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just going to leave John here while you go out and try to be the fucking hero? Last time I
checked you were his guardian, not mine. Truthfully, I'm getting sick and tired you
treating me like I'm some pussy who can't take care myself. If you're going to act this
way, then I'll just have to start going out with the others." Blay paused. "I gotta get out of
here." He pushed by Qhuinn and walked towards the door, snatching a pack of cigarettes
that were sitting on a table on the way out. When he got outside, he leaned against the
wall and popped a cigarette in his mouth. Qhuinn was two steps behind him, grabbing the
cigarette before Blay had a chance to light it and threw it on the ground.
"I thought you quit that shit."
Blay rolled his eyes. "Fuck off, Qhuinn." He popped another cigarette in his mouth and lit
it. The first drag burned his lungs.
"No, I'm not fucking off. We need to talk about this."
"I'm don't feel like talking right now, so fuck off." Blay refused to look at Qhuinn. He
took another drag.
"Well I do. Look, I know I've been acting like a crazy, possessive freak, but I can't help
it. I have no idea what is happening to me. I just can't stand the thought of you getting
hurt."
Blay couldn't hold the quiet treatment anymore. He threw the cigarette on the ground and
put it out with his boot, then turned to Qhuinn. "You are so fucking worried about me not
getting hurt, that you don't give a shit about what you do to yourself. You don't pay
attention and one day you'll get your own ass killed. So what happens then? When you're
dead, how bad do you think I'll be hurting then? Pull yourself together, Qhuinn." Blay
leaned back up against the wall. "I'm ready to go. If you two want to stay then I'm just
going to ghost out of here."
They stood silent while a few pedestrians walked by, then Qhuinn walked closer to Blay.
"I'll get the Hummer. Get John, would you?"
Blay let his eyes meet Qhuinn's. He hated the sadness in those beautiful mismatched
eyes. He wanted to pull him in his arms and apologize, but he didn't. "Sure," he replied.
Qhuinn headed down the sidewalk and Blay watched him until he was out of sight. He
leaned his head back against the brick wall and sighed. Their first night back on the
streets had turned into a complete bust.
Chapter 15
Blay was right. He needed to get a grip on himself. Qhuinn cursed himself senseless as he
walked the dark streets of Caldwell. He couldn't stand when he upset Blay, yet it seemed
to be something he did on a regular basis. All he wanted to do was protect him from all
the bullshit that seemed to surround them wherever they went, but for some reason it
always backfired on him. And what the fuck was up with Saxton? The fucker just
couldn't get the message. Maybe he was going to have to etch it in his brain for him. Just
as the thought crossed his mind, he happened to glance into the window of some upscale
martini bar he was passing and caught a peak of Saxton sitting at the bar.
"Well fuck me, looks like it's my lucky day," Qhuinn said aloud.
Qhuinn walked up to the door where he was immediately stopped by some bouncer half
his size. "Can I help you, sir?" He was a cocky little bitch. Qhuinn wouldn't think twice
about putting him in his place.
"You can move out of my fucking way before I have to physically move you myself."
Qhuinn watched the guy slowly back away from him with wide eyes. He'd have to
remember to erase his memories on the way out. "Thanks, prick."
Every eye in the place turned and watched as Qhuinn strolled past them. He planted his
ass on the vacant stool next to his cousin who looked at him through the corner of his
eye. Saxton picked up his martini and took a sip before speaking. "It's so sweet of you to
join me, Qhuinn."
Fuck the small talk; Qhuinn was just going to cut to the chase. "Don't let me catch you on
the street because I will fucking slaughter you." Qhuinn kept his voice low.
Saxton glanced around to see if anyone was watching and took another sip of his martini.
"I still can not understand what it is that Blaylock sees in you." Saxton turned and looked
Qhuinn up and down. "You are a fucking disgrace." A growl rumbled in Qhuinn's chest.
"Easy boy, let's not bring anymore attention to yourself. I know you wouldn't want to
cause a scene."
"I came to deliver a message. I hope you heard it loud and clear." Qhuinn stood from his
stool.
Saxton chuckled like an evil stepchild. "Message received, cousin. I'll be looking forward
to it." Qhuinn turned without another word. "Qhuinn, before you leave. Tell me
something, does he scream my name when you make him come because that was my
favorite part."
Qhuinn took deep breaths. He had to keep himself under control. Turn the fuck around
and leave, he thought to himself.
"Oh you haven't gotten that far I see." Saxton laughed. "I guess I should have known
you'd be a selfish lover."
Qhuinn stepped forward, slamming a hard hand on Saxton's shoulder. He leaned down,
placing his lips at his ear. "I'm going to fuck you up so bad that you are going to wish you
were never born." He pushed off of Saxton and stepped away.
"I think you got it wrong Qhuinn. You are the one that should have never been born.
You're the defect of the family, not me." Qhuinn's stomach was in complete knots. He
couldn't look at Saxton anymore. He turned and walked away, erasing everyone's mind
on his way out. By the time he was outside, his entire body was shaking. When he finally
climbed into the Hummer, he leaned his head forward and tried to calm his shaking body,
but it wouldn't stop. His knuckles were white from the grip he had on the steering wheel.
He jumped when the passenger side door opened.
Blay was looking at him. "What's going on?" He couldn't find his voice to answer.
"Qhuinn, are you okay?" Blay shut the door and walked around to the driver's door and
opened it. "Move over. Let me drive." Qhuinn couldn't release the grip on the wheel. He
literally felt like he was having a panic attack. Blay laid his hands on top of his. "Qhuinn,
relax." His other hand came down softly on his shoulder. "Relax." Slowly, his body
became less tense. He released his grip and slid over to the passenger's side while Blay
climbed in and started the engine. John was already settled in the backseat. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]