“It stops me from being fucking crazy. It is the only thing that keeps me calm.”
I rest my head on his shoulder before holding my hand up. He hesitates, searching my eyes, but I lift it higher, indicating that I want a drag. He eventually inhales deeply before offering it to me and speaking sternly.
“Don’t ever make a fucking habit out of it, it’s not for everyone and drugs can ruin lives.”
My eyes soften as he attempts to baby me before I move my eyes to it and gently take it from him. As I bring it to my lips, he continues.
“And whatever you do, don’t tell Reign, he would beat my ass, or if worse kill me.”
I giggle with a headshake before nestling it between my lips and inhaling the potent smoke deeply into my lungs. It instantly makes me cough and Chaos chuckles shaking his head as he takes it from my fingers.
“Fucking lightweight.”
Once I have gathered myself, I toss my head back on his shoulder once more.
“That’s not fair. I do not smoke it. Maybe if—”
I pause and glance up at him to see his eyes are stern as expected which causes me to smile widely. When he sees I am messing with him, he starts tickling my ribs making me laugh uncontrollably while thrusting around. He suddenly wraps his arm over the bottom of my back before swiftly moving me to straddle his lap, not being gentle with me at all, which is somewhat what I needed, and I didn’t know how much until my time with him today.
Bringing his hand to the side of my neck and his thumb to my cheek, he captures my lips before shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. Our make-out session becomes heated and wild almost instantly. His hands find their way under my hoodie, gripping my bare ass tightly and he grinds my wet pussy against his stiff cock as we both start to lose ourselves in the moment. Soon enough, we are consumed by arousal once more, and I find myself riding his dick.
It has been some weeks since my time with Chaos at the beach and he is packing a bag to go out of the city for the night. I pace back and forth which he clocks on to and raises an eyebrow at me.
“What’s up, Lil Chaos. You’re on edge.”
I pause and stare at him from a distance.
“What is happening with your dads? Are they not pissed you saved me and fucked their whole plan?”
He blows out a big breath, stuffing a shirt into his bag, then he stands upright before shrugging his big shoulders.
“We’ve not heard from them.”
My brows knit and I tilt my head to the side.
“Does that not concern you?”
“With Arlo Hayes on our side, they cannot do shit, Char. They will get over it in time. Well, they have no fucking choice.”
I give a small nod, unsure of what any of this truly means, but it gnaws at me, heightening my anxiety for everyone's safety. Their fathers had shown for years that they want me to be killed, and I doubt they will hesitate to do it again.
Chaos and Reign are surely aware of this, yet they seem to be shielding me from the burden of it all. He studies me with a lingering gaze before casually slinging his bag over his shoulder and making his way toward me. Once he has closed the distance, he rests his palm on my ass, giving a subtle squeeze before leaning in and capturing my lips with a firm kiss.
“I love you and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I give him a soft smile before I respond, placing my hand on his cheek.
“I love you too, baby, have a good time.”
I observe him as he walks away and as he gets to the door, he shouts back.
“I’ll call you!”
After he disappears out of my sight, I stare blankly at the doorway, lost in my own thoughts. Eventually, I start pacing again, unable to find calm in the quiet around me until I pause and turn my gaze towards the New York City skyline. Theevening has settled in, casting the city in darkness illuminated only by the twinkling lights of skyscrapers and stars.
Unexpectedly, like a ghost creeping through the corridors of my dark mind, Maddox returns, haunting my every thought. Months have passed, yet the weight of his fate still hangs heavy on my shoulders. It's a strange power to have, both intoxicating and infuriating, to hold his life and death in my hands like a sick fucking decision I get to make. The desire to witness his demise courses through me like a venomous river daily, yet I wait, delaying the inevitable until I am truly ready to face him. I mean, who the fuck wouldn't want the opportunity to witness such vengeance?
I used to tremble at the hands of evil, but now, it seems, little Charley has transformed into something else entirely. I've become colder to fear. The shit I've endured this year has forged me into something else entirely, but it is nothing compared to the brutality he will face.