chapter 8

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Ian POV

It has been absolutely hectic since boss died. The few who opposed my new position as their leader were dealt with accordingly. And the planning for his funeral was just extending the feelings I was feeling, hoping that with his burial my feelings would be buried too I was desperate to hold his funeral. And the funeral happens to be today. 

Being absolutely swamped with work I have been able to push aside the feelings but when everything stops I have to repress the emotions by becoming angry. Constantly I have this feeling to be near her. My angel, as she would calm the storm surging inside of me. I just know she would, as hell it's her fault I'm feeling anything at all. 

When I knew I couldn't go to her because I have to work and give her space so I don't come across as a creep, it just made me more angry. The amount of shit I have destroyed if I wasn't now rich I would be worried. It seems the only thing left undamaged in my room is her copy of Jane Eyre. Which I have read possibly three times now just to feel closer to her. God I sound so fucking pathetic. 

Walking out of my room dressed in the suit for the funeral later today I say to one of my guards "Clean" whilst motioning to my room. He nods and then scurries off. 

I'm not particularly in the mood for pleasantries. Hell I never have been, they are pointless. But I am especially not in the mood today, as not only is there the funeral but I have decided to check up on my good for nothing father- Bob. 

Bob, that son of a bitch. I don't know why, usually I give zero shits about that motherfucker but I just feel like I need to check up on him. Especially since I have stopped bothering to show up at my shifts and going 'home'. 

I make my way to the small little run down house and park my bike in the front yard. I trudge up the steps and before knocking on the door I take a deep breath. Why the fuck am I nervous? I am a fucking gangleader now. Jesus christ what is my life? And why the hell am I bothering to knock?

Lowering my fist I enter the house. Walking in the familiar god-awful stench weasels its way into my nose and I have to step over broken glass and squint to see down the dark hallway. 

"Bob" I yell down the hallway making my way into the living room. Not getting any response I am about to call him again before I hear loud snores coming from the couch. 

I walk closer to see the sight. I look away horrified at how he has treated himself. I shudder at the thought that I was heading down this path if it wasn't for Xavier. But I fear I am stepping down a possibly darker one instead. 

His snores fill the room. At least that bugger is alive, don't need to deal with another dead body, that shit is unnecessarily difficult. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and place it on the table in front of him as well as some painkillers. Deciding to mess with this fucker I go into his alcohol cabinet and I empty every bottle of liquor he owns before then filling the bottles back up with water.

Before I leave I then look back at the mess on the couch. Sighing I leave the room and walk into the front yard. Walking out of the house I see a gorgeous girl staring at my bike. It is my angel! 

She is stood on the sidewalk stopped completely, mouth agape looking at my bike and then her eyes lock with mine and she jumps slightly. Yet she doesn't take her eyes away and instead continues staring checking me out. God just seeing her all my anger at Bob and repressed feelings just feel lulled by her presence. 

"Like what you see huh angel" I shout so she can hear me, and knocking her out of her trance. I walk quickly over to her, scared that she will disappear and desperate to see her again.  

"Hi Ian" I hear her say quietly looking down at the sidewalk. Fuck she is adorable.

"Hi Angel" I say, now standing directly in front of her and staring down. She is startled and suddenly her beautiful brown eyes stare directly into my eyes. 

"Um- you look nice?" she says as a question and then looks back down. It's cute she is intimidated, and so innocent. 

I laugh and lean down so my face is in front of hers and lift up her chin so her eyes meet mine once again "Thank you, you look ravishing yourself" I say licking my lips. I take her reddened cheeks as a response and smile at the effect I have on her. 

"Where are you off to then?" I question, frustrated by her always walking by herself. Wherever she was going I was going to drop her off. 

