A/N: thank you so much to alphaross for the amazing banner! proper made me laugh that one!

DRAKE POV

I’m not going to be one of those dicks that sits there and says ‘I’m not scared of anything.’

No man likes to admit it, but everyone’s scared of something. When I was a kid I used to be terrified of that creepy little chucky doll after Nate and I watched the movie and my dad being the wonderful parent he is brought me the doll for my 8th birthday. I locked the creepy little ginger bastard away in the attic first chance I got.

As you get older, things don’t scare you as easily. Even when I first went to prison, I was nervous but I was never actually scared. It was more anxiety, I was at the point of my life where I didn’t really care if I got stabbed in the neck with a spork in the lunchroom after everything that happened, but it didn’t meant the thought of it didn’t make me a little agitated.

So yeah, as a grown man not a lot scares you.

But right now I’ll swallow my pride and admit I was fucking terrified.

I was currently stood outside of the warehouse where all the shipments of the pills were being dealt with, and I was just about to go in and quit. Tell Derek and my dad that I was out and didn’t want to do this anymore. And there was a part of me that didn’t know if I’d actually make it out of the warehouse with all my limbs once I did.

I knew the type of person I was working for and I knew it would not be easy, but I had no choice.

I never wanted to do this; I never wanted to fall into this life like my dad did. I agreed to it and I admit it was stupid but I was at rock bottom. I’d lost everyone I’d remotely given a shit about and I just wanted to sink as far down as I possibly could.

But I had it back now. It wasn’t perfect I knew that, what was though?

I knew me and Nate weren’t completely back to normal, but we were talking. That was something.

I knew things with me and Mia weren’t perfect right now, the situation was complicated as hell but I wanted it to be something that resembled perfect. I’d settle for ‘decent’ to be honest, I just wanted some form of a normal life where I was actually happy, and as much of a soppy bastard I must sound saying this she was one of the only things that did make me happy.

Jesus Christ I think I’ve just started my period…

We’d gotten over the first hurdle: Nate.

Even he has sort of given his consent; the condition was I had to get out of this mess.

So here I was, trying to get out of it to sort my life out.

I felt like an adult. Like I was breaking my maturity virginity and becoming a man.

Some people experienced this when they start their first job or something, I experience it just as I’m about to walk into a drug factory and hand in my resignation.

My life ladies and gentlemen…

I took a deep breath and walked in, instantly the smell of weed fills my nostrils. Clearly a couple of the guys were ‘testing the products’ before they got put out on the streets to sell. I’ll admit I'm guilty of that as well. Who would say no to free shit? Do you have any idea how expensive drugs are now days?

We’re in a recession.

A couple of the guys greet me as I walk through. I walk straight through the main factory line to the back office where I knew Derek would be in. The only time he comes out of it is if someone is fucking about to put them in their place.

I open the door as soon as I reach it because if I think about it for too long I’ll start to worry about the fact I may have broken legs in about 5 minutes time.

“Drake, my favourite little minion, you aren’t supposed to be here today are you?” Derek instantly greets me as I walk in and close the door.

He was sat at his desk with his hands linked together and resting on his stomach. My father was also in the room along with another one of Derek’s lackeys who were both sat on a couple of chairs opposite the desk.

“No I’m not, I haven’t come here to work.” I inform him, and his eyebrows rise in interest.

“So why else are you here then?” Derek asks, cocking his head with curious expression.

“I’m out.” I tell him, my voice firm. I may be shitting myself slightly he was going to break my legs, but the worst thing you could do was let a man like that know “I’m not doing this anymore.”

He was silent for a while, he didn’t look pissed off he looked more amused than anything else.

“So this is you handing in your resignation?” He asks with a hint of a smirk to his mouth.

“Call it whatever you want.” I reply.

“You really want to do this? It took you long enough to agree and after less than 2 months you're walking away?” Derek asks me.

“Look I don’t want any trouble; I've not come here to kick off. I'm just done with this.” I know that kicking off with this man wouldn’t end well considering I was severely outnumbered, so this was me bringing out my mature side.

All I was missing was a suit and mortgage and I was basically a 40 year old dude.

“Were we not paying you enough?” Derek sounds genuinely curious. Whatever that man says it always sounds like he’s thinking about some private joke, and it was very uneasy. He wasn’t being threatening, but you knew it wasn’t knock knock jokes going through that man’s mind.

“It’s not that at all, it was good money but as I said before and I repeat again, I’m out.” I say again, sounding slightly pissed off because I keep repeating the same thing. Sounds like I'm singing the chorus to a fucking song “I want a life, a proper one. And this isn’t it.”

Derek cocks his head a little, his eyes studying me intently.

To my utter shock, and I mean serious shock, so much so I almost shit a brick as I heard him say the next word.

“Okay.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. Did I just hear him right?

“Okay?” I repeat in disbelief “That’s it?”

