𝕎𝕙𝕪 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝔸 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 // 𝓓. 𝓝𝓪 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮

{7} Doing A Job For Donald

☀️ Saturday ☀️ 

"What the fuck, (Y/N)?!"

My eyes jerk open and I quickly sit up. The blanket falls down and my body immediately gets cold. I see Verose, Cato, and Jay all standing by the door in my room. Cato looks away and I look down to see I don't have pants on. Swiftly I pull the blanket up to cover my lower half.

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?"

"What the fuck is he doing in your apartment?!" Verose points to Donald, who is just sitting there with a smirk.

"Guys, get out of my room."

"I thought you didn't fucking like him!"

"Get out!"

Verose turned around and stomped out, Cato and Jay calmly followed.

"Fuck," I whispered. I look at Donald who's still smirking. "Is this funny to you or something?"

"What'd I tell you about your attitude?"

"Shut up. How am I going to explain this?"

"They were going to find out eventually."

"What?"

"You're not the kind of person that would hide this stuff from them. Malik already knows."

"Yeah, because he was here."

"As far as we know Eero's the only one who doesn't know. So just be honest with them."

"I don't even fucking know what to say."

"You'll figure it out," he stands up and puts his clothes on. Then he comes over to me and grabs my face, pulling me into a kiss. "I have to go. I'll send you the details on your jobs."

"Fuck you, man."

"You already did," he winked at me and turned to walk out.

I got dressed and walked out of my room. Then I heard Cato yell. "Let go!"

I rushed out to the living room and saw Donald had Verose by the throat and was pushing him against a wall. Donald raised his hand to hit Verose and I ran over to him. Grabbing his arm, I tried to pull it down, but he was stronger than me.

"Donald. Let him go."

He glared at me. "You don't give me orders."

"We had a fucking agreement. Let him go. Hit me instead."

He grinned. "If that's what you want."

Donald let go of his neck and Verose fell to the ground, coughing. Then he turned to me and punched me in the gut. As I bent over he grabbed my neck and pushed me against the wall.

"Keep your friends in line," he whispered in my ear. "Just because we use each other for sex, doesn't mean you get special privileges."

"Fuck… you," I choke out.

"I'll text you next time I feel like it," he let go of my throat. "You've really got to stop saying that."

"Don't fucking touch my friends," I glare at him.

He leaned into me and put his lips an inch away from mine. "I'll see you later. My number and the numbers of everyone you'll need to contact are in the phone i gave you."

As he left I moved to Verose to make sure he was okay. He was still on the floor, rubbing his throat. There was a dark red mark where Donald's hand was. As I reached out to him he knocked my hand away.