Chapter Twenty-Four #2
“What about your food, weren’t you going to die without?” he asks.
“I’d happily die if it meant that I knew you were safe.” I state in all seriousness. “Also... I can always rewarm it.”
He smiles. “...Kay.”
After walking upstairs to put on my biker gear while he puts my food in the fridge we exit the house and I take him to his apartment.
I stay outside on my bike, watching him change through the camera I have set up in his room still.
As I’m watching I see another biker zoom up and park his bike.
A little kid comes running up to him and shouts,
“Daddy!”
I still have my helmet on, but my visor is up and so is his.
He makes eye contact with me and nods his head in greeting.
I nod back and hold up the peace sign. He picks up his kid and they disappear from my sight.
Looking back down at my screen I see that the room is empty and quickly shut the screen off when I hear his voice saying,
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Turning to face him I openly check him out.
Even though he can’t see it I bite my lip and a low growl tumbles up my throat.
There’s nothing I want more than to bend him over my bike and fucking own him, make him mine forever while he makes his mark on my bike with his saliva and cum.
My dick twitches in my pants at the thought of him riding me on my bike and him coming all over it.
I readjust my dick before getting on my bike.
“Let’s go.” I say, putting my phone on its stand.
“I saw that.” He says.
I smirk, playing it off. “Saw what?”
“You readjusting yourself in your pants, you need to get your head out of the gutter.” He replies.
“I don’t want to, not when it’s about you.” I state. “I want to get all dirty with you, do very bad things to you in places you don’t want to know.”
“You’re a big horn dog.” He says.
Reaching for him I wrap my hand around his throat and tug him to me. I squeeze his neck, relishing in the feel of his pulse in my palm.
“I’m not horn dog, baby, but if I must be a dog then I’m the alpha wolf in this pack between you and I and as any responsible wolf does I want to claim what’s fucking mine. My territory, my pack, my fucking person.” I growl in his face.
I let him go and feel him get on and immediately wrap his arms around my waist.
“You have your helmet on?” I ask.
He slaps my visor down in response so in one swift movement I grab him by his wrist, unhook myself from him and scoot back while I slide him to sit in front of me. Grabbing the helmet, that he has hooked up to his pants, I unhook it and place it on his head.
“We aren’t going anywhere...” I state, securing the helmet on his head. “Without your protection.”
“You’re so bossy today.” He mumbles.
“I’m not taking any chances when it comes to you.” I state.
Once I’m satisfied with the security of the helmet on his head I switch us back around and he giggles.
“That’s fun.” He says.
I smirk and shake my head, starting the bike.
“Hang on tight baby boy.” I instruct.
***
He’s been at work for about an hour and I have been watching him through the security cameras the gym has at home in my room while tossing a ball from my childhood up and down in the dark.
I’m itching to go and pick him and bring him back here but I don’t have a reason to.
He walks by a guy doing an incline bench press.
It must be chest day for him. Immediately a thought pops into my head.
Turning on the light I pull my shirt over my head and look at myself in the mirror.
I guess I could do some extra workouts for my chest because I did skip chest day while we were at the cabin. Walking into my walk-in closet I pull out a grey hoodie and pull it on... time to go work out my chest.
Upon arriving I check in and go to the locker room and pick a locker to put my stuff in.
I have my headphones in and my hair covers my eyes but I can still see.
I don’t want Grey Eyes to recognize me and kick me out because then I’m sure I’ll lose my damn mind.
After everything is secured I reenter the gym and begin my workout.
As I workout I watch him restock some paper towels in the bathroom, register a new member into the gyms system, wipe down some of the benches, clean the mirrors, and help costumers along the way.
My Grey Eye’s is busy and I like it because the way his ass moves in his work uniform makes my mouth water.
About an hour later I make my way to the bathroom, mentally patting myself on the back for not getting recognized by him.
I’m sweaty and my hoodie is a little uncomfortable so I pull it off before doing my business in the bathroom.
As I wash my hands another guy enters the bathroom which gives me a look of the gym through the mirror.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I watch a suspicious looking man enter the gym.
The bathroom door closes before I could get a good look at him.
All I know is he’s dressed in an all-green sweat suit with gaudy jewelry on.
Quickly drying my hands I exit the bathroom and look around the place.
I don’t spot Grey Eyes anywhere, so I make my way to the locker room and get to my locker.
Pulling out my phone I look at the gyms security cameras.
I go all the way back to when I walked into the restroom.
Grey Eyes was at the front desk, going through a folder.
He puts it away and pulls out a binder before making his way to the break room.
My body releases some of the tension I didn’t realize I had.
He’s safe... for now and I don’t have to do anything remotely.
.. terrible... as of yet. Reaching into my bag I pull out my compression shirt and put it on.
I’d finish my workout shirtless but I’m sure Grey Eye’s will recognize my tattoos, if not all at least one of them, and I’m not going to take that chance.
