Untouchable

Chapter 9

Alonso pov

I stir myself awake, well not fully. What woke me up was the smell of bacon and eggs. I place my hand over my forehead, as the smell of French toast and bacon whips my nose.

When my sight finally becomes clear, my recognition kicks in. Strangely this wasn't my room, that's when I remember this wasn't my house rather it was Dean.

I had forgotten I agreed to stay the night, he offered me his room yesterday too. Normally I'm not a morning bird, but the smell was intoxicating and I could eat.

I jumped out the bed, grabbed my shirt, looking at the time on the wall clock. I frown only four more hours till work. Sunday's we're the worst, and if I didn't need the money I wouldn't be busting my ass for these white folks at all.

Walking downstairs, I could see Dean mixing what look to be eggs. The best thing about it is he didn't have on a mask so I could see his face.

He seems to focus as he looks through the cookbook. Occasionally he'll pause turning his attention to a pan that sat on the stove. I don't know why but, being put in this situation, made it seem like I'm a husband watching my wife.

"You're up," Dean says giving me a small smile. I make my way down the rest of the steps. Licking my lips at what's in the pans.

Sausages, bacon, eggs, grits, toast, pancakes, and the shorts Dean has on. "Smells and looks good," I say and his face reddens. "Did I overdo it?" I grab a sausage off the plate, "Not at all."

I place it in my mouth taking in the flavor. It was hella good. "Don't do that," he tells me probably referring to me touching the plate.

"What?" I ask as if I didn't already know what he was talking about. He looks at me as if I have two heads, reaching for the plate.

I quickly grabbed another before he put it away. I earn a glare from him. I chuckle.

"It's clear you have no manners in the kitchen, so move," Now it was my turn to look at him, as he turns away from me stirring the pot. I laugh, before leaving him. Walking in the dining room I noticed something.

A package laid on the side of one of the chairs. It was tilted so it must've fallen. The contents inside had spilled too, and they were photography pictures.

I was going to call out to Dean until I saw one picture that stuck out to me. It was a picture of Me Dean, Yaki, and Anthony at the dinner party.

I walk towards it kneeling, I pick the one I had seen up. Now, notice the other one, "What the hell?" I say quietly, this picture was outside Yaki's house.

"What are you doing?"

Dean pov
"What are you doing," I question trying not to let my anger slip out.

I place the plates on the table staring down at the male. Alonso just clears his throat, "I uhh." I cut him off walking up to him, and he stands up. "This is so disrespectful going through my mail," I tell him moving a strand of my hair out of my eye.

When he doesn't say anything? I look up at him he looks shaken. I feel myself soften, "Alonso?" I look down at the items scattered on the ground. My eyes widen, "What is this?"

I look up at Alonso who looks at me, "I don't know, the damn box was on the floor when I came in. I was about to come to get chu, but then I notice this?" Alonso flips over the picture he has.

My eyes widen, the box? That box! I find the box had tipped over, and the contents had spilled out.

"Are these pictures of me?," my voice shakes as I try and gather the items. Alonso seems to notice my frame cause he kneels back down to comfort me. "Hey chill, calm down well figure this out okay. This shit is crazy though someone stalking you!"

I narrow my eyes at him, "I don't know. I don't know anyone," tears threaten to fall, as I go through the picture. It was really like watching a documentary. Whoever this person was never missed a moment of my life.

From pictures of me crying to pictures of me smiling to even pics of me sleeping? I want to report this to the police immediately.

In all truth, I wanted to crawl into a ball and die. "I know this nigga right here."

Wait did he just say he knows someone? I feel myself being pulled up, "What are you doing?"

I let out a whine before a picture is pushed into my view. I recognized it instantly, and the person in it.

My eyes widen, "That's Demitris?" I look at Alonso well more like up at him, since he had his forearm resting on my shoulder. I watch his jaw clench, the anger was visibly deep. "We were childhood friends, I haven't seen him since we were fifteen though? We hadn't left on good terms either. How do you know him?" I question as he nods his head in response.

For some reason being wrapped in his strong arms made me feel safe. I wasn't disgusted either, but a lot of confusing things came with Alonso anyway. "He owes me explanations. Plenty of them." That was all he said not much detail.

I got out of his arms to turn and look at him, "Alonso are you in a gang?" He looks up at me his eyes narrowing, "What?"

"Are you in a gang? Are you a gang member?" I ask again. "I heard you the first time, but why are you questioning me like the police?" He says scrunching his eyebrows up.

His aura screams off a menacing vibe and I'm pretty sure he could snap me like a twig but I hold my ground. "It's just Demetris turned to sell drugs got into some bad business with bad Donna. The Yakuza is what they're called," his eyes widen slightly.

"That son of a bitch," with his reply he doesn't need to elaborate I know. Great I got myself involved with a drug dealer. Am I in danger because of him?

"Get out, please.." My voice comes out weaker than expected. I was scared and having a drug dealer in my house wasn't making it any better. He seems taken back, "What? Why?"

I look at him as if he was stupid, "I have a hunch it's your fault that I'm probably getting stalked by god knows who? You just sat here and told me you have connections with Mafia Donna. I have you at my house!"

Alonso's eyes darken a bit, "I never once told you I was a gang member, so don't assume shit about me." "I have nothing to do with this situation or whatever the hell are you going through Dean."

I try to block him out, but he grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. I whimper at the contact, "I'm not one for disrespect, so I suggest you recognize that right now." He moves closer to my ear, I shiver, "Behave yourself, shut up, and listen."

He looks me in the eyes. I try to divert, but eventually, give in hugging him in the process, " I'm sorry. I'm just scared, and I," I feel his hand stroke my hair.

Alonso pov
I stroke his hair gently, "I understand. You're good, but you going to listen from now on?" He gives me a nod of his small frame as he presses his head against my chest.

"We gonna figure this out together ain't nothing gonna happen to you."