Mafia's Man //Dnf

Chapter 6

⚠️⚠️TW: weapons, violence, swearing⚠️⚠️

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Dream POV:

Unhinged gunfire goes off everywhere like wild animals fighting over a watering hole. Schlatt is long gone so I grab George's arm and make a break for the car. Once I successfully get in the car, I tell the driver to go to another location. One of my safe houses.

"Dream please let me explain!" George pleads.

"You've done enough already." I snarl.

The car goes silent and I can't resist the urge to look over to George. He's looking out the car window but I can tell he's holding back tears. He's unsuccessful despite his weak triumph and tears start streaming down his cheeks. He wipes them away but they keep forming. Then he starts quietly sobbing. I can tell he's trying his best to stop the crying. Was I too mean to him? But he's a traitor! I can't help but feel guilty.

I sigh and pull him into a hug. He starts sobbing hard into my shirt. I rest my head on top of his head annoyed but content.

George POV:

He hates me! I hate me too but was he really going to hand me over to Schlatt? Did he hate me that much? Then I remember, I never told Dream why Schlatt is so bad. I need to tell him.

"D-rea-m" it's extremely difficult to get out words due to my hyperventilating.
"Th-e re-reason-" very difficult. I take sharp inhales almost every other syllable.

"Shh. We can talk later." Dream gently strokes the top of my head in an attempt to calm me.

"B-but I nee-d to te-ll y-ou!" I try to take one deep breath in and speak fast.
"I don't want you to hate me!"

"I don't and can't hate you. I'm just- I thought there was something between us which clearly there wasn't."

But there IS something between us! I push away from him and look him in the eye. "But I WANT to be your friend!"

He mumbles something I can barely hear. I assume he says something about me.

"Friends don't do what you just did." Those words I can hear clearly. Those words make me start hyperventilating and crying harder.

Dream POV:

He sounds like he's dying. He doesn't hug me just stares at me through the tears. I can't help my empathetic heart and comfort him by hugging him again. Apparently all I am to him is a friend's shoulder to cry on.

Eventually the crying subsided and he attempts talking again. I don't really want to hear what he has to say but I'm also curious why he's so upset.

"Schlatt kidnapped me when I was 15. He trained me to 'kill or be killed'. "

What kind of a monster would do that?!

George takes a deep breath and continues, "When you kidnapped me I thought you were going to do the same. So I planned to collect info and report it all back to him! But then, you showed me so much kindness and it confused me. I was planning on staying with you! I hoped you could protect me, but now you hate me! You were gonna give me to Schlatt." Tears floods his eyes pouring down his face.

"George I-" I have no words. What do I say to all that. All I know is I'm gonna fucking rip Schlatt's throat out until all the blood gushes out of his disgusting corpse.

"Truthfully I don't think I could live without you. You're safe with me. I will of course protect you. George I lo-" I get cut off by the stupid driver.

"We're here boss." Great now go crash yourself into a wall!

I scoop George up and carry him into the house. While carrying him down a hall I feel his stare. I look down and our eyes lock. His cheeks blush a ruby color but he hides his face in my shirt immediately. I smile to myself. Just friends, eyy?

I stand him up in front of a bedroom. It is a pretty standard bedroom, similar to his old one. I really hope he's safe here. He doesn't deserve everything that happened to him. No nobody does.

"This will be your new room. Get some sleep you've been through a lot."

I also headed to sleep after checking in with Nick. He says everyone is alive only a few injuries. It is still dark outside and I'm exhausted so falling asleep was easy.

I open my eyes and it's gotten a little lighter outside but it's still to early to be waking up. The light is enough to see a figure in my doorway.

"Dream" my stress subsides when I hear the familiar sweet British accent of George.

"What's wrong? Did you have another nightmare?" I sit up in the bed and wait for his answer.

"Yeah. Can I sleep in here?" Oh my god is he serious?!

"Yeah! I mean sure if you want." I try to act aloof but there's no hope for me. I lift up a corner of the blanket and he jumps into the bed. I cover him with the blanket and wrap my arms around his waist.

"Uh is this okay?" I ask. He hums and nods then scoots closer to me. HOW IS THIS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!! Deep breaths, calm yourself!

"Goodnight Dream."

"Goodnight Gogy Wogy."

I think I REALLY like George. I just don't believe all he sees me as is a 'friend'. He has to have feelings back, right? I smile and drift off to sleep with the most beautiful boy in the word, in my arms.

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A/n
George is so dense!
And so fruityyyy!!
This was a fun chapter to write hope you enjoyed!
DNF
Is George in Florida IRL?!
:)