A Match Made in Hell

72

Jesus, my hands haven't stopped shaking since I woke up this morning, or should I say tonight, since we have been awake since four in the morning.

The vest is heavy, to the point where it could be half my weight. I'd question why we need so many guns, but I know that they get lost easily so I just won't. I know I'll actually need them all.

Suits not that bad until you wear it with the belt and accessories. It's actually pretty comfortable before you put on the vest and, like, perhaps 50 damn switches blades on your belt.

Aiden is suddenly quiet, the blank expression on his face hasn't left and has been there for as long as I can remember. I haven't even heard him mutter a single word today. I don't think I've ever even seen him smile slightly.

Hell, I don't remember seeing him blink. Jesus, he's so serious about this, and is acting like a single word he mumbles will change his mood about this for the whole day and that he will fail his mission.

Gosh, how much I would love for him to fail. I mean, I get it. He's angry with his brother, but august is taking this too far and Aiden is seriously going along with it.

His brother hates me, I get it. But it's stupid, because he doesn't know me. In fact, he has no idea about who the fuck I am.  He thinks he knows me so well, because I apparently didn't make a good first impression, but he barely fucking knows me. Just because his stupid bitch of a brother is making a big deal out of this doesn't make it my fault.

But it is my fault. But at the same time, I can't be blamed for what Aiden is doing. What I can be blamed for, is running away in first place. But, fuck, I would've ended up miserable in that shithole.

Aiden zips up his vest and ties his boots' laces into a knot, before collapsing onto the bed like a dead corpse.

Fuck, I hate seeing him like this, but i can't get myself to say anything, not when he's so expressionless like this, it makes me wonder if I'll say something wrong, or if he'll even answer me on first place.

He drags both hands down his face aggressively, sighs loudly, slams his hands onto the bed and gets up in a hurry.

"Good luck out there." He says. I don't know if he said it to me, or to himself, because the bitch walked out without even glancing at me, and he thought he'd get away with it.

The audacity. The fact that this was the first thing I'd heard him say since yesterday in the afternoon. I mean, hell, atleast say my name, dammit.

I grab a fistful of his shirt that's hiding under his vest and pull him to me, aggressively smashing my lips onto his and to my surprise, he returns it.

I pull away, staring at him blankly. "Did you just fucking say 'good luck' and try to walk out the damn door just like that?"

"What were you expecting me to say?" He pauses, staring right into my eyes, still expressionless. Holy shit, this is the first time I'm realising how good Aiden is at acting.

"Fuck you, Aiden Armstrong." I turn away, scratching my head. Jesus, what was I thinking? He's an asshole and he knows it, and everybody knows damn well that he's doing it on purpose.

I almost jump in shock when two hands grab my face aggressively as aiden pulls me to himself, kissing me for the second time, but making it seem real this time.

Now, that is more like it. His hand goes from my jaw to grip onto my hair, the other sliding down my body slowly and stopping right at my hip, his fingers reaching to my ass.

"Aiden—" I try to stop him, but he doesn't even allow me to catch my breath and pulls me to himself roughly without letting me speak a word.

"Aiden, stop." I suddenly warn, trying to stop him. God, I don't want him to, but we have to stop. I want to keep going, fuck, I want to go as far as we possibly can, but we can't. Not right now.

"Please, no." I can feel my face soaking wet with tears as he continues to kiss me. He's crying. "Don't make me stop, please don't make me stop."

And I don't.

I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him down so he's low enough for me to swing both my arms and elbows around his neck, fingers tangled in his hair.

He gasps for air, opening his mouth for me and welcoming my tongue with pleasure. He moans against my lips, pulling my body closer to himself but we can't even feel eachother. It's only that damn vest that's as hard as a rock.

"Zachary." He cries, staring down at me with his forehead pressed against mine. "Zak, please, Angel. Allow me, please."

"We'll leave in a few minutes." My thumb carefully caresses his cheek. "There will be no point."

He gulps, looking up at the ceiling and throwing his head back with his arms still around me, refusing to let go of me.

"I love you." I whisper into his ear, which surprises him. "You know that, right? I love you so much, more than anything. I love you and I want you, and I'll have you all to myself when all this is over, and you'll have me, if you promise to take care of yourself for me."

"I love you. I love you more." He takes a deep breath, but a chuckle interrupts it halfway through. "Oh, Zak, I love you so damn much."

There's an oddly comforting moment of silence for the next few minutes, breathing against eachother's faces and pecking our lips every now and then with both our hands all over eachother.

"Zachary." He breaks the silence, mumbling.

"Aiden."

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life." I say without hesitation. I trust him with everything I have, I would never doubt him. He is my everything, I trust him more than anybody in the world.

"Close your eyes for me." He lifts my chin, so that I'm looking into his eyes. "Please, Angel." He whispers.

I shut my eyes slowly, my eyelids feeling heavier than they ever have. He doesn't shift his weight at all, doesn't move a single muscle for a good 30 seconds.

"What are you doing?" I ask out of curiosity, finally feeling the heat of his body and his breath approaching me and getting closer and closer painfully slowly.

"Im looking at you." He says simply. "Im just... admiring you. How could I not? How is it possible not you admire you when you look like that?"

My cheeks heat up, my heartbeat getting faster.

His lips touch my neck as he starts kissing and licking my sweet spot, making me shiver and tremble under his touch.

God, how I wish I could stop. But I can't get myself to stop him. It feels so good. And I can't go out there, not experiencing this first. I fucking love it. I love him.

A bang in the halls makes both of us jump, heavy and synced footsteps walking together.

We glance at eachother in fear. This is it.

He kisses me one final time, before opening the door for me as we both step out. "Good luck out there, my Angel."

God, please, give him some rest.

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Honestly, I'll have more than one epilogue chapter but there's barely any chapters left for this to finish