Chapter 12
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I paced the holding cell as my sweaty hands tugged at my hair nervously. We got arrested. I got arrested; he's probably been here tons of times, heck it must feel like a f*****g second home to him already.
"Oh my God, you have a criminal record." I muttered to myself as I paced faster, even though my legs felt stiff yet somehow weak, I didn't know whether it was because of the run or because of how scared I currently was, "How the hell are you supposed to become an attorney with a criminal record?!" I hissed to myself as I clenched my hair in my fist. I was too stressed to care that I would be ripping my own hair out right now if I tugged at it any harder. A criminal record should be the last on my list of my problems, I could be stuck in jail for years.
"You know, some people would consider you insane right now." Sergio sounded amused from where was lying casually on the bench across the room. His hands tucked under his head like he was in bed or on a beach.
This was f*****g funny to him! How could he be amused by this?! We were in prison! I was in prison!
Fucking PRISON!
He was just laying there like this did not matter to him.
"It's his fault though." I whispered trying to convince myself, "It is. Everything is his fault, Alex. If you never went to the mall, if you never met him, if you never went out, if you never -" I let out panicked gasps as I leaned back against the bars and slid down onto the cold, concrete floor. If you never shot that guy... If they questioned us, I wasn't going to be able to hide it, but I would deserve whatever I got. I buried my face in my hands and let out a strangled sob. My life was over. It all ended here. "I'm so sorry..." It was barely a whisper.
"You're so f*****g dramatic..." I heard a laugh from Sergio and then feet shuffling outside the room. Cell? Cage? It felt like a cage... Well, I sure as hell deserved a cage.
"Mr García, Mr Richardson, you're free to go." García? Oh, Sergio.
I felt hands grab my wrist pulling them from my face before I was tugged to my feet; from the roughness I knew it was Sergio so I did not even bother fighting out of the hold.
"Thank you." He said as he shoved me out of the cell.
The ride home consisted of Sergio's old hip hop music blasting through the car while I sat drowning in my thoughts and worries, both of us silent.
When we reached the house we both walked into it before he spoke as he shut the door behind him locking it. I knew we were still the only people there because he had to unlock the door for us to enter the house.
"We didn't get any food, Is cereal fine?" he asked as he threw his jacket on the couch and kicked his shoes off.
I was starving, but it didn't matter. I shook my head heading for the hall.
"Come on, Alexander, I can hear your stomach -" he was saying.
"Can you please, please just leave me alone?" I cut him off as I turned to face him, I was trying so hard not to lose my cool. He looked at me and gave a chuckle.
"Get over it, it's just minor -" he began.
"No it isn't!" I cut him off in a shout, "It is not minor! You don't understand it because this is all you are! This is all you want to be, all you will ever be! This ruins everything for me! Everything I've worked for is gone! Everything I’ve – Everything I've done for them - I can't -!" I let out a frustrated shout before I grabbed a vase and threw it across the room. It smashed against the wall and a cloud of white smoke filled it air around it. f**k, there had been drugs in there. At least I hadn't thrown anything dangerous, like a g*n or grenade if they had those. I ran my hands over my face and through my hair before they covered my face again and I let out a shaky sigh. "I'm so sorry..." I whispered for the umpteenth time since being locked in that cell, not to him - to my parents.
I froze as his hands took my wrist and pulled my hands from my face slowly.
"I'm sorry, alright? Alexander, look," he spoke in a tone he never used before, it was soft... it was like he was actually sorry, he sounded so sincere and... comforting... "It's all okay. Calm down. The police that held us were friends of mine, we're cleared. I mean, don't you notice that we didn't even have to fill anything out or be bailed out? They did not even read us our rights when we were arrested. There is no criminal record, there is no record at all." He said.
"But then... why did they keep us at the station?" I asked slowly. I felt my fist clench as a smirk pulled over his lips.
"Well, we all agreed we found it amusing seeing you freak out. Steve let us go because he thought you had had 'enough tormenting'." He laughed.
"You f*****g piece of s**t!" I shoved him, which only resulted in him laughing more.
He laughed as he grabbed my wrist again but I twisted them out of his grip and shoved him again before I walked past him to the kitchen needing to get away from him; unfortunately the laughing asshole followed me.