She continues looking at me and says with a smile "Oh just making my way to the bookstore, my shift starts soon"

Deciding that I will drop her off at her shift I grab her hand and pull her to the bike hard enough so that any objection on her part wouldn't work. She looks stunned as I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her onto the bike. Then she says "Oh no you don't have to! It's ok, I'm almost there anyway! You look like you are going somewhere as well. I really wouldn't want to-", to shut her up I put the helmet on her head. I smile slightly at the sight and then say sternly "I'll drop you off on the way to my thing. No problem angel." whilst adjusting the straps. 

I hop into the bike and then grab her hands and wrap them around my waist as she seems too nervous to do it without prompting. I rev the engine and then hear a quiet "Thank you" that I can just make out over the engine.

"Anything for you" I say, shit that's a bit intense, oh well she better get fucking used to it. 

I love riding on the bike with her, she makes me enjoy it so much more. The wind feels better blowing against my face and her tiny hands wrapped around my torso give me the security to feel I can conquer anything. Stopping outside the bookstore I lift my angel off the bike, before she can then take off the helmet I do it for her.

"Thank you silver" she says which has me startled.

"Uh-Of course" I say turning away so she can't see the red my cheeks turned. She has a nickname for me too? I am so excited. God dammit why the hell am I so excited this girl as a nickname for me. I am pathetic. Knocking me out of my trance she says "So did you like it?"

Turning around to face her I say "Like what baby" amused at her adorable awkwardness. 

"Umm- the book the- Jane Eyre? It's ok if you haven't read it yet but-" I cut her off from her rambling and quote the book which has been my lifeline over the past few days to her whilst leaning down and tracing my fingers along her jaw. "Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own." Meaning every single word of it. 

She looks at me with wide eyes and blushed cheeks, I stand back up and drop my hand and say "Yes Angel, I enjoyed it" more than you will ever know. 

"Oh I'm glad, it is one of my favourite books."  she says beaming whilst I chuckles at her adorable response and a genuine smile plasters my face.

"I have your copy at home, can I return it to you later?" I ask, hoping this may be a way I get to see her again. 

"Yeah of course, all good!"  she says smiling up at me. This girl is so positive, usually this kind of shit would bother me but she has managed to infect me with her happiness. Hell she is my happiness.

"What time do you get off?" I ask. 

"At five thirty" she says looking back into my eyes. I nod my head thinking about the funeral and what time it finishes. 

"Well how about I pick you up and we can swing by my house to pick up your book and then I can drop you home." I say. 

"Oh I wouldn't want to-" my angel says, I cut her off and scoff whilst rolling my eyes. She really doesn't get it does she? I grab her shoulders, stare into her eyes and begin to shake her whilst saying "Get it through your thick skull you idiot. I. Want. To." 

Her eyes widen once again and she looks up at me confused "Okie, thank you" she says laughing slightly. 

I laugh at her and take my hands off her shoulders "See you later angel" I say as I turn around to walk away. Should I give her a kiss on the forehead? Is that weird? Shit why am I overthinking? I never do this shit. 

"Good luck with your suit thing" I hear her say.

I turn around looking at her and chuckle slightly "My 'suit thing'? I say using air quotes. 

"Yeah well you look all fancy, like you're going to something serious. So just wanted to say good luck" she responds. 

Realising I have the perfect opportunity I say ""Are you saying I usually dress like a slob?" putting on one of my angry faces. 

All the colour drains from her face and she begins shaking her head rapidly whilst stuttering "No.. ummm no way no it's just, that just um- suit"  whilst motioning her hands up and down. 

I can't hold it any longer and I burst out into laughter. I can't help myself, I move closer and lift her up to my height. Her intoxicating smell distracting me and her face is so close to mine. "You are so adorable" I mutter whilst pressing a kiss to her nose. 

She remains quiet and as what I have just  done dawns on me I snap out of it. Regretfully I put her down and put on a stern face. "Five thirty" I say with a sharp nod and then get on my bike leaving. 

FUCK. 

It scared me. I have never been that affectionate with someone before. Jesus christ why did it have to scare me so much. Fuck me. God she's probably angry at me. I will make it up to her. And that is a fucking promise. 

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