A smirk rises in the corner of his mouth “Yep, what did you expect?”

“Well for one my cock cut off and down my throat.” I reply honestly.

He lets out a laugh “What kind of man do you take me for Drake.”

Now this sentence made me feel slightly uneasy, because it wasn’t a question. Again, he sounded like he was enjoying some private joke.

I knew it was my cue to leave, and I knew I would be looking over my shoulder for a while yet because I refused to believe that a man like that would just allow me to leave without so much as a boot to the throat.

“I’m going to go. Thank you for taking it so well.” My voice was clipped, and I never broke his eye contact because I refused to let that man think he intimidated me in the slightest, and I was not going to let him think I was that easy to convince.

“See you around Drake.” He gave me an amused smirk.

That one simple sentence put me right on edge, because I don’t know if it’s my paranoia but it sounded like a threat.

A promise.

I turned my back, catching a glimpse of my father looking over at me. His eyes looked worried. He actually looked concerned as he stared over in my direction to my utter shock.

Without another word, I turned and left the room.

Once I was outside the warehouse and back to the car, I let out a sigh.

I slumped my head on the steering wheel, ignoring the quick honk of the car horn as I thought about what I had just done.

It couldn’t be that easy. I knew it wasn’t. His words rang through my head, the promise of them. My fathers worried stare as I left the room.

I knew it would be a while before I stopped looking over my shoulder.

But there was nothing else I could do. If he was going to come at me, he would do it. All I could do was carry on as normal and just hope the bastard had grown fed up of having me as his employee.

Wouldn’t be that farfetched, I smoked more of the product than I sold.

I found myself grinning and I lifted my head of the steering wheel. I reached inside my jacket pocket and pulled out a clear plastic bag of some of the weed I swiped on my way out just now. I let out a laugh as I looked at the bag.

Okay, maybe I haven’t quite hit maturity just yet…

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“Nate I don’t really think we should celebrate just yet.” I tell my best friend who was already slinging his jacket on by the door.

“Shut the fuck up, you’ve grown a set of balls and walked away from your little gangster squad. Actually walked, not crawled or limped, walked. If that’s not cause for celebration then I don’t know what is.” Nate replies and I shake my head in amusement “Since this is the first time I can stand to be in a room with you for a couple of months now, we should be drinking.”

“When do you think we shouldn’t be drinking?” Lacey asks him rhetorically.

“Never. We should always be drunk. Imagine how great life would be, plus he brought some of his work home with him so our night is sorted.” Nate gestures his head towards me referring to the bag of weed I stole from the warehouse earlier.

“You’re such a good legal guardian.” Mia smiles sarcastically at her brother, and I burst out laughing.

“A lot of kids your age would love to have me as a guardian. Just don’t tell dad or he’ll drown me in the pool.” Nate points at Mia with a serious expression. Mia smiles and pretends to lock her lips.

“Where the hell are you going anyway?” Lacey asks him because he had on his outdoor stuff. By outdoor stuff I don’t mean like a winter coat and snow boats, I mean just a jacket and shoes.

“Well if we’re smoking that then I want food. A lot of it. And plus we need some more beer we’re down to like 12 cans.” Nate says and shivers slightly at the idea of the beer flow being that low. He points at Lacey “Off your ass you're coming with me.”

Lacey’s face falls and she lets out a whine “Why me? I’m comfortable!”

“Because I said so, plus I need to learn to be comfortable with leaving those two alone so what better time to start?” Nate says and I find my gaze going to Mia who was smiling and looking down in slight embarrassment at her brother pointing that out.

Nate walks over to the sofa and grabs Lacey by her arm “Get off your lazy ass woman!”

Lacy struggles for a while and whines, but Nate is a strong lad. He yanks her up to her feet with ease and gives her one forceful shove towards the door.

“Jesus, calm down Chris Brown no need to get violent.” Lacey almost yells at him before she skulks over to the front door. Just as they were almost out of it, I hear her turn to Nate “You’re buying me a Toblerone. A big one.”

I laugh to myself as the door shuts to them two bickering. Mia is also shaking her head in amusement at the pair, then suddenly her eyes are on me and a slight smile is on her face as we realise we are alone.

I smile back for a while, not quite knowing what to say.

Before I knew it, I was laughing “Not quite sure what to do now.”

“Don’t look at me I’m just as lost as you are” she holds her hands up.

“Like a tourist in London?” I ask her with a smirk, remembering the first night I came out of prison and her beating up that surfer asshole when he was feeling her up against the wall of the club. She burst out laughing at the memory.

“Oh Jesus I almost forgot about that. Poor guy, wonder if he’s even fertile now?”

I shrug “Probably not, you kicked him in the balls with heels. That’s not exactly pro fertility is it?”

She laughs a little harder, her head cocking back slightly. I find myself smiling as I stare at her laughing. I loved it when she did that.

