Love, Lust and Lies|COMPLETED(L.T)

five

"So who's the girl, Ghost?"

Larry sat back against his brother's passenger seat, taking a long pull from the thick blunt he had in his hand. He inhaled the smoke, holding it inside for a second before he blew it out. He wasn't surprised that he asked, more so aggravated because Vincent wasn't dead yet.

"She works for Versace," Larry replied, taking another drag before he passed the blunt to Laurent. "At the store in Manhattan."

"Does she know?"

"Laurent, are you stupid? I would never tell her some shit like this. Not this soon, anyway."

Laurent snickered, shaking his head as he took the blunt. "And you want me to kill her boss? Don't you think that's a little extreme?"

"Why haven't you done it yet?"

"Larry," Laurent huffed, looking over at his brother. "The only time you ask me to do shit like this is when there's a girl involved. You get possessive. And you want me to kill him because, what, he looks at her the wrong way?"

Larry rolled his eyes. "He harasses her. She was telling me earlier that he tried to follow her home a week ago. All because she denied his advances, and I'll be damned if I wake up and I hear something happened to her."

"And you also met her two days ago. Is that not important?"

"What do you know about what's important, Laurent?"

Laurent didn't even budge when Larry raised his voice. Instead, he passed him the blunt, dropping his hand in his lap once Larry took it.

"Keep it. You need that shit more than I do."

"I'm sorry, Lau," Larry muttered. "This girl, she just..she's like me, bro. She's the female version of Larry..of Ghost. She has this thing about her, I can't even put a name on it. I just know that I crave her, even when she was at my house. I craved her touch, her kiss, her words, everything. I don't want anyone else to have her, and if that means I gotta' eliminate possible distractions then I will."

"Why, Larry?"

Larry pulled from the blunt again, resting his head back when he finally felt the affects of the smoke course through him. "Because I always get what I want, and I want her. By the end of the year, she'll be wrapped around me. She'll only know my name and my face. All else won't matter."

"But if she's like you," Laurent started. "She's gonna' be very hard to control. You know that, right?"

"Don't worry," Larry smirked. "I can read that girl like a book, Laurent. Right now, I have her right where I want her."

Laurent hummed, holding his hand out for the blunt. "I'm not doing it."

Larry frowned, passing the blunt to his brother. "Why?"

"I'm not doing it, Larry. I get that you care about the girl, but I'm not doing that just because you want her to be yours. You're getting a little too crazy...remember what we talked about last time?"

Larry grew quiet, sitting back in his chair as he thought about their last heart to heart. Larry was the kind of person to resort back to his old ways when he felt he needed to. Past trauma, stuff that he hated thinking about, were why he was so quick to jump to things like this. Laurent would always be there to help him out in whatever way he needs to, for his own personal reasons. He knew when Larry was getting out of hand, though, and Laurent didn't do what he did for stupid reasons like this.