Dance for Me

38

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I'm fucking exhausted. I'm so goddamn sick of trying to figure this shit out for Jake. He should have been trying to protect his fucking gang in the first place. He is half ass doing it now! I have my own shit to run! If it wasn't for the risk of it coming over to my team, I would have left Jake in the dark to drown. My people are run ragged, traveling back and forth to Las Vegas, watching over Jake's deals, hell I can't even leave my office most days because I'm constantly on the phone being updated. Jake should be the one doing all this!

I haven't even barely seen Remi this past week. He's been keeping himself busy with his job but I fucking hate it. I hate that he goes up on stage every night and shows off his body to horny men, who are invisioning him naked and under them. Depending on who all accepted his offers when we were separated might already have! I don't like it but I feel like an ass for even questioning myself if I should ask him to leave stripping behind. I make more than enough to support him, give him a good life and love him to death.

Even with all the bull shit that's happening here he keeps me with a level head and I'm so fucking appreciative. I think I might just take him away next week, turn off my phone and drown myself in him. I want to take him out on dates, have movie nights, cuddle times, god the earth shattering sex... I want it all. I want to spoil him and take him to Bath and Body works, go to a diner with really good Nutella waffles. I just want him to know how appreciated he is and how much I love him. This may be moving too quickly for some but I don't give a fuck. He's mine.

I'm a little nervous about Ricky guarding him at the strip club but it's time that he brightens his horizons and gets used to it. If he is going to be my second hand man he should become aquainted with my lover. Remi isn't officially part of the gang and I don't think I'll ever make him, it's a lifestyle I don't want for him. He's had so much trauma already.

Maybe he will like New York? I can take him on a shopping spree and he can get whatever his little heart desires. I'll make sure to pick him up a heavier coat that will actually keep him warm because I know his does a shit job of it.

I start looking up hotels in the city when I receive a text message from a number I don't know. Probably some scam bull shit. I go to swipe it away until I realize it's a picture with...is that Remi?!

I open it up quickly and freeze. It's Remi being choked against a wall...his fucking eyes are bloodshot and his face is red! What the fuck? Where is he? Where is Ricky?

The one fucking smart thing I've done is put a tracker on Remi's phone. I open his location up and start running. James had just gotten back and started running with me.

"What the hell is going on Andy?"

I unlock my car quick and jump in, speeding off right as it turns on. "Call fucking Ricky now! Where the fuck is that prick?"

I am speeding down the road and passing every stop light, I don't give a fuck. Thank God the strip club is only a few minutes away from me.

"I can't get ahold of him, what's going on?"

"Someone just sent me a fucking picture of Remi being choked, that's what's fucking going on!" I take a sharp right and press down on the gas pedal, quickly driving down the alley until I find my boy on the ground. The brakes screech the car to a halt and I throw myself out of the seat, running to his body.

"Baby, baby!" I yell, dropping to my knees and pick his head up. He's not fucking breathing!

"No, oh no baby don't do this to me!" I yell, placing him back down and blowing air into his mouth. I start pumping his chest while he lays there limp as hell, accepting the abuse I'm putting on his body.

"Fucking call an ambulance James!" I continue to give CPR, looking for any life but there is none.

"Ands...you know we can't do that..."

In the Gemini Souls, we keep police present out. If one of us gets hurt, we deal with it. We don't use hospitals. We don't leave a paper trail or any evidence. There is not enough fucking time for Benjamin to get here!

"Call the fucking ambulance now! He's not one of us!" I yell with tears in my eyes. "Come on...come on!!!"

The worst part is I can feel his lungs blow up with air when I blow into him. I can't fucking stand it! His ribs are cracking with each time I press down. Fuck my baby! My Remi!

"This can't be happening, oh god he's so young! We just fucking met!" I yell, tears running down my cheeks. Baby please don't leave. It'll be okay, I promise. I'll take care of you? Whoever did this is dead baby, dead!

"They are on the way Andy, keep doing what you are doing, okay?"

My arms are so fucking sore. I can't give up, I can't!

"Come back," I cry out desperately. "Please Remi love don't leave me. Stay with me sweetie."

I can see the lights approaching when his body starts to shake and he's coughing, wait that's good! I turn him on his side as he is coughing and gasping, fuck this isn't good. The paramedics are running over to look him over when we discover the bruising that's forming on his neck. It's fucking dark. Whoever did this to him is dead. I'll torture them to death when I find them. But what stops my thoughts is when I feel a little shaky hand grab onto mine, squeezing tight. We got you baby, we will fix this. I promise.