Chapter Seven #2
“You better watch over him while you guys are there and if you hurt him I will hunt you down and kill you.” She threatens.
I smile. I like her, she’s good for Harshal. I pat her head.
“Don’t worry little Mousy, I’ll return your friend in one piece with additional damage.” I said.
“I am not a little mouse.” She growls.
“Really, cause from up here you seem kind of small like one.” I retort.
She punches me in the stomach which doesn’t phase me, if anything it tickles me. I chuckle as she storms away. My eyes find Harshal.
“Go pack, Grey Eyes.” I demand.
“How long am I going to be kidnapped for?” he asks, walking into his room.
“Did he say kidnap?” the guy in the kitchen asks.
He hasn’t moved an inch and I bet if I just wink at him he’d piss his pants. So instead, I glare at him and follow Harshal into his bedroom. The guy stiffens until I’m out of sight. I shut the door behind me and quickly glance at the camera I placed in here earlier.
“Just fucking pack for a couple of days, we’re not going to be there for a whole week.” I said.
Harshal grumbles something before he begins to pack.
I sit on his bed and watch him for a moment before I lay down and scroll through my phone.
The bedsheets smell like him and I’m tempted to steal them for myself because of that.
About a half an hour goes by and a bag is thrown on my stomach. I grunt as my hand reaches for it.
“Be so kind to carry it for me, Captor.” He says, sarcastically.
I slide off the bed with the duffel bag in my hand and bow as if I’m serving someone of royalty.
“Of course, kind sir.” I smile.
He rolls his eyes and turns to walk out his bedroom. I follow him and he goes to hug Brunelle.
“Sorry for cock blocking you.” He says as I go retrieve my helmet.
The new guy is now sitting on the couch, next to my helmet and he goes ridged and strains his eyes on the TV as I grab my helmet. I smirk and head towards the door.
“It’s okay, I’m glad you did because now I know you’re alive, safe, and well...”
They break apart and Brunelle looks at me accusingly.
“For the most part.” She continues.
I grin at her and wave innocently. She returns my smile but hers is sarcastic and I chuckle on the inside.
“Well I’m off to Vegas.” Harshal sighs.
“Have fun, but not too much fun if you know what I mean!” Brunelle calls out as we walk to the door.
Harshal shakes his head.
“Yeah, yeah, that kind of fun won’t be had.” He mumbles.
“You never know what could happen, it is Sin City after all.” I say as we exit the apartment.
***
When I get home I take the bag Harshal brought and chuck it into the rental car Dad and Aziz bought.
They thought taking cars to Vegas would be easier than riding our bikes, so there are three vehicles.
One to haul our bikes and the other two to haul us and all three vehicles are at my fathers house.
As I walk up the steps to the front porch I feel Harshal drift away—or try to.
Stopping I look back at him as he watches everyone run around, packing the vehicles with their stuff as if they’re chickens with their heads cut off.
“Come on.” I prompt.
He visibly shies away while shaking his head.
“Mm-mm.” he mumbles.
“Don’t be nervous.” I say.
He just stares at the open door and Frani comes rushing out with some things in her hand. She zooms past us mumbling something underneath her breath as she goes. Harshal’s eyes follow her before they fall back on the threshold of the door.
“Come on I don’t have all night.” I sigh.
He is still frozen on the spot before in a flash he breaks out in a run, running away from the house.
“Motherfucker.” I mumble before I bolt after him.
“Aye, it looks like Wraith and his new friend aren’t getting along too well at the moment.” Fritzi announces behind me.
I’d flip him off but he’s not a priority at the moment.
Harshal runs through the neighborhood and turns down one of the dark alleys.
Big mistake Grey Eyes. I run past the alley he went down and go through the yard of an abandoned house which takes me to the same alley he went down, I’m just ahead of him now.
I see his body in the darkness, but he has yet to see mine.
Using the darkness to my advantage I hide in plain sight and watch him as he gets closer and closer to me unknowingly.
I smirk as he begins to slow down, panting hard.
He turns to look behind him, most likely looking for me, and comes to a stop when he realizes I’m not behind him.
“Good, he’s gone.” He whispers. “I can go home now.”
Ha, yeah, I don’t think so pretty boy. He pulls out his phone and does some tapping on the screen. So stealthily I come from the shadows and sneak up behind him. Taking the phone with one hand I wrap my other hand around his throat and squeeze, firmly. He gasps.
“Going somewhere Grey Eyes?” I ask, my voice low and husky, giving it a dark thrilling sound.
His spine snaps ramrod straight against my front and fuck if the feel of him isn’t a fucking turn on. I have to control myself and not let my dick get hard, but that’s challenging when I feel his ass press against my crotch.
“I need you to go to the house and go to my room, so I can grab a few more things before we head off to Vegas.” I state.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asks.
“Aw, baby, you make it sound like it’s a pity to be around me.” I say mockingly. I then say normally, “You can go back willingly on your own two feet or chucked over my shoulder.”
He turns to face me and I let my grip on his throat loosen. My palm feels him swallow thickly as he looks me in the eye.
“I can fight you.” He says.
I squeeze his throat hard, nearly blocking his air passage, my muscles bulging, nearly busting my shirt sleeve.
“Oh really?” I deadpan.
He’s silent.
“So, which will it be?”
Silence. He just stares at me and I begin to grow impatient, so I stoop down and pick him up, chucking him over my shoulder. He yelps in protest before punching my back.
“Ooh, you throw some good punches.” I compliment him.
I begin the walk back to the house; the blows keep coming to my lower back and I hum in pleasure.
“You know,” I begin, getting a better grip on him, “It feels as if you’re giving me a massage.”
“Fuck! You!” He nearly shouts, the punches coming to a halt.
“I’m sure you would love to fuck me but there are bigger things that need to be taken care of.” I smirk.
“Like taking me home!” Harshal adds.
“Nope, can’t do that.” I said. “If you’d have left that man to die in the mall you probably could have stayed but I’m not taking any chances.”
Harshal snorts. “You say that as if I’m someone who is important to you.”
“You may not be important to me but I do have a humanity and if I came home and found out that you were killed by a gang member or someone of that sort and I could have prevented it but didn’t then how’d you think that’d make me feel?” I state.
It’s true he’s not someone important to me, I just..
. favor him, like I’ve said before, and what I just said is true.
If I came home and he was dead I’d feel like it’d be my fault because I could have saved him, which is why I’m taking him with me, to save me from unwanted guilt.
And possibly to be around him, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Also, I couldn’t’ve let that man die when I could have saved him, in which I believe I did.” Harshal adds.
I smirk. And he thinks me forcing him to come with me on this trip is kidnapping when all I’m trying to do is protect him. I turn the corner and my house appears, Fritzi and Frani out on the porch, one of the vehicles gone. I flip Fritzi off because when he sees me he has a giant grin on his face.
“Shut. The fuck. Up.” I growl, sitting Harshal down on his own two feet. I look him the eyes. “I do not advise you to try and run off again otherwise the consequence results in you being tied to me.”
I can see it in his eyes that he wants to protest but he does the smart thing and stays fucking quiet. I look at Fritzi, about to ask him a favor but refrain and ask Frani.
“Frani would you mind watching him and making sure he doesn’t run away again?”
She nods.
“Sure thing.”
“Awe what you don’t trust me to watch him?” Fritzi asks, the grin seeming ten times wider than before.
I ignore him for the second time tonight and ask,
“What happened to the other vehicle?”
“Halah and Justin took it to go get some gas.” Frani responds. “They should be back soon.”
She pulls out a pack of spicy peanuts and begins to pop some into her mouth. Nodding I enter the house to finish getting some stuff together.