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CHAPTER 50: a cry for help

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"So far, the Fire Devils have lost a total of three lives whereas the Bowers Gang, one." I nodded in acknowledgement before shooing the man away. He tips forward his hat before leaving the room. It's the third day since this whole war started and finally, the location of Brielle's mother is known. She was excited about it and we sent Alfonso and some of the others to get her.

I was just happy that Brielle's mother was coming back. Her daughter had been worrying non stop for the past three days. I think it would benefit all of us to only focus on one situation now and that was to put a stop to Liam's gang.

"Cousin, my dad said that he and the others have arrived at the location. They'll be back within two-ish hours or so—oh, Jaxon also told me to tell you Jimmy can't make it tonight to watch over Brielle. He said his wife and children need him at home." I nodded once again, rubbing my temple as I felt a headache come on, "hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just been doing a lot of work," I told Coco as she looked at me in concern before scoffing, her hands on her hips.

"That's because you've been up since four in the morning. Owen, go take a nap or better yet, just take a break. Watching you like this might give me heartache." I rolled my eyes at Chloe's comment before standing up from my chair. She was always worried about me. Despite being the youngest, she always did have a knack for worrying and to be honest, she only had her mother to blame for that.

"You're right. I'll take a break for a few hours. How's Brielle? Is she alright?" Coco nodded before settling in the chair across me, "last time I saw her, she was jumping off the walls. Silly thing."

"Oh, yeah, she's great and instead of moping today, she's actually being productive and let me tell you something, that girl can draw." I nodded in response knowing full well the art skills my girl possessed. My girl. God, I am fucking whipped for her.

I got up out of the chair and Coco followed after me. We headed out of the room and heard music from the kitchen. I simply shrugged as we headed through to see Brielle sat at the table, music coming from her phone as she sang softly, her hand working quickly on the sketch in front of her.

"Glitter's sparkling on your heart now, darling. Won't you stay?" she sang as we walked into the room. She didn't seem to notice us enter as she focused deeply on her work, "I'm here wondering what to say. You're putting me away now."

Her eyes drifted up slowly to me with a smile as her hand never fazed its movements. I placed a kiss on her temple as I looked down at her work. There were drawings of eyes or different colours, noses and mouths on her sketchpad. In the centre, the piece she was currently working on was two eyes with a few labels written around them.

Owen Bowers

BLUE EYES - HINTS OF LIGHT BLUE / LIGHT GREEN

The eyes were stern, eyebrows slightly furrowed together, but other than that, they looked a lot like mine. The same expression that I usually have on my face when I'm thinking really hard. She must've memorised the expression or she had her sketchpad out one time and I haven't noticed.

"Do you like it? It's not that good, but I put a lot of work into it so I couldn't really get rid of it," she told me as she set the pad down on the table for me to see more clearly. Her own eyes were on there, long thick lashes and green-ish eyes with a hint of blue. I stared at it in awe, tracing my
finger over it before looking at the other drawings. Darren's eyes, Cassidy's eyes and Coco's as well. They were all there, bright and cheery like in person.

"It's amazing," I told her, settling in the chair next to her. Coco seemed to have gone outside where Jasmine was as I contently watched Brielle draw, songs on her playlist coming on, "you're so talented."

"Thank you, but it is a lot of work and trust me, I'm not the best." her modesty made her shy and cute all at the same time. My arm was over her seat as she worked completely unfazed by me whatsoever, "I don't have the art supplies so I'm going to finish this sketch in school. I'll make it the very best. Just for you."

I grinned as she gave me a peck on the lips. She smiled back as she leaned back to continue on another drawing. My eyes drifted down her from the gorgeous locks of blonde hair, each strand like a thread of pure gold, her plump lips that expressed soft words of songs that made me melt like some soppy ice cube and the outfits she wore that made her look so innocent in my eyes until I hear her speak.

She has well and truly fucked with my head and there wasn't any way of turning back from that. I would say that I loved her. Of course, I did and I have done for years, but this was completely different. I was truly whipped for the girl and not like classic horny teenage boy whipped, who would jack off to her. No, I respected her, I had fallen in love with her and I would destroy myself if it meant she would be happy. I would even bow down to her and kiss her feet if I could.

"Sing, baby," I told her as she looked up suddenly in surprise, "I wanna hear your voice. Please."

"Baby, right now it feels like. It feels like you don't care. Why don't you recognise I'm so rare?" I groaned in response, burying my head into her neck as she stopped drawing, cradling my head in her arms. There was a giggle from her as she sighed.

"Oh, silly. Stop it." she scolded, but I shook my head in response, smelling her scent deeply. She honestly smells so heavenly in whatever she wears and sometimes, she even smells like me which is a scent I never thought would suit her, but it did. It made it seem even more like we were bonded together, "how are things at that special headquarters of your's? Jaxon's been telling me you've been driving him mad."

