apology at all, only a faint trace of amusement, like he was watching something unfold exactly as he had intended. Beside me, Sebastian shoved his wet hair back and yanked off his soaked jacket, tossing it aside with a curse. “It’s that asshole Julian,” he snapped. “If I get my hands on him, I swear—”

I admonish him as I get in the driver’s seat. Yes, my car is old…ish. It’s a 2006 Range Rover in deep blue, which funny enough matches his eye colour. It’s almost twenty years old and aside from needing a little maintenance every now and then – like all cars do – it has served me well for the past five years. Julian climbs into the car, looking around as he adjusts the seat, making room for his legs. He tries to put the seat belt on but each time he tries, it locks, immediately frustrating him. I lean over, releasing the seat belt and slowly pull it down and buckle him in.

Selena hung up once again, extracting her revenge for the hundredth time. “Fuck!” Julian angrily ran a hand through his hair. And that’s when he heard the screech of the tires.

“Son, it’s just a car.” “If someone else tells me it’s just a car again, I’m going shoot them in the fuckin’ face!” Julian roared. “You know what kind of pussy I got because of that car! Not just any everyday regular pussy! Super models, actresses, fuck, I actually got action from an African princess all because I gave her a ride in my jag! I’m going to send that demon daughter of yours back to hell where she came from if it’s the last thing I do in life!” He took off like a rocket, passing the Van Dykes.