Chapter Twenty-Four
Wraith
I am seeing red when I get to my sisters location, behind one of the many rundown project apartment complexes the city has.
This place always has gunfire and the police here every Friday if not every day so it’s normal that no one has come out to check out what’s happening.
Thankfully Frani is a badass and has been able to keep these bastards from kidnapping her without the help of anyone else anyway.
Her motorcycle is currently on the ground while she fists fights two men over on the sidewalk.
She has battle wounds but it’s nothing compared to the wounds she’s given them.
Coming to an abrupt stop causing the back of my bike to tip several feet in the air while turning my bike all at the same time using one arm I use the other to shoot one of the guys fighting my sister in the head.
He falls dead at the same time my bike falls back on its two wheels.
Putting my gun away and propping my bike up I run over to the guy who has my sisters colorful hair in his fist. Kicking his fists with my foot I punch the guy.
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
Punch!
I don’t let up on him even when he falls to the ground.
I straddle him, his face drenched in his own blood.
He has brass knuckles on his other hand and he tries to punch me in the ribs, but I catch his hand.
Slamming it down on the concrete with all my might I hear his bones crack and his wrist falls limp in my grasp as he screams. He fights me as I reach for his brass knuckles.
A sharp pain comes from my groin area and it takes me a second to realize that this asshole has kneed me in the balls.
It hurts like a bitch but I fight through the pain.
I hear my sister behind me fighting someone else off, but right now my focus is on the motherfucker beneath me.
Grabbing him by his shirt I bring him up to me and headbutt him.
His head flies back onto the concrete and immediately his body goes limp the fight leaving him.
Blood drips from my visor so I take my helmet off and sit it down, reminding myself to clean it later, my hair sweaty and plastered to my forehead as sweat continues to drip all over my body.
My focus is now on the two pieces of shits fighting my sister.
One has a shotgun and is about to shoot her in her back while she punches the other guy in his nose.
Grabbing the shotgun, I use it to my advantage and buck it against the guys arm, hard.
He yelps in pain as he attempts to point the gun at me to shoot me, but the key word is attempt.
Knocking the gun in the air he fires, shooting a bird.
The bird falls beak first and the beak lands in his eye.
He screams in agony as blood gushes out of his eye.
I smirk. Who knew nature could be this useful?
Pulling the bird out of his eye I use the beak to slice his throat before spinning around and kicking him into the street.
He stumbles and trips over his own feet as I drop the bird to the ground.
The gun is still in his hand and when he sees me approach him he attempts to attack me with it.
He manages to slash my shin a little but I barely recognize the burn it leaves.
Taking my shirt off I wrap it around the barrel of the gun, making sure it’s secure in the shirt before swinging the shirt in a three hundred sixty-degree swing, using the butt-end of the gun to hit the guy in the temple, killing him.
Turning back around I see my sister grab a gun and let loose on the guy she’s fighting.
Walking to her I calmly bring her wrists down since the gun is out of ammo, yet she’s still pulling the trigger, screaming.
There are very few times I’ve seen my sister like really mad and it’s something to see, especially if that anger isn’t directed towards me.
Each time it’s different, sometimes wild while others it’s like tamed anger and then I have to watch myself around her, try not to set her off.
“I think both he and the gun are dead now, sis.” I say.
She’s breathing hard as she looks at the dead guy. She then comes in to abruptly hug me, knocking me off balance a little.
“Thanks little bro, I thought I had them but then I thought they had me.” She says as I hug her back. “They would have if you hadn’t showed up.”
“You’re my fucking sister, even if we’re not related by blood I’d still do any-fucking-thing to keep you with me and to keep you safe.” I state.
We let go of each other and I grab my helmet. Using my shirt I wipe the blood off the visor.
“What happened to your helmet?” I ask.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Frani responds. “All I’ll say is... I’ll have to buy a new one.”
She walks to her bike and picks it up. Getting on it she looks at me.
“As you may notice I have to get my bike repainted as well.” She adds.
Walking over to her I place my helmet over her head and flip the visor up.
“You need a helmet.” I grunt.
“And what are you going to use?” she asks.
“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be safe, I promise.” I say getting on my bike. “I’ll just feel better knowing my sister is riding safely.”
