Chapter Seven
Wraith
Harshal fell asleep hugging my back on the way to the club.
So when the bike comes to a halt and the engine is turned off he startles awake.
It’s good I decided to go to the mall after I installed the camera in his room but now I realize I wasted my time doing so, because I’ve decided to take him to Vegas with me, conscious or unconscious.
The man I killed at the mall is a part of the many drug addicted gangs in the United States and they hate when people stand in their way.
So, to keep Harshal from looking like the man he was trying to save I think it’s best I take him with me that way I can protect him.
“Where are we?” he asks.
I groan internally. Here he goes with the million and one questions. Aziz steps out of the club with a duffel bag in his hands.
“Hey boy, aren’t you supposed to be at home with your sister and father, getting ready to go?” Aziz asks.
“Yeah, but we have another guest.” I state.
Aziz stops walking.
“Another guest?” he asks. “Who?”
I look behind me and see Harshal looking around.
“This is the place the party was at.” He mumbles.
I reach behind me and take the helmet off. I need to attend to the cuts on his face before we head to Vegas.
Aziz groans. “Not one of your male fuck bunnies.”
“What? I’m not—we’ve—I hardly know him!” Harshal stutters.
“And I haven’t fucked him.” I state, getting off the bike. “...Yet.”
I whisper that last part because it was mainly to myself. He’s intriguing that way, which is one reason why I think I favor him.
“There was an incident at the mall, and I need to attend his wounds, so I’m just going in to get the first aid kit to clean his cuts and we’ll be on our way to Vegas.” I state.
“S’cuse me, who is ‘we’?” Harshal asks holding up a finger.
I don’t respond. Aziz sighs.
“Alright boy, you know if he fucks up he’s dead right?” Aziz asks.
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I state.
“And keep it that way because he looks like he deserves a shot at life.” Aziz says, walking to his own motorcycle.
He clips his luggage to the bike the way he likes it and starts the engine before putting on his helmet.
“See you in Vegas!” he shouts before taking off.
“You’re not planning to take me to Las Vegas, are you?” Harshal asks, arms folded.
I pull him off my bike and grab my helmet, letting it dangle around my fingertips. I put my pointer finger to my lips and shush him silently as I lead him into the club.
“I can’t go to Las Vegas!” he continues to protest. “I have school and Brunelle and... I hardly know you!”
“Well, you can get to know me on our trip to Vegas.” I said, entering the club.
I head upstairs to the back where Dad’s office is. He should have a first-aid kit in his desk.
“This place looks a lot different in the light without as many people in it.” Harshal says, looking around.
I smirk and push open the office door. Turning around I pick Harshal up by his hips and hoist him on the desk.
“Stay.” I order.
“So fucking demanding.” He mutters as I round the desk.
Pulling open a few drawers I finally find the kit and walk over to him.
I nudge his knees apart and step between his legs.
Opening the kit I grab alcohol wipes and wipe at the cuts on his face.
He winces a little before grabbing my wrist and a low growl escapes my lips.
I try not to snarl in his face I’m sure I am. .. just a little.
“I can do this myself.” He says, taking the wipe from my hands.
“Let me.” I say.
He places his palm flat on my chest and he inhales sharply.
He gently tries to push me back but I don’t budge so he puts more force in his second push but I still don’t move.
Instead, I snatch the wipe back and continue to clean his cuts.
I’d put band-aids on them but from the looks of it it doesn’t seem like he needs them because the cuts aren’t bleeding anymore.
It’s best to let them air out so they can heal better, faster.
“Are you done?” he asks.
I give a curt nod before taking a step back.
“Try to run I’ll catch you and tie you to my fucking motorcycle.” I warn.
He swallows as he looks me in the eye before nodding once.
“I can’t go to Vegas, I don’t even have clothes with me.” He says.
I toss the wipe in the trash before looking at the clock Dad has on the wall.
“I’ll take you to your apartment, you pack for a couple days, and come back to me, if you don’t I will enter said apartment and drag you out myself.” I explain. “Understood?”
“How do you know where I live?” he asks.
“Not important.” I shake my head.
“Uh, yeah it is, I never showed you where I live and I’m not close with you so it’s kind of creepy you know where the hell I live.” He says.
“We’re in college everyone knows where everyone lives.” I state.
He doesn’t respond to that, he simply folds his arms and looks at me challengingly.
“And what about school?” he asks.
