Chapter 7- Some things don't need to be shared

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~💞Owen POV💞~

I look away from Theo uncomfortably. I didn't want him to know about my mark, "Owen... What.." I look at the floor, "I don't want to talk about I-" Theo grabs me by the shoulders hard, "Who did it." I look away, "This.. Mafia leader.. I met him at a coffee shop one day.. I thought he was really hot  and I let him get the best of me.. He.. Did it in an alleyway.." Theo was angry. I could see the fury in his eyes, "What the fuck he look like." I shook my head, "I can't really remember.. He was tall.. slick back hair.. I think he was mix.. And he had a navy blue suit.. I think.." Theo released my shoulders and walked away slamming the door.

I flinched at the loud noise the door made. I looked in the mirror and examined my handprint. My eyes watered and a ran my hand on the mark. All the flashbacks where coming back. Rushing back to me all at once. I fell to the floor hugging myself. 


Why was I so weak...



~🖤Theo's POV🖤~

I kicked open my dads door angrily. He looked up in shock, "Son what happened?" I slammed my hands on his desk, "We need to kill those son of a bitches.." My Father looked at me concerned, "What do you mean." I grit my teeth, "The mafia leader we are enemies with.. Raped Owen." I looked down and slammed my fist on the desk, "I'll Get the team together." I look up and laugh, "No. I'm killing the bastard myself." My father stood up, "Don't do anything Rash. You know how dangerous he is." I smile, "You think that'll stop me."


My father sighed. I know he's irritated but he knows I'm right, "Okay. Listen. I'll send you to kill him. But I'm sending men with you just in case. I think that's reasonable." I grin, "Fucking Deal." My dad nods and shoos my out of his office. This was it. This son of a bitch is going to die... and I'm going to kill him with my bare hands. I laugh loudly at that thought. I can't wait.


I walk back to me and Owens room. He was laying in bed. His eyes were red and puffy. He must've been crying.. I grit my teeth. That son of a bitch will die if it's the last thing I do. I grab the blanket and glance over at his handprint. I'll get a doctor to remove it so he doesn't have to look at it anymore.. I cover him up and lay in my bed. That bastard will be dead tomorrow.


No one hurts Owen under my watch.




End Of Chapter 7.

A/n: Sorry I haven't posted in a bit. I've been busy and rlly lazy 😅

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