Love to Hate You

Chapter 36

Finally, at nine at night, I made it back to my apartment. My sister is asleep on the couch. The TV playing some random show. Ezra was waiting up for me. He's sitting by the window. A cigarette in his hand, unlit. I drop his bag on the floor and walk over to him. I pluck it out of his hand and toss it towards the table. I know he's stressed. I sit on his lap, straddling his hips. I run my fingers through his black hair. I tug his head back, the moonlight lighting half his face. He looks blankly at me but his eyes tell me everything I need to know.
"Where did you go all day??" He questioned, monotonously.
"Shh. Just love me." I whisper. I lean down and kiss him with all that I've got. He kisses me back, his hands on my thighs. I don't want to waste time. I have wasted so much of it already. I wish I met him sooner. I wish I didn't waste my time dating Cindy, when all I really wanted was right there in front of me. I wish I didn't waste my time with Emilia, when we could have worked things out. I wish for more time but time is slowly running out. So, I kiss him and he kisses me. I get off of his lap without breaking the kiss and he follows me, rising from his chair. We blindly make our way to my bedroom, lips still locked. We fall together on my bed. I pull away just to take his shirt off and I quickly place my lips on his skin. His neck, his shoulder, his chest, I kiss and bite it all. My tongue toys with his nipple and he makes the most beautiful sounds. I make my way down lower. I lick his well defined abs. I unbutton his jeans and unzip them. Looking at him through my eyelashes, I pull out his hard dick and put his length in my mouth. It feels smooth and throbs as my tongue swirls around his flesh. I suck and watch him bite his lip, trying to stifle his moans. I take him in until he hits the back of my throat and he can't stifle his moans any longer. He lets his sounds of pleasure out. A siren's song that only encourages me to keep going. His fingers dig into my scalp, holding me in place as he begins to fuck my face hard and fast. I gag and struggle to breathe but I don't stop him. Blood rushes down south and I can feel my member hardening more than it already was. I sit up and take a lung full of air. I remove all of my clothes and finish taking off his jeans. I hover over his body and stick my fingers in his mouth. He coats them in saliva and I reach down to his hole, pushing through the tight ring of muscles. I slide them in and out, as I devour his mouth with mine. Suddenly he takes hold of my cock. I pull my fingers out and he sinks my cock in. So tight. I velociously pound in and out of him. The sound of skin slapping together mixing in with our moans and grunts. He wraps his legs around my waist as his hands hold onto my shoulders. The warmth of his body, his smooth skin, all of him, I commit it to memory. I don't plan on dying but this may very well be my last time. I slow down at that thought. Savor this moment more.
"Faster, Jas. Please." Ezra begged.
"Let me worship you. I promise I'll make you feel good. I don't want to rush this." I said,my face buried in the crook of his neck. I kept thrusting my cock slowly into his needy hole.
Ezra wasn't satisfied with my speed. He suddenly flipped me onto my back and began to ride me.
"Fuck, Ezra!" I moaned. My hands grip his waist and attempt to slow him down but to no avail. My greedy lover kept bouncing like horny rabbit. He smirked down at me. He has ne wrapped around his goddamn finger and he knows it.
"Ok, fine but remember you asked for it." I said, then I flipped us again. Ezra chuckles.
"Ok, Baby. Now what??" He said with an amused tone.
"Face down, ass up. Now." I demand.
"Yes, sir." He quickly gets into position. I knead his bottom and then spank his flesh. Ezra moans. I spank him again and again, until his cheek is red with my handprint.
"Please, Babe. Please." He groans. I smirk, knowing exactly what he wants from me but I want him to beg for it.
"What do you want, Baby??" I said in a low seductive voice.
"I want your cock." He breathed out. I grab my manhood and begin to jerk off.
"How bad do you want it??"
"Stop teasing me, Jasper." He whined and picked his head up to look back at me. I quickly push his head into the mattress and thrust into him without warning. He groans in pleasure. I rock back and forth, drilling into his hole mercilessly. Unleashing the passion within me onto him. His hands grip the sheets as he mewls.
