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"The heart of ACE is highly protected, like that of ETF. There seems to be no visible way by which we can successfully find the Angelo brothers' location" Diesel speaks, the corners of his mouth sneering.

"There is" I turn to find Felicio's daughter in the hallway. Her hair is tied up in a neat bun and those foxy eyes of hers staring right at Diesel.

"And what might that be, smarty?" Felix raises his eyebrow.

I don't know why I defended him in front of Bianca. I didn't mean to, but what I said was nothing but the truth. I trust him a hundred times more than I trust Bianca, and if she dares to question my selection, she's going to have a hard time.

"Mal" she states, walking further into the room.
"What about Mal?" Bianca is quick to ask. Felicio's daughter takes a step towards her and raises a brow.

"What a shame. You're still the same raging bitch as always"

Her voice has a slight British accent. It's almost impossible to make it out unless you're listening carefully.

"Answer the fucking question, Roxy" Bianca sizzles. Felix goes to grab popcorn from the kitchen but I pull him back by his collar.

"Jeez, chill. You're giving me a headache" Roxy rubs her temples.

"What about Mal?" I ask her this time. She shrugs.

"I don't know. Ask your girlfriend"

I narrow my eyes at her, clenching my jaw.
"What are you talking about?"

She moves across the room to Diesel, who cradles his head in his hands but lifts it as he sees her approach.

"Astraea Dione Iglesias" she settles down on his lap, and he wraps his arms around her frame, burying his face in her neck.

It almost makes me gag.

Astraea Dione Iglesias. How in the fucking world does she know Iris' full name?

"Maybe you should try asking her about Mal. She'll probably know" she winks at me.

A wave of protectiveness comes over me and I stride towards her, jaw clenched.

"Stop dragging random people into this matter" I cringe when I call her a random person.

"She's not a random person, Zane. You know that" her eyes meet mine and she blinks "Maybe ask her where she was on Sunday at 8:30 pm"

My heart drops.

Ex-fucking-cuse me?

"Stop fucking hinting and just say it" Bianca raises her voice.

"She was with Mal, Zane. Your little Astraea was with Mal Angelo"

My phone dings and I lean over to pick it up from the bedside table.

Ever since the occurrence with Roxy, my heart feels fucking heavy for no reason.
That can't be. That can't fucking be. She would've told us. Told me. I warned everyone. Everyone including Bianca to not say a word about this in front of her. I'll ask her about it when time's right.

You put too much trust in her.
She could be with ACE for all we know.

I pick up the phone and notice a text.

Iris: Yo. I can't sleep.

My hand shakes in anger as I look at it. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Me: I can.

Iris: Rude. I want an Icee :(

A part of me wants to take her out to get an Icee at two In the morning like a fuckin' idiot. Maybe that's what I fucking am. An absolute goddamn idiot. For her.

Me: Astraea, go to sleep.

Iris: that's what I just said, smarty-pants. I can't >:(

I don't notice that I'm smiling until I catch my reflection in the mirror. The smile immediately disappears.

Why the fuck are you acting like a lovesick teenager?

I fall back onto the bed, the phone in my hand and stare at the ceiling.

Iris: Can we call? You're not sleepy. I'm not sleepy, either. We should just give each other company.

My heart jumps at the message. Fuck, she has no idea how much courage it took to call her. I was so fucking worried.

Me: No.

Iris: please? :(

Me: No. Go the fuck to sleep.

Iris: Why is the f word in your dictionary so often? I just wanted to hear your voice, jeez.

My dick stands up when I read that fucking message. She wants to hear my fucking voice.

Eventually, she succeeds in convincing me to pick up her call.

"Hey! I want an Icee. Please and thank you" that squeaky voice of her says. It's so annoying but so fucking cute at the same time.

"And what do you want me to do about that?" I stare at the ceiling, smiling when she lists all the reasons I should get her an Icee. In that moment, I forget that I'm Zane Elias Aleksander. Right now, I'm Zee. I'm her fucking Zee.

"And then she asked me to bring her a charger even though I was missing. How crazy is that?" She explains.

I chuckle at her energy even though it's three in the fucking morning. We've been talking for an hour. Fuck, I wanna keep hearing her voice but I also want her to rest.

"Sleepy now?"
She yawns.

"A little"

"Go to sleep, Iris. I'll see you tomorrow" I smile. There's a slight pause "Tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Somehow"
"Zee, I'm going out of the city tomorrow"

That should not have stung me as much as it did.

"What?" I ask. After the fucking incident, I'm anxious about her going anywhere I don't know of. I don't want that to happen again. If it does, I won't fucking be there to protect her.

"Mhm. I'm going out with Rina for the weekend" she says, her mouth full of something. She's eating at three? This girl's built different.

"So, since I know how much you're gonna miss me, you wanna go out?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

She squeals loud enough for me to hear.
"Think of it as whatever you want. I'm craving an Icee. Pick me up in five. See ya"

I'm craving you.

Fuck.

I'm abnormally hard. For fucks sake, all she said was that she wanted to hear my voice. Why is my dick getting so fucking excited over that?

I wait outside her apartment at four in the morning.

She quickly scurries out the door and runs over to the car, getting in the passenger's seat.

"You won't believe what happened!" She practically screams. I look at her excited face, confused.

"What?"

"I have a date tomorrow"

"You- what?"

I'm not exaggerating when I say I've never been so mad and confused at the same time.

A fucking date? Maybe if I just murder him before he has the chance to take her out, it'll be okay.

Why do you care?

Shit. I don't know. Why do I care?

"Who?" I ask, teeth gritted. Name. I want his name.

She flips her hair over her back, almost slapping me in the face with it, and sighs.

"Well, it's not technically a date, but a friend of mine is coming with Rina and me today. I have the whole day planned on my notes app" she beams.

"What's his name?" I sound so fucking desperate. They can fuck for all I care.

Shit, no.
If he touches her, I'll break off his fucking hands.

"His name's Callum. I call him Cal. He's really sweet and buys me Icees" she leans back on the seat.

"I buy you Icees, too" I grumble before I have the chance to think about it.

Well, would you look at that. An idiot acting like an idiot.

She stares at me like I have a Santa had on. Her stupid brown eyes widen and her cheeks bloom a pinkish colour.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She's so fucking pretty.

"We're here" I redirect the conversation and gesture towards her favourite Icee shop.

"Oh, right" she clears her throat and gets out of the car as fast as she can. My dick twitches, again.

I wait outside for her until she walks out of the shop with two drinks in her hand.

"They have so many cute decorations! God, I need to go shopping" she places a cup in my hand and takes a sip out of her own.

As I start the car, I feel her fingertips brush over my left bicep. I stop breathing, trying my best to concentrate on the road.

I don't push her away. I just let her do whatever she wants. I guess that's our thing now. Her doing crazy, reckless things and me just letting them pass without any question.

"You're so big" she mumbles as her fingers gently brush under the sleeve of my T-shirt.

To say that I'm hard would be a massive understatement.

A little 'fuck' escapes my lips before I can stop it, and she immediately pulls her hand away.

"Keep fucking touching me" I can't fucking hold back anymore. I can't fucking pretend like she's not affecting me when every single time she looks in my direction, I forget to breathe.

"You...like it when I touch you?" She tilts her head, her hair falling to the side.

"Yes"

Her hand goes back to its former position on my bicep and I drive as slow as I possibly can, just so I can live this moment a little longer.


A/N

Shoutout to my dad for bringing me takeout as I was writing this chapter 😌🖐

The way she affects him is killing me even though it's my book. Does that make sense?

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-Author.


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