"I want... pancakes." He said. I wanted to yell at him to get lost or make his own but I wasn't really in for more shouting. So I just sighed clenching and unclenching my hands as I ran my eyes around the kitchen. I did not know what I was to make anyway, might as well be what he wanted.
"Pancakes..." I said pulling the flour from the cupboard. I noticed someone had not put the eggs away this morning.
Mmm... well... payback.
"Can you make blueberry sauce? I can't... Kent usually does. Can you?" He asked from behind me as I cracked the eggs into a bowl. What doesn't Kent do for him? Sell drugs. Yup, I do that. I got the crappy job. I hope that doesn't continue into my future...
"Yeah, sure." I replied absentmindedly as I opened the flour.
"Why are you suddenly so fine with making food for me?" He sounded suspicious.
"Oh, I'm not -" I turned around about to chuck the eggs at him but he grabbed my wrist shoving it slightly to the side as he dodged the mess before and slid behind me after it splattered onto the floor.
He chuckled leaning his head over my shoulder and taking the bowl from my hands carefully while I clenched my jaw at having missed my chance to soak him in eggs. "Nice try, Alexander." I shivered as his warm breath brushed my ear before he kissed the edge of my jaw just below it lightly. I tensed for a second feeling my heart jump. Did he really just...?
"I hate you." I muttered turning to face him. He chuckled reaching out and pulling my glasses from my face to put them on the counter beside him. I clenched my jaw as he smiled.
"Sure you do," as he finished his words, he pushed his lips to mine. I immediately shoved him from me; he didn't seem to be expecting it and bumped against the cupboard behind him raising his brows at me surprised.
"Just so we're clear: I f*****g hate you, Sergio." I said venomously. I just felt the need to be completely clear about that before we went any further. He nodded quickly.
"Uh huh, I got it; you hate me. We're clear." He said before he stepped forward again and grabbed the hem of my shirt to pull my shirt over my head.
His eyes traced over my chest before the lusty, fiery pair met mine. I knew I would regret what I was about to do but I needed an outlet. And this... well, it had presented itself and I suddenly wanted to see him unclothed again, or rather... touch him. So I pushed the loud warnings from my mind and let my frustration and l**t take over.
I grabbed his collar before shoving him against the cupboard hard; he let out a gasp as my lips met his roughly. I felt him smirk against my lips before he turned us around and pushed me against the cupboard. I winced a little and he muttered a 'sorry' remembering that I still had stitches and bruises. I just shrugged it off tilting my head to deepen our kiss. I ran my hands into his thick hair to grab it as our tongues wrestled against each other. His warm hands trailed down my bare chest before he circled my waist and grabbed my a*s making me gasp into his mouth. My hands dropped from his hair and I grabbed his shirt. He lifted his arms as I lifted it off him and threw it on the floor somewhere. I only had seconds to stare at his toned, tattoo covered chest before he brought his lips back to mine and I kissed him with a renewed amount of l**t as my hands ran over his hard, defined abdomen. I would be lying if I said I had never thought about touching him after seeing him with the towel wrapped around him in the bathroom, it was satisfying finally being able to.
I let out another breathless gasp as he grabbed my hair and tugged my head back so my chin was up and he could reach my neck while his other hand held my waist. He began trailing kisses over it before he went up to my jaw and then my ear. I gripped his shoulders and he groaned against my skin as his teeth met my earlobe temporarily before he trailed kisses back down my neck and onto my collar. I felt him bite a spot on my neck and pretty much went weak against him. He seemed to like the reaction because he stayed on that spot for a few seconds before I managed to gather enough energy through my ecstasy to shove him towards the door.
He grabbed my hands and pulled me with him into the hall but we only made it that far before he pushed me against the wall, I ended up bumping the table beside me and a vase of flowers went smashing onto the floor, we both completely ignored it as we kissed. I let him into my mouth instead of fighting this time and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth.
I felt him tug at my belt but I grabbed his hands causing him to groan into my mouth. It was an incredibly sexy, husky sound.
"Upstairs." I said breathlessly breaking the kiss before I kissed his jaw.
He just nodded before lifting my face back to his and kissing me again. I gave a laugh and he chuckled as I pushed him towards the stairs.
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