Dance for Me

24

REMI'S POINT OF VIEW:

I hear his deep, velvety voice in my dreams, calling me beautiful, asking me to wake up, that he wants to see my eyes. Oh that dream was so good too! We both laid in the sand, the warm sun drenching our skin and the waves from the sea moving up our bodies. I start to feel myself fade into reality, hearing his voice more loudly. I yawn quietly, stretching my body across the bed, some joints popping and I groan in relief.

"How'd you sleep baby boy?"

Mmm that voice, I could listen to it all day.

"Good," I whisper, where the fuck is my voice at? "Felt good knowing you were right there."

Andy smirks, his hair all disheveled from sleeping. "I loved watching you sleep, even your perfect little snores and how your nose would randomly scrunch up."

I fake a gasp, acting surprised. "I do NOT snore Mr. Biersack! Take that back!"

He laughs, ugh my stomach is puddling. I'm falling for this man. Hard. I almost can say I'm in love, but that thought scares the living shit out of me. Like what if he doesn't feel the same? Or what if he really is using me because he is bored? He knows my past but I don't know his.

"I have to get ready and go my love. I just wanted to see your beautiful face before I left."

I pout, sticking my lips out a tad. "Do you have to? Can't you come home now?"

Andy chuckles, gliding his hand through his black hair. "I wish doll. But there's a lot of shit happening over here that I'm going to help with today then I'll be driving back home to you. We can spend the entire day together. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good," I feel my cheeks become rosy. "Go rob a bank or whatever you do."

"Oh my god!" He laughs loudly. "Talk later babes. Be good for me."

Andy smirks before closing the video chat, my heart feels like it is swelling. The things that man does to me is incredible. I pick up my phone and am about to play a stupid phone game until I notice I have a text from an unknown number. Hmm...

I open it quickly, expecting it to be a spam text or something irrelevant, but once I read it, I feel my blood run cold. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

725-***-****- Hey baby, where have you been? I've been waiting for you to come back to your work. I miss you. Let's catch up xoxo

Only one fucking person I know uses that send off...Jeremy. Fuck.

725-***-****- Did you move? Why does someone else live at your place?

725-***-****- Come on babyyyy, I miss you. I found out who you've been hanging with and I'm not fucking happy mister

725-***-****- He doesn't give a shit about you Leith. You are just an easy fuck to him. You know we had something special

I can't fucking take it anymore, my anxiety is literally so high right now.

Remi- don't contact me again. you should know by now i'm not fucking interested. i'm seeing someone else.

725-***-****- Haha, I thought you'd say that! But don't forget that I have tons of ties here in LV. You know what? Let me give you an example

My blood runs fucking cold...he's joking...right? What's he planning on doing?

725-***-****- I hope you told loverboy that you loved him. Try not to let his death take too much of a toll on you ok?

Wait what....what?!? I dial Andy's number and it goes straight to voicemail...oh god oh no. Holy shit.

Remi- please don't.....he's all I have. I can't live without him...

There's never a reply from either person. What the fuck do I do? If he dies, what the fuck happens to me here, hiding in his room? I can't, he can't, oh my god!

I feel like my throat is going to close, no Andy...please be strong babe...oh god I'll give my life up so you'll be okay...fuck!

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I just want to get this shit over with. I'm tired, I miss my home, and of course the man who's waiting for me there. We watch from afar how everyone is working in the warehouse, who talks to who and figures out what. We walk around the second floor, overlooking people in packaging...it's so boring. Of course I forgot to charge my phone and it turned off. James looks like he is going to fall asleep from boredom. I give him a tight lipped smile, shrugging.

As the day goes on I find myself becoming more restless, wanting to say my farewells and speed the fuck out of here. Everything is operating smoothly. It doesn't seem like there is a rat, if anything everyone is in edge because they think they are next. I can't even imagine. Hell I feel eerie in here.

I walk back to Jake's office, grabbing a water bottle and sitting down in the chair across from his desk.

"I got nothing man," I sigh, taking a cool sip of the water. "It's not your people. You need to up their security or something, help them feel more peace of mind."

"Ugh I know," he groans, lifting his feet up on his desk. "If it's not one of my people, how do they know who to find? Who does what?"

I shrug, come on man, it's fucking obvious. "Either someone is being followed, look for objects you don't usually take notice to. See if there is any recording device on them. Check your cars for gps transmitters hidden...could even be a friend of someone here who knows too much. You need to tighten this shit up."

Jake nods, pouring himself a glass of whisky. "This has never happened with us before it's fucking crazy."

I mean, if you stay too lax of course your turf will be turned into a shooting range! You have to protect your fucking people and make sure you know about their lives too. Fucking ignorant man.

"I have to head back to mine, I have other business to attend to."

James snickers and I scowl at him.

"Business," he mocks, and I roll my eyes at him. Business, pleasure, whatever, fuck off.

I turn my eyes back to Jake. "I'm serious, investigate more. Hire more security. If you need to put people in hiding then do it. I'll take a listen out on my end and try to find out anything."

We all jump when we hear gunshots echoing underneath us, what the fuck? I pull out my gun and so does James and Jake, looking out for the window to find a bunch of fuckers in black masks shooting his employees. Shit shit!

"Jakey, where are you?" One man yells.

"Check every room!" Another orders.

"Andy's mine!"

Fuck, fuck ughhhhh. I want to be home. What the fuck do I have to do with this?

I open the door slightly and open fire on the invaders, then escaping to run to a closer spot. I see James mark a headshot on one of the men, smirking in satisfaction. That's my boy!

Jake is lowered on the ground, shots being thrown at his direction. "I can't move!" He yells, looking at me in panic. I eye over the siding and point my gun out at a close man, my bullet hitting him straight in the chest.

I look dead straight into a pair of hazel eyes as his gun is pointed directly at me, pulling the trigger. I go to fire my weapon but the motherfucking thing jams and I feel a huge force hit me in the shoulder. Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck! I slam my gun on the wall in panic, another weighted force hitting me in my stomach. I can't do it man, I can't do it. James stares at me in horror as I fall to the ground, gripping my stomach. Fuck dude, I'm not going, not like this. Literally about to turn 24, too fucking young. The gunshots echo around me but I can't find the strength to stand back up. I lay my head down in defeat, this is it. I'm fucked.