"Is this what my baby wanted??" I grunt, my abs flexing with each thrust of my hips. My hand still holding his head down, pressing into the mattress. His hair messy and sticking to his forehead. His hole squeezes my cock tight. Uuhhhhh, YES!! Warm and slick with my pre come. He can't even reply to me. He's a moaning mess. Sounds of skin slapping together and the bed creaking fill the air. With a few more rough, sloppy thrusts, my seed fills him to the brim. It just keeps coming, more and more. Leaking out as I ride my high out.
"Don't you dare stop. I'm so close. Don't stop." He pleads. I keep pumping my cock into his hole. Hard and fast. Hitting the special bundle of nerves inside of him.
"Yes!! Oh, Fuck!! Yes! Right there. Jas, I'm gonna...ahhhhh!!" He moans out, breathlessly. His come spurting out onto the sheets. I grab his shaft and jerk him off. He spurts out some more with a cry of ecstasy. I rub my thumb on the tip, making his dick twitch. We both collapse, breathing heavily. I pull out and roll off of him. Settling on his side. I check the clock. It's eleven at night. I have to get going. My heart beating wildly in my chest for a different reason now. I kiss Ezra's shoulder up to his neck then find his lips. I don't want to leave him here but I have to. It's for his safety.
"E, I gotta go. If I don't come back when the sun rises, grab the bags I left at the front door and run with my sister. I left instructions inside the bag." I said, as I caressed his face. He quickly scowled.
"I'm not staying behind!! Like hell you are going to leave me!! We're going together!! And what the fuck do you mean you left instructions and packed bags?! You plan to die tonight?!" He seethes. He quickly gets up and starts pacing around the room.
"Babe, you can't come. It's too dangerous for you. No, I don't plan to die but it's a possibility and I don't need you there risking your life as well." I explain as I walk into my bathroom to wash up with a wet rag. He stops pacing and follows me into the bathroom.
"You really just fucked me like some form of saying goodbye and expect me to be cool with it?! What the fuck, Jasper!!" He shouts. He grabs the rag from my hands and begins to clean himself.
"I wasn't saying goodbye, E."
"No, you were just fucking me just in case you died and never returned to me, I'd have that as my last great memory of you. It's the same shit, Jasper!! You're saying goodbye!!"
"I'm not going to die, Ezra!! I'm going to fight like hell and come back to marry you!! I wasn't just fucking you!! I just wanted to show you how much I love you but you wanted it rough so I gave you what you wanted!!" I shouted back. I exit the bathroom and grab my clothes.
Ezra gets dressed to. I watch him.
"I'm coming with you and that's final!! Welcome to marriage, Hubby." He insisted. I groan in frustration and tug at my hair. He's leaving me no choice. I grab him from behind and push a pressure point on his neck until he's limp in my arms. I carry him bridal style and place him on my bed. He is going to be very angry with me when he wakes up in thirty minutes and finds me gone but we can deal with that later when I come back. I glide my fingers through his hair and kiss his lips.
"I love you. I'll be back." I whisper to him even though he can't hear me. I get dressed, grab my phone and wallet then stuff two guns in the waistband of my pants. I tug my shirt down to hide them. I take one more look at the man who stole my heart then walk out. I get into my car, start the ignition and drive to the warehouse to meet my father. Knowing him, he'll be alone because he doesn't see me as a threat. That'll be his mistake. An hour into my drive, my phone rings. I reach for it and check who is calling me. One glance at the name has me cussing. It's Ezra. Fuck. I decline his call. He keeps calling though. After ten phone calls, he sends me a text.
Ezra: You fucking asshole!! I can't believe you did this to me!! You best believe there will be hell to pay!!
Yeah, he's definitely pissed off. That's going to be fun to argue about later. Sigh. I just want him safe. I arrive at the warehouse. A black jeep is already parked here. I take a deep breathe and exit my car. Let's get this over with. I enter the abandoned warehouse. The only light coming from a dim light bulb hanging above my father's head.
