The fall

Bastards

Alex's POV:

At home, I had to keep myself busy. Busy to distract my mind that kept running over her.

Meeting Rhys in the car, the car ride home was quiet. Rhys was driving with a blank face so I decided it was best to just let him be. As for myself, I was debating my entire existence.

I've never let myself get close to anyone- apart from Rhys of course. I had never planned on changing that. It's so fucking stupid- I've only met her twice yet I crave her scent, her touch... I crave her.

So once we arrived, I occupied myself with every possible chore, task- anything sonny mind would stop running. Rhys just disappeared into his room and I was happy to know he didn't witness my slight spiral into insanity.

A few hours passed when the call came. At two in the morning, I entered Rhys's room to see him sitting on his bed simply staring at the wall. What's his deal?

Knowing that boss was calling I didn't ask any questions, just gave him a look that told him to snap out if it.
"Come," I said, walking out into the kitchen.

Rhys followed, his footsteps heavy behind me. Rhys was placed himself opposite me. I set the phone in the middle of our kitchen island, putting Boss on speaker.

"How was the first day?" He asked sternly.
Looking at Rhys I signalled for him to reply, he leaned forward pressing his hands into the counter top.
"Kilas' place is nice. His security team is strong, but Alex and I are stronger- and smarter," Rhys started.

Fuck yeah we are. It's true- kilas has security dotted everywhere but me and Rhys are way more skilled than those bastards.

"He made no appearance today, but we plan on going back in a few days- make ourselves regulars there."
"Alex, anything from you?" Boss then turned his attention to me.

"The whores kilas has working for him are pathetic." I scoff
Boss chuckled "Ah yes Alex, you've always had such a keen eye. Thank you both for your work today. Keep it up."

"Thanks," I replied, allowing boss to hang up the phone. Still leaning against the fridge I look to Rhys's to see his hands gripping the countertop now, eyeing me. Eyeing me?

"Dude, what?" I questioned him.
Rhys' only reply was to stare me dead in the face. I returned the favour.
"Use that fucking mouth of yours Rhys," he was starting to piss me off.

He didn't speak to me the entire night- granted, I didn't make any efforts with him, but still. Whatever was up with him, he didn't want to tell me. If he wasn't going to tell me he should know better than to sulk infront of me.

Maybe it was the fact that I needed a bigger distraction from Liv, maybe I was just in a pissy mood but I scoffed "You look like a little bitch standing there. If you want to throw a tantrum, cry outside."