“Email them, tell them you have a family emergency and you’ll be out of town for a few days.” I shrug. “That’s what I did.”
“And why are you going to Las Vegas?” he asks.
I sigh before looking at him and responding with,
“Family emergency.”
He stares at me and I can tell he doesn’t believe me. I mean it’s partially true, it is a family emergency, but I can’t go in detail, at least not yet. He shrugs and slides off the desk.
“Alright well, I’m gonna head out, see you when you return from vacation.” He says, walking to towards the door.
I grab him by his nape and pull him towards me, pinning his body against mine. His arms fly out and he catches himself by bracing himself on me.
“Don’t test me.” I growl.
“This is like kidnapping me, no it is, you’re trying to kidnap me.” he argues.
I chuckle, darkly.
“Grey Eyes I don’t try to do anything.” I state. “When doing something I achieve it without failure and if I need to knock you out to take you with me without a fight I will. Don’t. Test. Me.”
He studies me for a moment before pushing himself out of my grasp, I let him go. He’s breathing hard from doing so.
“What am I supposed to tell Brunelle?” he asks.
“Come up with a lie or something or just tell her you’re going to Vegas with a friend.”
“She’s my friend.” He states.
“I know that.” I state. “But not that kind of friend...”
I let that sit in and his eyes widen.
“I do not have plans to date you, especially when you’re kidnapping me.” he says.
I shrug.
“People change their minds.” I say. “And I don’t date, I claim.”
“Oh, so now you’re claiming me?” he asks.
“If need be.” I shrug nonchalantly.
“Fuck you!”
“I can do that too.” I say. “I make guys cum like never before.”
He swings a punch at me, but I catch it and use his fist to pull him closer to me. Leaning down I whisper in his ear,
“Would you like to fuck me?”
He rears back with a disgusted look on his face.
“How do you know I’m not straight?” he asks.
“I know a lot of things and I’m positive there’s much out there I don’t know but your sexuality isn’t something I don’t know.” I state.
“You’re a creep.” He says.
“Am I so much as a creep or am I someone who pay attention to those that tend to draw my attention to them?” I ask.
Silence. I smile.
“Now are you ready for me to take you home to pack or what?” I ask.
***
I have a gut feeling that he’s not going to come back out when I drop him off, so I plan to go upstairs with him to make sure he comes with me.
I texted Dad and told him about the extra person and that I’ll be a little late.
He wasn’t too happy about me bringing someone he’s never met on this trip, but he’ll get over it like he always does when normal bullshit comes his way.
“What are you doing?” he asks as I get off the bike.
I take my helmet from him and stare at him.
“I’m going up with you.” I state.
“Like hell you are.” He retorts, beginning to walk to the apartment building.
I follow him and when he turns around he punches me in my chest.
“Stop following me, it’s bad enough you know where I live, I don’t need you to know which apartment is mine.” He says.
I smirk at him and his shoulders droop.
“You already know, don’t you?” he asks, knowingly.
I chuckle once before shrugging. “I know no such thing.”
He’d be surprised how much I know about him and we haven’t even known each other for a whole month yet.
“Motherfucker!” he curses before walking into the building.
We get to his apartment and I see Brunelle in the kitchen kissing a guy. They break the kiss when they hear us enter. They guy is shirtless with his pants unbuckled and Brunelle’s clothes are disheveled.
“Harshal!” she shouts, leaving her man to come hug her best friend. “Oh my gosh that incident at the mall was terrifying I thought you were dead or something.”
Harshal hugs her back. “No, I’m not dead as you can see.”
Brunelle looks up at me and gasps. She grabs his hand and pulls him into her room, closing the door. The guy in the kitchen zips up his pants and readjusts his hard-on.
“How you doing?” he asks.
I grunt in response and head to the living room.
Sitting my helmet down on the couch I look at the pictures that decorate the entertainment center.
I didn’t see these when I was here earlier.
There’s pictures of Brunelle and who I’m assuming is her family at a picnic, Brunelle and Harshal at their high school prom, and one at their high school graduation.
I smirk, they look so happy and excited as they hold up their diplomas.
It brings back memories of how I felt when I graduated high school.
I was so ready to be done and when the day finally came I was so fucking happy, the happiest I’d been in a while.
I continue to look at the pictures when Brunelle and Harshal exit her room.
She marches right up to me with a determined look on her face.
Her chest bumps against the lower part of my own.
We stare each other in the eyes, hers shining with defensiveness.