"I'm his brother. It's practically my job and to be honest, I wouldn't have started to do so if he hadn't put that fake scorpion on my desk. If anything, he deserves it," I told her as she continued her sketch. She was currently doing my brother's eyes from a picture he sent her, "I'll be going back there tonight so I can't stay with you. Jimmy can't as well because he's needed at home—"

"Are you serious?" she said in shock, "we have a game of scrabble that I need to beat him in otherwise, I need to give him ten dollars."

Bets were natural in this gang life, but I still consider it shallow how a fully grown man can ask money off my oblivious girlfriend. Jimmy has always been a kid at heart. At his wedding, he decided it was a good idea to go on his last shoplifting mission to mark his final breath of freedom. All I can say is that I wasn't impressed and neither was his wife.

"He asked money from you?" I asked as she nodded. Grumbling under my breath, I rolled my eyes, "don't give him any and if he asks why, tell him I said so. You are not giving that fucker a single dollar, got it? Knowing him, he probably cheated. I wouldn't know how, but Jimmy's like that."

"Owen, chill. It's not that deep," she told me and my eyes snapped down at her with a glare. I watched her face morph into amusement as she looked away, "anyway, I owed him for the drinks he bought us last time, remember?"

The sudden realisation that I never gave Jimmy the money back after promising to do so hits me hard. Brielle shouldn't have to pay him back wit her money because it was my idea to get drinks. I was going to give him back the money, but I think the survival of my gang is more important than some small bet.

"That guy's a man and yet he acts like a kid," I spoke under my breath as I sensed the smile on Brielle's face. She was always able to put up with me and the gang and I've always felt she found us easy to handle like a small fish or a puppy that slept all day, "anyway, you finish up here. I'll have a quick word with Jaxon before I leave. Eat your dinner and sleep well, okay?"

"Yes, Owen. I know." I placed a soft kiss upon her lips before standing up and looking down at her for a quick second, "I love you."

"I love you too, blondie."

My brother was the kind of guy who was immature, but when it came to the safety of others, he took it dead serious. I was in his room talking to him and I've never seen such a grave expression on his face. The work must've started to affect him because he looked tired, more tired than I've seen him before yet he continued to work hard.

"Me and Darren will be leaving. Don't let her out of your sight for my sake. I know you're my brother, but she's my girlfriend so...just...don't let her out of your sight." Jaxon nodded at every word, moving away from his desk before walking to the window and looking out at the setting sun. Sometimes I wish evenings were like this. Peaceful.

Evenings as a child was one of the best things when dad was home. He would return to the house at seven in the evening and the sun would be setting in the horizon. We would all sit at our dinner table and mom would all give us our dinners, the orange glow of the sun shining through into the kitchen. Mom and dad talked about business or school before talking to us. Occasionally, there was the bad dad jokes or the actually decent jokes that dad stole from our mother.

I enjoyed that carefree life that I used to live and when my parents died, things just weren't ever the same again. Dinner times were dull and quiet, more so for my brother because I usually wasn't around. Aunt K and Al tried to fix that hole we had in our hearts, but nothing would ever fill it no matter how much love you put in. Nothing ever felt like it did with mom and dad and every time I thought about it, my chest hurt so my like it was something I yearned for yet I was never going to get it.

"Make sure she's not alone for dinner tonight," I told him texting Alfonso before slipping my phone into my pocket, "and if she ever is sad, just give her some of the doughnuts on the side."

"Yeah, I got it. Look, bro, don't worry about it." oh, I've heard that before, "everything will be fine. A okay even. You get out there and enjoy your leader responsibilities whilst I take care of that girlfriend of your's."

I simply rolled my eyes before heading out of the room, Jaxon following after me. I opened the front door and walked out whilst my brother waved at me from the door.

Looking up, I noticed Brielle at the window. She pouted slightly before waving down at me. A smile covered my face as I waved her back. I knew she was going to struggle with being separated from me. She's like that sometimes especially with me. I promised I'd be back soon with a pack of triple chocolate chip cookies just for her.

"Bye!" she shouted from the window. The wind picked up slightly, her hair moving gently in the breeze as I saluted to her, "don't forget my cookies!"

A light chuckle left me as I walked over to my car and got in, closing the door behind me. I took one last glance at Brielle as she stared contently at me before putting my seatbelt on and driving off.


I watched as Owen's car left through the gang's gates before disappearing off into the distance. Now I was in for a boring night in until my mom gets back tomorrow morning.

There as still a clear sense of tension in the air around me, probably from the worry that Owen wouldn't return when he said or the fact he wouldn't bring my cookies. Both situations weren't ideal, in my opinion.

I felt like a little kid being looked after by a babysitter. There were certain things I couldn't do, certain places o couldn't go to without people worrying I might get hurt.

Jaxon was as close to being a little kid as anyone our age could get. The way he carried himself with such immaturity is as shocking considering the contrast between him and his brother.