She flips the visor down.
“Ready to go home?” she asks.
“Fuck yeah, I need a shower and Grey Eyes.” I say.
She snorts. “Fuck I never thought I see my little brother fall in love and it’s a sight to see.”
I flip her off.
“We’re the same age and I’ll be laughing like a Halloween clown when I watch you walk down the aisle one day.” I joke.
“As if.” She said before starting up her bike.
I blow her a kiss and she flips me off before taking off, leaving me in her dust.
***
Having Julian on our side has its perks.
Like his hacking abilities, his brains at times, and even his connections, which he used clean up the mess Frani and I found ourselves in.
He’s even made it to where all the murders are untraceable, I like the guy.
When we got home Frani and I had to literally tie Dad down to the couch in our living room to keep him from going out and killing Jamie, even though we don’t know his current whereabouts.
I’m sitting at the kitchen island, watching Grey Eyes cook me a meal or more like watching his ass move in the tight pants he’s wearing.
My hand itches to spank it but I restrain myself.
My stomach growls at the smell of the food and I rub it.
“Is it almost ready, I’m about to die of starvation!” I say.
He’s making me Jollof Rice and man I can’t wait to taste his version of it! He chuckles, looking over his shoulder.
“Calm down big guy, it’s almost ready.” He says.
I slouch in my chair like a kid and pout as I wake my laptop and begin to scroll through my student form, looking at my grades and upcoming assignments. I’m passing my classes but I groan internally because I have a midterm tomorrow.
“What was that about?” Grey Eyes asks.
“What was what about?” I ask.
“That groan.” He responds, moving away from the stove.
I can’t help the small smile that finds its way on my face or the excitement that lights up my body when he pours some of the rice into a plate.
“Did you want me to make anything else with it or—”
“I just want the rice.” I say sliding my computer out of the way and reaching for the plate.
He chuckles as he hands me the plate. His phone then rings from the living room.
“I’ll be back.” He says.
I smack his ass as he walks past me.
“Don’t be too long!” I call after him.
I begin to dig into the rice as I wait for him. His phone is to his ear when he comes back into the kitchen and I reach for his waist and pull him down onto my lap. I kiss his neck and he giggles but stops himself. He places a hand on my chest in a weak effort to push me away.
“Stop.” He whispers.
“No.” I smile, kissing his neck some more.
“Mhm—oh.” he cuts himself off with a moan as my teeth sink into the sensitive skin of his neck. “Oh no everything is fine, I just—”
He inhales sharply as he side eyes me so in response I trail my hands down his smooth, soft body, letting him feel my body heat seep through his clothes.
“You’re so squishy.” I whisper in his ear, squeezing his body.
I lick his earlobe and bite it.
“Ohmi—yes, I-I-I can do that.” He says.
I frown. Who is he on the phone with? And why do they want him to do something for them?
“Okay. ...Thirty minutes?” he asks. “Okay, I will be there, see you soon, bye-bye.”
He ends the call and immediately I snatch the phone from his hand and look at the number. He has the number labeled as Boss.
“The fuck your boss want?” I ask.
He attempts to snatch his phone back, but I hold it out of his reach and look at him.
“None of your business biker boy.” He says, still reaching for his phone but I don’t let him.
“It is my business, you see you’re my fucking business, and anything that has to do with my Grey Eyes is my fucking business, now what did he want from you?” I ask, my tone icy.
“Well, if you must know,” he successfully snatches his phone back. “My boss needs me to come in for four hours because one of my part time coworkers called out sick tonight.”
I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all!
Not only is it cutting my time with him but he’s going to be at work, unprotected and I can’t fucking have that.
I can’t sit here at home, knowing my person is out and could possibly be in danger.
I stop my train of thought. My person? I like the sound of that.
Even if he doesn’t know it yet, Harshal Bolaji is my fucking person.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do in this damn universe to make him happy or to keep him safe.
.. even if that meant sacrificing my life for him because he’d be worth it and so much more.
I may not deserve him, but I’ll be damned if I let him go and if that makes me selfish then I guess I’m fucking selfish.
“Okay.” I say. “Do you want me to take you to work?”
He smiles and leans down to kiss me.