Dance for Me

40

ANDY'S POINT OF VIEW:

I finally got Remi in my bed and comfortable, it's been long and an exhausting night for the both of us. I have to stay low and not give away too much of what I know and Remi is pretending like he doesn't remember anything. The police literally grilled him. Why the fuck would they grill a victim?! He told you he doesn't fucking remember, but maybe it's because they know of me. On the outside, we run a distribution business legally. They've tried investigating us but we've always kept tight tabs on everything.

It's scary because he has been silent. He won't speak at all but I don't blame him. I'm surprised he was able to talk afterwards but I think it was because of the pain medication or adrenaline. The pain didn't start affecting him until yesterday and he's been crying on and off. I feel fucking terrible.

He's safe in my arms, his nose pressed against my neck just how he likes it. His nose is always fucking cold and it's so funny to me. I should have asked if he was anemic. He snuggles his head in more, blocking out the outside world entirely. That's okay babe, you can hide for now. Whatever you have to do to feel safer. I rub his back gently, giving him small kisses on top of his head.

"Are you hungry, love?"

He shakes his head ever so slightly, giving me a small kiss on my neck. It makes me smile, I love him so much.

"I miss my brother."

"Hm?" He was so muffled I couldn't understand him.

Remi lays his head on my chest, sniffling quietly. "I, I miss my brother."

Sebastian and Emerson, right? One was an artist and one was...fuck I can't remember. They are only a few towns over though, does he know this?

"Which one baby?" I continue to kiss and rub his scalp, helping him relax.

"Emerson. He is, or was, my younger brother. He was my best friend."

I nod, reaching my hand back around to rub his back again. I fucking love how soft his skin is. "Ever thought of reaching out to him?"

He shrugs, rubbing his neck gently and wincing. I know it's bothering him a lot. His voice is still so hoarse.

"Back when we were younger, um he knew, about me and being gay and stuff. He was so supportive, you know? But like...he didn't even stick up to me. What if he's like mom now? Did he ever try to contact me? No, never."

"You don't know if you don't try love. Have you tried looking him up on any of the socials?"

Remi shakes his head. Well, I have. They both look happy. They both have girlfriends and seem to be away from their mom.

"Can you promise me something?"

I look down at him and nod.

"Please don't make me leave, I can't be alone anymore. It hurts too much."

Fuck, ugh, my heart.

"You are never leaving me babe. You have me fucking addicted."

Tears are pouring from his eyes as his sobs come out quiet and raspy, his body shaking. I can even feel his heart beat pounding.

"Baby, calm down, you are going to give yourself a panic attack, breathe slowly, love-"

"I don't wanna die," he sobs out, clenching my arms tightly. "I'm not ready, I'm too fucking young I'm scared!"

"Remi, Remi baby," I hold both of his cheeks and make him look up at me. "They will not hurt you again. Okay? Stay with me, and they won't. As long as you accept my protection, I can keep you safe. Okay?"

"He wanted to slit my throat," he cries out, his body telling even more. Shit, I might just need to give him another Klonopin. "Who did babe?"

"That...that guy...I don't remember his name...the one that locked me in the basement."

Wait...fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK. This fucking explains everything. Why Jake's people are being offed one by one, the most strategic of his work. Because he fucking knows them! Perry! God damnit, why didn't I fucking kill him? Fuck this is screwing everything up!

"Okay. Okay okay," I whisper in his ear, rubbing his back harshly. God I fucked up. This is my fault. He knows how we work, who works for who, what days someone does what, where everything is kept. He knows literally everything I know.

"Andy...Andy you are hurting my ribs."

I look down and stop rubbing him, fuck I lost track of what I was doing. I notice I have a text on my phone saying they found Ricky and he's fucking fine. I'm going to wring his goddamn skinny neck when I find out what happened.

"Who else besides Perry and Jonny? Was there anyone else?"

"Um...one or two men... I can't remember too much."

"Okay, alright. This is big. Fuck. But I got you babe, alright? I'm going to give you another pill that will make you relax and go to sleep. So sit tight and let me hold you darling."

I grab the pill bottle from my nightstand and give him a 2mg pill, honestly I should cut it in half but I really think he needs the sleep. He has every fucking right to be panicking. I'm going to have to go to Las Vegas so we can all prepare. This is going to be war I know it. Now that Jonny knows how we operate...god we are fucked.

Remi places small kisses on my chest and rubs his hands over me, trying to calm himself down. I can already tell that the pill is slowly starting to kick in. I know of people who snort it to get instant relief but I don't want to get him started on that. It'll lead to so much fucking worse things.

"Do you love me Andy?"

I have to chuckle. "Of course baby. I love you with all of my heart."

"Do you need me like I need you?"

"Mhm baby, I need you so bad."

"Am I the tightest you ever had?"

I snort, oh yeah he's camp. "Tightest, loudest, yummiest, best." I kiss his forehead and notice his eyes are half open. "Go to sleep love. Dream happy things."

"But I love youuuuu Andy Black."

Oh god please let me forget about that. "Hush you little brat."

"Can I suck you off? I wanna suck on something."

"No babe, not in this state."

"But I feel really goooooooood." He rolls over, not even feeling the pain.

"How good do you feel babe?" I chuckle, pulling him back into my arms.

"Like I'ma cloud."

"Hmm, the cuddliest cloud there is."

"A cloud that wants to suck on something. Oh oh! A tornaaaaado."

Alright, I'm done, he's too spacy for me.

"Okay Remi, we are going to play the quiet game. The first one to make a noise loses."

"Oh, I'm good at this game."

"I bet you are baby."