Warning! Double Trouble Ahead

Chapter 17: Communication Fail

He had done it. After two weeks of looking, he had finally found the gift he wanted to give Enzo. It would show his appreciation for being more than just his boss.

He would like to think that the five months they spent together as friends was deserving of a gift, even if he had entered the relationship looking for a different goal. He didn't expect to like the other as much as he does now, and that in itself was something he wanted a gift for.

Yet, he had almost dropped it once he noticed the paper that rested on Enzo's kitchen counter. He knew he had no right to get jealous, they were not in any type of commitment, yet he couldn't stop himself. His anger boiled but that smile, that smile had stayed. It was smaller but still there.

He placed the wrapped present on the counter before grabbing the paper, the number on it none he knew. Enzo was at work, the shorter more than happy to attend his job for three hours, and yet Fachan wanted him home as soon as now.

He needed to know who this number was from, why it was given to him, and what right he had to get it. Fachan had no problem admitting he had a terrible issue with being territorial, but until it was solved, he felt that it was necessary. He figured they all had a silent agreement yet Enzo hadn't gotten the message.

He called out to his brother, the taller sitting on the couch and not caring for whatever his brother wanted. The younger was focused on the news, their last killing still being investigated but it was nothing serious. It was a man who had been wanted by the police for months.

He ignored his name and switched the channel, his boredom coming back. Fachan rolled his eyes and huffed, making his way to his ignorant brother. The paper stayed in his hand as he stopped roughly in front of his headache of a copy, the younger glancing at it without much thought. "Don't care."

"It wasn't given to me, dumbass. Enzo must have got it before work yesterday." His voice was like that of a moody teenager, his eyes staying on his brother while the paper stayed open. Maybe his brother would finally understand.

The younger looked back at the paper before his eyes narrowed; his instinct was to snatch the paper and see for himself. Fachan simply let it happen, his smile still there but pulled tightly.

He watched as his look-alike crumpled the paper before standing up, not sure where he was supposed to go but needing this to be addressed. "Enzo, now." He shoved past his brother, on his way to the door before the older stopped him, resulting in the two participating in a standoff.

"We can't do it while he's at work, he'll have another anxiety attack if we do it there. Just wait until he gets home." He spoke strongly, his eyes sharp and his grip strong. If the older wasn't prone to attacks, he would have gone there, but he wasn't going to risk it for their own jealousy.

The younger stayed still, his eyes locked to his copy's and he wanted to knock him dead right there. "Fine. But the second he walks through that fucking door he is mine." He quickly broke his brother's hold and stomped off to the room, slamming the door after him.

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Enzo shuffled through the paperwork on his desk, looking for a specific paper so he could give it to Reed. The secretary-in-training had finally completed his internship and was now proud secretary of the eighth floor. He needed some papers laminated and since Enzo was already there, he left the paper with him, knowing a call would be coming soon.

Of course, Enzo didn't mind and said he could get the paper back to him when the day ends, only he forgot to put it off to the side. He wasn't sure how far into the small pile it was, but knew he needed to find it soon.

Just as he got closer to the bottom his phone rang. He huffed but switched hands, making sure to save his spot so he didn't have to start over. "This is Enzo Lankes from Flanes Inc, how may I assist your call?" His smile could be heard through the phone, though all he wanted was to go home and check on the boys.