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"I like you, in my t-shirt." his voice was low. Dark. Hot.
"I prefer it on the bedroom floor." I tease, although, it wasn't really a joke.
"Ah, you make this so hard for me." he sounded angry, yet he never raised his voice.
"What's...
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I left Cecilia's room before she woke up this morning. I was going to get her up due to our busy day today, but she looked so peaceful, and after a night like last, she can do with all the peaceful sleep she can get.
My mind was a broken record. Replaying last night. Over and over. Seeing her crying was like a dagger to the chest, and not knowing why pushed it even deeper.
Holding her in my arms made everything pause. It was just me and her at that moment. I've never felt the need to protect someone as much as I did in that moment. Anastasia texted me, vaguely explaining everything and telling me to take care of her because she needed someone there.
She also told me that today Cecelia would act like nothing happened. I'm ok with that. I understand her suffering and why she would want to get her mind away from what happened.
That's why today's perfect. We are training new recruits. It's not as fun as it sounds. The kids think they're better than they are and it pisses me off because in all honesty, most of them are shit to begin with. They learn quickly when they have good teachers. So today's trainees are in for a treat.
"Coffees on the counter, I've got to run but join us in the gyms when you're ready." I say to Cecilia as I pass her on my way out of the kitchen. She smiled faintly to herself, making me replicate her actions.
I march into the gym. Silence. Ten pairs of eyes, belonging to a group of teenagers, all glued to me. It reminds me of when I was that age and my father would walk in. It's funny to think that I'm now in his position.
Their eyes shifted slightly a few moments later. They weren't looking at me anymore. I turned to see Cecilia standing in the doorway staring back at everyone. I chuckle under my breath as I usher her over to the group.
"I'm Elijah, this is Cecilia." I began to say before someone interrupted me.
"We already know that." some overconfident, blonde haired boy said in a patronising tone.
My jaw clenched at his rudeness and I could tell my eyes darkened by the looks on most of these kids' faces. But Blondie in the corner didn't take any notice.
"First rule." I say, "Manners are key. If you're rude, or disrespectful to anyone, you're out, and once you're in, the only way out is with a bullet going through your skull. And by the looks of things. You are all, very much, in." I glare at Blondie, who looks scared shitless, I have to hold back a laugh because this is a serious situation. You have to have respect for everyone in the family. But his face right now is priceless, I'm kind of tempted to take a photo.
"You." I point at Blondie-I've decided that it's his name from now on. He stands up and walks over to me, goggling at Cecilia's body. What's his problem. It's like he wants me to hate him.
