Business With Lust

Chapter 43

Alexander's POV

Leo's the first one to move, looking around as to see what to do.

I already know what I'm doing.

My legs begin moving, all the way down the hall and into the basement.

I open the door, not wasting time closing it as I walk over to the man on the bed.

"What the fuck do you want?" Issac spits, but I ignore him as I get on top of him and begin pouding my fists into his stupid fucking face.

He brings his frail arms to protect his face but its useless as I continue taking my anger out.

I dont stop when I see blood begin to appear. I dont stop when I hear his nose crunch under my fist. I dont stop when he hisses in pain. I dont stop when he starts to try punch me. I dont stop when he stop moving.

I never want to stop.

But eventually I have to, for if I dont I'll kill him. And he's Claytons to kill.

Sitting back, my breaths heavy as I stare at his beaten face, covered in blood.

I walk out, slamming the door behind me. I stop when I see Jay, Leo and Sage all standing outside, leaning against the wall spread out, silently, looking deep in thought.

I run my bloody hand through my hair, leaning against the wall as I try comprehend it all.

He killed Owen.

I knew he was bad. I knew he was fucked up but I never thought he'd go that far.

Clayton...eleven. He was fucking eleven and had to see his little brother get shot. He lived with that guilt for years.

He thought we'd hurt him. He was scared. How the fuck did we not put the pieces together?

We were told someone broke in.

We seriously believed one random person broke into our house, that had security gaurds everywhere.

We never asked any follow up questions. We never questioned who, how. Nothing.

I feel my anger return as I fight back the urge to go back in there and punch the fucker some more.

"I need a smoke" Leo mutters, walking off quickly.

"I should check on the girls. They need dinner" Jay mumbles, following him close behind.

"The gym" Sage mutters, walking off too.

I sigh, not knowing what to do.

The person I want to see, I cant see. I'm angry, and pissed off. I dont want to take my anger out on her by accident and fuck everything up.

I look down at my hand, deciding I'll clean that up first. Going upstairs, I go to my room. I change out of my suit and into some causal clothes. After washing away the dried blood on my hand, I grab the first aid kit under my sink.

Opening it, I see its practically empty. Oh yeah..I used up everything back when I used to...

Sighing, I throw it on the counter before walking out of my room, figuring I'll just get some from the med room downstairs. I walk past Charlottes room, before stopping.

Charlotte..

Knocking on the door, I slowly open it, peaking inside to see Charlotte sitting on the bed with her legs in a basket, her face looking pale, while her cheeks red and puffy from tears.

I step in, shooting her a small smile as I close the door behind me.

I walk over, sitting up straight on the bed with my back against the headboard, my feet streched out on the bed. "Are you okay?" I ask her. "He hurt you guys?" She whispers.