"My boy!! Look at how much you've grown!! Come give your father a hug!!" He said once he seen me enter.
"Skip the bullshit. I know you want me dead. I left your precious mafia. That counts as a betrayal and the punishment for that is death." I spat out, bitterly. He chuckles and pulls out his gun.
"Here I thought, I could have my son back. I see you rather die instead. Brave choice, my boy."
"You don't want a son. You want a soldier. But you're right. I rather die than be a part of the family business as you call it. I don't plan on dying though." I pulled a gun out. He smiles.
"That's my boy!! There's that fire you were trained to have!! Tell me, boy, do you have a wife?? Children??" He asked with a cynical smile. I gulped.
"No but I have a husband to get back to. So can we get this over with??"
My father's face twisted with disgust. He raised his gun and I raised mine.
"All this time you've been a faggot!! No son of mine will be a disgusting abomination!! You disgust me!! Your mother should have aborted you!!" He spat venomously.
"Don't talk to him like that, you piece of shit!!" I know that voice. My eyes widen and my head snaps around to see Ezra.
"Who the fuck are you?!" My father shouted angrily. Ezra smiles devilishly.
"Your son in law." He replied, proudly. Then Ezra looks at me and blows a kiss.
"Thought you could just leave and I wouldn't find you, Baby?? Well, surprise." He directs to me. I'm too angry to say anything. I just shove him behind me and use my body as a shield.
"Ugh. Look at that disgusting filth. You really searched at the bottom of the barrel for this scum. I thought I could convince you to come back but now I see I don't have a son. I raised a bitch. A disgusting faggot. You're a disgrace to the family. I will end your miserable life!!" My father spewed his hatred and suddenly gunshots were fired. Everything happened so fast. Ezra falls to the ground with a scream of agony escaping his lips. I don't think. I just react. I pull the trigger and I don't miss. A bullet through my father's head ends his life and his body drops. I quickly turn to Ezra and fall to the floor beside him. I cradle his body to me and look for the bullet hole. His blood is soaking his shirt and I can't tell where he's been hit.
"Don't you dare die on me, Ezra!!" I cry out. Tears falling from my eyes. I carry his body to my car and lay him in the backseat. We are out in the middle of nowhere but that doesn't deter me from racing down the road to find a hospital. I quickly search on my phone for any hospitals nearby. I pick the first one and drive there. Breaking all the laws of the road on my way there. I look in the rearview mirror every few seconds. Ezra is lifeless and bleeding profusely. No, he can't die. I refuse to let him die. Why didn't he listen to me and just stay home?! If he dies...I can't live without him... I just can't. Finally after what seems like forever, I arrive at the hospital. I don't even shut off the ignition. I just put it in my park, throw my door open and carry the love of my life into the hospital.
"HELP!! HELP, PLEASE!! HE'S BEEN SHOT!!" I scream as soon as I enter the building. Immediately, a medical team approaches me with a gurney and take Ezra away. I run after them as they rush him away. They stop me as they enter a room and shut the doors.
I look down at my hands covered in dried blood. My clothes stained red. My eyes widen at the realization that I'm covered in my lover's blood. Shock takes over my body. Suddenly I can't breathe. There isn't enough air in my lungs. The corners of my vision start to darken and the walls are closing in on me. Ezra was shot. I killed my father. Ezra's blood is on my hands. My father's blood is on my hands. What the fuck... WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!! I didn't even hesitate. One look at Ezra falling down and my fingers automatically pulled the trigger. I would have gladly taken that bullet in his place. It should have been me. It should have been me who got shot. Not the love of my life. No, he's innocent. He didn't deserve it. I rush through the halls and find a bathroom. I quickly scrub at my hands. Desperately trying to wash off the blood but it cakes under my fingernails and nothing I seem to do can erase the fact that I held Ezra's bleeding body in my arms. That memory is a stain in my mind that can't be wiped off. Exhaustion takes over my body. I'm fight my eyes to stay open.