The guy in green stands in the shadows in a corner of the gym, a TV directly above his head.
He thinks he’s in the clear but I’ve got my eyes on him.
He hasn’t noticed or caught on to me yet, so I use that to my advantage and begin my chest cable fly workout.
Grey Eyes comes out of the break room with a drink in his hand, his head down, looking at the gyms tablet.
Tilting my head so my hair covers my eyes more I look at Green Guy.
He’s perked up and his eyes follow my Grey Eyes.
My blood turns to molten lava as I continue my workout.
My chest begins to burn as sweat begins to drench my shirt.
“Fuck!” I mutter under my breath and stop my session.
Wringing my hands out I take a deep breath and walk to the water fountain the gym offers to its members which stands directly behind Green Guy. I keep my back to him and my hearing increases. Grabbing a paper cup I place it underneath the fountain and pour myself some water.
“Hi, can I help you?” I hear Grey Eyes voice say.
The hairs on the back of my neck raise and not in the good way.
Bringing the cup to my lips I begin to drink the ice-cold water that does nothing to cool the torch warming my body with heat and rage.
Slowly turning around I see Green Guy standing directly in front of Grey Eyes.
Fucking hell man! My eyes advert to Green Guys hand and see he’s clenching something.
“Yeah, I’m going to need you to come with me.” Green Guy says.
Grey Eyes smiles.
“I’m sorry?” he asks. “Is something broken? Do you need me to see something so we can fix it?”
“Just fucking come with me now!” Green Guy grits through his teeth. “I was told to bring you dead or alive.”
Yeah fuck no! Rushing over to Grey Eyes I step in front of him.
“He’ll do no such thing.” I growl, lowly, threateningly.
Green Guy looks at me with fire in his eyes. I step into his face, our noses almost touching.
“Because if you touch a hair on his head, I’ll have yours on a fucking platter.” I threaten.
He hums as a small smile tips on his lips and I feel myself smirking.
In a flash he pulls out a gun and points it directly between my eyes.
My smirk turns into a full-blown grin. I turn slightly making him think I’ve surrendered before grabbing the gun by the barrel and twisting it.
My movements are so fast and elegant I leave no room for him to let go of the gun so now his arm is twisted.
He hollers in pain which causes members in the gym to scream and run while looking at us.
I’m assuming they’re panicking at the sight of the gun.
“Ooh, that doesn’t look too good.” I hiss.
His fingers are stuck around trigger and I use that to twist his arm further. He roars in pain.
“You motherfucker!” he shouts.
His legs are now in a wide stance so I kick the leg closest to me and hear bones crunch on impact.
He falls down onto one knee, holding his now injured leg with his free hand.
Jerking the gun I make the butt-end of it kiss his collarbone.
A loud thud sounds on impact but I haven’t broken any bones. .. at least not yet.
“Like I said, he’s not going any-fucking-where with you.” I growl.
He groans, fighting through his pain as he stands and let’s go of his gun.
It falls to the floor as he stares me dead in my pupils, now that my hair no longer covers my eyes.
Using his good arm he swings it my way and I duck from his punch.
He follows me as best he can as I continue to move back with each punch he swings.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I taunt. “You’re a lousy fighter dude.”
That makes him angrier and he tries to punch me as hard as he can, but I catch his fist and pull his arm straight out and use my other hand to jab him in the ribs. He hunches over a little which gives me perfect access to his liver. Quickly, yet effortlessly, I punch him in his liver.
“Fucking—ahh!” he shouts, dropping to the ground.
“Oh come on, dude, I didn’t put much effort in that time.” I state.
“What are you doing here?” Grey Eyes asks.
It’s only then do I realize that people are screaming and fleeing the gym. Police cars are pulling up outside. Grey Eyes grabs my arm and pulls me towards the back of the gym.
“You need to leave, now.” He says.
“I have my stuff in the locker room, can you grab them for me, please?” I ask.
He sighs as he continues to push me to the back of the place.
“What number?”
“Seven thirty-seven.” I respond.
“Got it, now go!”
He pushes me out of the back door and I’m let out into the cool fall air.
I take a deep breath. I hear policemen rushing into the gym through the front door.
Sticking to the shadows I make my way to the front of the building and get on my bike.
I’m about to ride off when I notice an all-black car in the corner of the parking lot.
It has a terrible paint job. Crouching down, staying out of sight I make my way to it.
I recognize the emblem of Ezmereldain De’Verde imprinted on the head of the driver seat.
Smirking I look around and find some dry wood.
Rubbing the wood together I ignite a fire.
Busting the window I throw the burning wood inside.
Thankfully the car didn’t have an alarm and the police are too busy running into the gym trying to figure out what happened. Running back to my bike I hop on and drive home. I need to delete the footage of the fight from the gyms security records.