Unbreakable

Chapter Thirty - One

Hawk's POV

"You're going to make a mistake eventually, and when you do, I'm going to take you out myself!" I yell at the Brandy Brothers who are standing at the edge of the Misty Forest.

I cry out in frustration as I try to untangle my feet from the cord wrapped around it. How could I be so careless and walk straight into a trap?

Billy Brandy scoffs. "Keep dreaming. Just admit defeat and go crawl back into your little cave." They turn around and run into the forest, disappearing once again.

"Damn it!" I curse at the wind. This is the sixth time they've gotten away and each time I feel more and more like an idiot. How is it that they're always one step ahead of us?

"Dude, chill," Declan says from behind me. "And do you mind helping me and little Eagle?"

I close my eyes and count to ten then go and help my friends get out of the net that the Brandy Brothers had trapped them in. How could I let this happen? Some leader I am. If only June would remember who she was and come back and be our leader, then this wouldn't be happening.

Shit. I shouldn't have thought about June beacuse now I'm even more fucking pissed.

"Ahhh!" I yell at the sky. Declan's strong hand grasps my shoulder but I push it off harshly, turn around and bring my fists up to my face ready to punch him.

His hands go up in defense and his eyes are full of worry. "Honestly, Hawk. What the hell is wrong with you? We'll get them, alright? Just chill."

"Yeah, Hawk. It's not your fault. We're a team," Ali's soft voice reaches my ears. Both of them look so concerned about me. Well, I'm fine. As fine as can be considering we got our asses whooped again and I'm stressing out about the pathetic girl we have back home.

"Whatever" I mutter and walk past them.

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Right, left, right, upper cut, spinning kick and right cross.

Taking out my anger on this mannequin is doing nothing! It's not stopping the Brandy Brothers, it's not keeping the city safe, it's not making June better and it sure as hell isn't helping me calm down. Fuck!

Jab, jab, upper cut and left cross.

Screw Declan for being the one with better judgement - he's the one that brought me down here and forced me to hit this stupid dummy. He also gets to have his little precious Aliana, while I still have screwed up June in my bedroom.

That damn woman. She's been playing with my feelings and she knows it! One minute she's laughing and leaning on to my arm, and the next she's terrified that I want to hold her hand or touch her cheek. Fuck!

Thwack! I kick hard and the dummy falls over. I'm done. I grab my towel and wipe my face then head up to the kitchen for a drink. Damn do I want some whiskey, but I know better than to drink when I'm stressed. When June was gone I didn't know how to deal with the guilt of letting it happen or the worry over what was happening to her. I turned to the bottle and got hammered every night. It took a serious beat down one night to realize that I wasn't helping anybody. Declan and Aliana were great support and soon I was clean and thinking clearly again. But now I'm a wreck again.

Nobody knows what I'm dealing with and this whole thing with the Brandy Brothers is pissing me off even more. The media is being a pain in the ass with their judemental articles and cynical news reports. Damn it! Damn everybody!

I finish my third glass of water and head to my bedroom. And there she is, fast asleep in my bed. She has her own room, but yet here she is with her head resting on my pillow, her hair fanned out across her face. God this infuriating woman!

And yet, she's still so beautiful. She stirs slightly, a little murmur bubbles out of her mouth and my dick stirs. Fuck I want her now.

I groan in frustration and walk past the bed to the bathroom. I pace back and forth runnin my hands through my hair. "You can't...she's not ready...she'll never trust you again..." I mutter to myself, trying to talk myself out of the dirty things I'm thinking about the helpless girl in my bedroom.

I can't take it anymore and decide to take a cold shower. Yeah, that's what I need: a cold shower to calm me down. I step in and my breath hitches slightly at the temperature, but I get in anyway. I shake my body a little getting used to the feeling and quickly get to work washing off.

It doesn't work. Fuck! I'm still riled up as hell. The shower is one of the best places to think, but that's exactly what I didn't want to do.

At first I was thinking about the Brandy Brothers and all the possible ways I wanted to kill them, but then my thoughts started to wonder. I remembered the way June looked fast asleep in my bed and I imagined all the ways I could tie her up. I wanted to pull her hair and force myself down her throat. I saw myself slapping her ass, relieving all the stress and anger I've built up. Then I imagined what it would feel like to be inside her again, to feel her walls clench around my dick, and what her face would look like when she came again and again.

Once I got out of the shower, I had not dealt with the problem at all. My dick was hard and I was horny as fuck. So now, I'm sitting on the chair facing my bed and staring at June who's oblivious to the world and dreaming peacefully. Her lips part and she lets out a soft murmer and my dick twitches. God, I want her now.