I know some girls think that they have to try and look hot by standing in front of a mirror half naked doing a duck face and taking a photo of themselves to upload on Facebook (most of those pictures are hot don’t get me wrong, so girls carry on with the half nude self-shots) but personally I think seeing a girl just laugh makes her look more beautiful than any amount of make up or lack of clothing could.

Although the lack of clothing does help.

I find myself rising to my feet and I see her laughter stop as she notices I'm on the move.

I smirk to myself as I walk over to the sofa and slump down next to her, my arm automatically going to the back of the sofa behind her. She looks up at me with an amused expression at my gesture, clearly finding it funny that I was suddenly being…what’s the word a girl would use? Cute?

I hated that word. No man wants to be cute. They want to be butch.

That’s why every compliment we dish out is expected to be repaid in blowjobs.

“You know what I realised I haven’t seen in a while?” I humour, and she looks at me curiously. I smirk “The tag on your ass that makes you my property.”

She closes her eyes and lets out a groan “Jesus I almost forgot about that.”

I let out a laugh “Get it out I want to see it.”

“No way, I’m not going to show it to you whenever you order.”

“Yes you will, you're my property. Now do as I say woman.” I order trying to hold back a laugh.

“You know Lacey almost choked to death when I showed her?” She informs me as if I should feel guilty, but I actually just laugh pretty hard.

“How is that surprising, that girl chokes all the time.” A dirty smirk rises to my mouth “She’s probably currently choking on something now she’s alone with your brother.”

Her face scrunches in disgust and she gags slightly, giving me the exact reaction I wanted.

“That is revolting, that’s my brother you sick fuck!” she almost groans, her hands on the side of her head as if she was going to physically push that image out of her head.

“Just imagine it…” I begin, placing my first in front of my mouth as I start to do the blow job impression “Gobble Gobble-Nate-Gobble Gobble-You touched a lung-Gobble.”

“FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP!” she screams, her eyes scrunched shut and her hands almost ripping her hair out. I burst out laughing as she looks up at me in disbelief “How the hell are you so good at mimicking blowjobs? Is it a prison thing?”

“Oh look a prison joke, how surprising.” I mock and she smiles smugly. I shake my head “Well I was impersonating you actually…”

She punched me in the chest and I laugh at her reaction. I see the guilty little smirk on the corner of her mouth though.

“Does your brother know by the way?” I suddenly ask.

She looks at me like I'm an idiot “He’s seen footage of it Drake.”

I roll my eyes “No not that, about the tattoo.”

Her mouth forms into an O as she realises her mistake “No way, I don’t think it will help this whole healing and getting things back to normal right now. I’ll tell him one day. Maybe when I'm like 30.”

“Not planning to remove it then?” I ask her with a smirk.

She looks up at me, cocking her head with an amused smile “Haven’t decided yet. Depends how much I hate you in the years to come.”

My grin widens “So it’s up to me to persuade you to keep it then?”

She nods her head “Pretty much yeah.”

I nod back at her “Can I start now?”

Her smile widens, giving me the answer I wanted. I leaned my head in until my lips were on hers, and as soon as I felt her respond, I knew that every single decision I made today was worth it. Just for this tiny moment here, sat on the sofa with her talking about absolute shit and kissing her was worth almost having my knee caps removed.

I was finally grasping what it meant to like someone, and that to be honest scared me more than any thoughts of prison or getting the shit kicked out of me by Derek.

It scared me but there was no way I was giving this up, because as I said before, she was pretty much the only thing that made me this happy.

The kiss deepened pretty quickly and I lifted my hand to tangle it in her hair. I felt the tip of her tongue against mine and I felt the heat over my skin instantly, and I knew the little man (little my ass) was starting to stand to full attention.

I felt her nibble my bottom lip slightly and that made the little man stand up faster than slim fucking shady.

She pulled away slightly, her face still close to mine and her breath heavy as I could tell she was just as turned on as I was.

“How long do you think until Lacey and Nate get back?” She asks, her voice low.

The corner of my mouth twitched “Not long, but I’m not even ashamed to admit all I’m going to need is 10 minutes.”

She lets out a laugh at my statement, and I suddenly start doubting myself. With this girl I would need less than 10 minutes probably.

“What every girl wants to hear.” She states.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make it feel like 15.” I inform her as serious as I could, and again she laughs.

“That is so hot.” She moans playfully, and I smile as I see her move her head forward until once again her mouth was on mine.

My hand instantly moves down her body to her thigh and down to the back of her knee. I grab it and gently lift it so her leg is over my lap, my hand caressing back up to her ass without any shame.

I was proud of the fact I couldn’t keep my hands off her ass. It meant it was a hot ass.

So that is how we were, on the sofa with her legs over me, my hand gripping her fine ass and making out like it was nobody’s business.

So that is the sight that awaited the person who kicked the front door in so forcefully it came off its hinges.

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