I continued to look out at the view from Owen's window when the bedroom door opened. The familiar soft footsteps of someone behind me made me turn around.

"Oh, hey. I guess you're stuck with me for tonight then," I spoke softly as he sat on the bed across me, "as soon as this is all over, I might end up sleeping for a few years."

"Think how we feel. I've been up since one in the morning helping out. Things haven't been like this in a while so we're all still getting used to it." I nodded, walking over to him and settling on the bed, hugging one of Owen's pillows and breathing in the scent of pure bliss and comfort. His scent was utterly intoxicating to me.

"Sorry for causing a lot of trouble with mom," I told him and his head snapped up suddenly in protest, "I didn't want to cause a scene, but I was scared I wasn't going to see her again."

"No, don't say that. It wasn't your fault, okay? It's that psycho dad of yours that's the problem. That guy needs to chill." I giggled, burying my face into the pillow. This wasn't really something to laugh about, but I couldn't help it. It was nice for Jaxon to lift my mood from recent events. I was just excited for all this to be over because I haven't been back to the house in ages and to be in my bed again would be an absolute dream.

"He's lost it, Jax. Every time I hear about something he's done or see what he looks like now, I don't recognise who I see. It's like the man I'm looking at isn't my dad. He's just a stranger." Jaxon offers a supportive smile before placing a hand over mine.

"That man ruined you and your mother's lives. He sold you a dream of a loving family when he ruined it all for you. You and your mother don't deserve that and that man certainly doesn't deserve the title of 'dad' if that's how he treats his former wife and child."

I knew he was right in this situation. My dad lost it all after the company he worked at lost their money and closed and my mother was there to support him the whole way. She rekindled that spirit he originally had in him that made him the family man that he was, but after battling between the odds of good and evil, it was clear who was winning.

I thought something was up when dad started staying out late, arguing with mom over nothing and breaking things to settle the score, but my heart was too out of it to ever believe it for myself. Now I just wonder why I had been so stupid because we could've run and maybe we wouldn't be in this mess right now.

"Look, I know it's tough with all this going on right now, but that shouldn't stop you from eating correctly. Come on, I'll cook us dinner."


With my stomach full and a smile on my face, I headed up to Owen's room for bed. I walked into the bathroom and turned the lights on before grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste.

I would've never thought Jaxon could cook a mean spaghetti bolognese. That guy surprised me all the time and I don't mean the surprised where he jumps out from behind doors and scares me. The good surprises. The ones that everyone likes.

All I knew was that I could sleep happy tonight without a worry because Jaxon was here, mom was coming back tomorrow and Owen would return with those cookies I wanted. Nothing could possibly dampen my mood right now.

I finished in the bathroom and got changed into some pyjamas, shorts and one of Owen's shirts. Every time I look at that bathroom, I can't forget what happened in there. The moaning, kissing, touching, fucki—.

My cheeks immediately flared up as I threw the covers over me. Ugh, who knew Owen would be the one to bring out this kind of side to me? I'm usually so reserved and always thinking of innocent thoughts, but here I am, thinking about sexy time with Owen.

The time was nearly eleven when I finally settled into a comfortable silence. The TV downstairs could be heard which probably meant Jaxon was up. Ever since this whole war started, no one's had regular sleeping times. The times varied every day due to inaccurate pieces of work being given.

My skin pricked with goosebumps as I tossed and turned until I was in a comfortable position. I faced towards the bedroom door, holding onto a pillow to try and make up for the missing warmth of a particular person. Soon, sleep started to take over and my eyes fluttered shut.


Nothing was better than spending a night at home and not doing any work. My brother was lucky he had this every night because I know he'd go crazy. For someone who works a lot and probably too much, he certainly knows how to balance his work and his personal life. Maybe I should ask him for some tips.

Brielle was asleep upstairs because I went to check on her. She laid there peacefully without a worry in the world. To not stress out about something for once is what she deserves. She's always worrying and stressing out so a break must be nice for her.

I had always hoped my brother would end up dating her. He deserved to be happy just as much as she did especially after everything he's been through and a few years ago, Brielle was one of the only girls Owen could tolerate and have just a bit of love for.

My gaze was fixated on the screen in front of me, the cold blue glow of the screen creating shadows on my face as I checked the time for the fiftieth time tonight. Maybe this staying in and not doing anything isn't as great as I thought it would be.

There was a sudden thud from above me. My head snapped up to stare at the roof before dismissing the sound for something falling or even Owen's dog, Jasmine. After all, I saw her head into Owen's room when I left. I didn't think Jasmine could make that much noise though.

There was some more noise from upstairs followed by the piercing scream of Brielle. I pushed myself up quickly, moving past everything quickly and sprinting up the stairs to Owen's room, the thudding of my feet upon the hard wood following.

I threw the door open to see Jasmine barking angrily at the open balcony. The thin curtain moved softly against the wind as I took in the sight of the room. My blood seemed to run cold as the bed where Brielle originally laid was

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