Only Angel 2 [h.s] AU

Bite me

+18 CONTENT AHEAD.

H.

I savored the fuck out of that lollipop. I don't know what came over me when I did that but I didn't regret it one single bit and by the looks of it, neither did Beau. I sucked on it on my drive home, I was like a child who got the candy he wanted and was set for life. Of course, my candy has yet to decide wether or not she wants me to fuck her and God did I wish she did. As I drove home, my phone begins to ring and I sigh.

My silence was interrupted.

When I pick it up, I don't recognize the phone number. "Hello?" I say into it.

"Hey, guess who." A deep voice says into the phone, I scrunch my eyebrows and press it back to my ear.

"Who is this?"

"Your favorite person in the whole wide world." No fucking way.

I audibly groan in annoyance. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Hey, hey." He fakes offense and I can picture him mocking me on the other end. "That's a shitty way to greet your older brother."

"I'm driving, I'm hanging up." I announce and he speaks.

"Perfect, I've been waiting outside your flat for the past hour," I furrow my eyebrows. "I tried scaring you but it ended up being some old broad and she's pissed so might wanna hurry up."

"What the fuck are you doing there?" I remark. I hadn't seen him in about four years since my mother kicked him out for spending her money on drugs. "I'm not giving you money."

"I don't need money, alright? I've got a job and any minute now I'll be twice as rich as you."

"By 'got money' do you mean stealing?"

"Just get your ass home." The line goes dead. I was definitely not trying to deal with Elija and his fucked up life. I cut him off for a reason and why he's back is beyond me. That guy is a fucking psychopath and he definitely gets it from our father.

My mother and her taste in men.

I take the long way home, hoping that if I do he'll be gone but when I reach my floor he's leaning on my door, his phone in hand as he throws it up and down. When his eyes land on me, he grins. "Hello, brother, lovely to see you again." I ignore him and unlock my door, he scurried off the floor and follows behind me and closes the door with a hard slam. "Sick place."

"What are you doing here?" I turn after I remove my suit.

"I just wanted to come see you," he places his hand on my shoulder. "I have missed you, dearly."

I shrug him off and proceed to the alcohol table and pour myself a bourbon. "Please, do spare the theatrics." He rolls his eyes. "Why are you really here?"

He looks away from me and trudges to the couch, flopping himself down on it. "To tell you the truth," he sighs. "I got bored of London. Same old shit, same people, same girls."

"Don't tell me you fucked all of Manchester's women and wanted to come to the states to fuck new ones," This was a pretty foolish question, he was more than likely to do that.

He laughs. "I'm not a man of habit, Harold." I glare at the name. "Truth is, fighting with dad all the time was exhausting. He was always complaining about how you and mom embarrassed him and how he wanted to kill the both of you for whatever fucking reason, I was much too high to even pay attention to what the hell he was saying. So I decided to move in with you."