Wilfully Kidnapped | DNF

Chapter fifteen

~ Dream's POV ~

The blonde ran as fast as he could to the front door from where the sound had come from, he assumed if was George's shriek that he heard, he might be in trouble, I hope nothing bad happens, please just wait for me, Dream thinks as he fast approaches the place.

He is shocked to see about five people dressed in all black carrying George in his greeting room in front of the door, he launched himself out of pure instinct as he raised his fists. George seemed delighted to see him as he had tears in his eyes, giving out muffled shouts as he struggled more.

Dream had not even look to see who the people were or what their motive was, he jumped into action and pulled George by his shoulders, clenching his t-shirt almost lifting the brunette a little from the ground all by himself, this was the moment George realised the strength of the person he was in 'awe' of, the sheer force he was lifted into the air, the little one wanted to hold the taller as soon as he could, because in that room, Dream was his only source of protection.

He placed George down quickly behind him as his veiny hand floated in front of George taking a stance of shielding, almost saying 'want him? Gotta go through me!' By the way he stared holes through the people in front of him, until he heard one of them.

"Sir, what are you doing?" One of the five said, and Dream recognised his voice, these were the people that work for him in the mafia. The taller's expression clearly showed confusion and disappointment, he was ready to throw hands and his adrenaline rushed, and now he was to ignore his urge to fight.

"What were you doing with George?" Dream growled angrily, still trying to process what happen, and with George's hand clutching the taller's shirt tightly out of fear, he was more infuriated at the fact that they made the little one scared.

"We found him lurking outside and he came in, so we thought it's an intruder or spy, so we carried him to give you".

"Give me?"

"Yes sir, if he were a spy or an assassin you would love to kill him, also we were happy that we successfully caught him" he spoke slowly lowering his head with embarrassment.

This sent shivers down the brunette's spine as he recoiled, taking his hand off of Dream immediately, he knew the taller was a criminal but he did not want to hear it out of confirmation. "No, I wouldn't" he said through his gritted teeth, also a bit annoyed that George was scared of him at that point.

"Well also we thought he looked kinda cute so maybe we could make him join our gang" one of the men said innocently with a cheeky smile, while rubbing his neck with his hand. This made George snicker and laugh behind Dream, who seemed to turn to the younger in surprise, George rested his hand on the taller's arm again as it was before in reassurance, which made Dream sigh in relief as he turned to his men.

"Okay, whatever. No touching him again, dismissed!" he said to his workers loudly and they nodded frantically and hurried off, out of the door but also bumping into each other and stumbling, it looked straight out of a cartoon.

George had his head down, maybe trying to take in the situation and trying to calm himself mentally that he was fine, it was only a mere misunderstanding, but what if Dream wasn't there to save him next time? He finally looked at Dream who was frowning, as if he understood the emotions that the younger went through at the moment. George quickly regained his posture and smiled at the taller, trying not to upset him or make him sad, or even worried about the shorter.

He's hiding his emotions for me, not to make me frown, why is he so nice? Even after knowing I'm a bad person. Dream thought to himself as he smiled back.

"Well, that was interesting" the shorter said with his lips curving to form a tiny smile.

"Sorry about the nuisance", Dream said while he walked towards the front door and closed it.

"No worries, they seem nice", hearing whom Dream laughed gently, thinking of the many other things the brunette might have to bare while staying with him. His train of thoughts were interrupted by a growl sound that came from shorter's stomach, which made him blush in embarrassment.

"I'm making lunch, wanna help?" The taller asked him softly with a heavy, deep voice.

"Lunch? You're making it?" George smiled curiously as he tilted his head a bit to which the taller laughed.

"Yes, it's one of my hobbies, besides whacking people to their graves" the last part of that sentence would only be known to the taller.

"Oh wow, so the mafia boss cooks too?" He said a bit jokingly, and they both giggled as they walked over to the kitchen.