The Mute Fighter | 3

022

022 - Aftermath

I got up early the next day, which was Saturday. I saw blood on the front door, so I immediately washed it off before my neighbors would call the cops on us. Mitch was still sleeping, so I cleaned in peace.

After doing a quick clean for blood and other stuff, I got started with breakfast. I didn't know what Mitch liked or if he even ate breakfast. But who gives a shit, I was making it anyway.

As I had finished the food and I was on the way upstairs, Mitch came running down the stairs, he looked panicked and worried. But when he saw me, he stopped in his tracks, he looked at the tray in my hands and then the confused look on my face.

"Uh-good morning?" I said unsure. "What happened?" I asked him and stepped back down the stairs and placed the tray on the kitchen counter. 'I thought you'd left me' Mitch signed and placed his hands on my waist.

'I couldn't call out for you' He added and put his head on my shoulder. Since I am a lot smaller than he is, it felt funny for him to do this.

"Mitch-" I called out and attempted to move to make him look at me but he refused. "Mitch, baby, look at me" I said with a small laugh, I pulled his face up and made him look at me as I cupped his face.

"I would never leave you like that and definitely not in my own house" I told him, he nodded and kissed my palm. "I was just cleaning up blood and then I made breakfast," I added.

He smiled a little as he glanced next to me on the counter and saw the tray. I was about to question the smile on his face, when he turned his head to me instead and crashed his lips onto mine.

Before I knew it, he lifted me up and placed me on the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me closer to him, which led me to wrap my legs around his waist.

"You need to eat," I said between kisses. He hummed in response and began kissing down my neck instead. "Mitch, you got hurt pretty badly last night, you need food" I said breathlessly as his lips worked on my neck.

"Fuck.." I murmured as he pushed me back down on the kitchen counter, his teeth scraped over my stomach and hip as he placed kisses on my skin.

His lips trailed kisses down to the edge of my panties, I moaned as I braced myself. Though when he hooked his fingers into the string, his phone went off.

Someone was spamming him with texts, I sat up on my elbows as he pulled away slightly to see who it was. His brows furrowed in what seemed like confusion.

'I have to go' He signed to me as he looked back at me. "Oh, is everything okay?" I ask as I sit back up completely. He nodded and lifted me back down on the floor.

'Can you come over later?' He asked, I nodded and gave him a small smile. He leaned in to kiss me a quick three times, before he headed towards the door.

I watched as he closed the door after him, just like that he was gone. I heard the engine roar as he took off down the street in his McLaren.

I couldn't help but frown a little. I guess I would have to wait till later. I ate breakfast on my own and spent the entire cleaning up, so that when my parents were coming home, it would be squeaky clean.

Three hours later my phone was ringing. It was West.

"Hi bitch" I responded once I answered. "Hi hoe, what are you doing?" He asked.

"Not much, just hanging out in my living room" I said and shrugged a little even though he couldn't see me.

"Wanna have some company?" He asked. "Sure why not," I said. "Alright, I'm bringing pizza" He said and hung up without giving me a chance to reply.

I called Fran shortly after and she was coming by as well. "I brought vodka" Fran called out when both her and West walked into my house.

"Sweet jesus" I moaned at the pizza, fuck the vodka. I don't drink. "You're filthy" West commented and shuddered in fake disgust.

"Hmm, you're in a good mood" Fran noted as we all sat down by the coffee table. "You're right-did you get laid?" West asked with a dramatic gasp.

"What? No, that's ridiculous-""-She totally did-who did you fuck?" Fran gasped, her face changed into a smirk.

"I think I know who" She sang, West smacked her shoulder. "Tell me, bitch. Come on" He pleaded.

"Mitch-oh my god-Is that why you were walking like that?" Francesca snorted. I glared at her as West gasped.

"I did not-fuck Mitch. You two are insane" I retorted. Both Fran and West poked each other as they silently agreed to not believe me.

"I'm just glad you got laid," West said and exhaled deeply before sitting back on the couch. "I did not-""-Oh shut up, we know" Fran cut me off.

"You two maniacs know nothing, so shut up and eat the pizza" I scoffed. "There's a party tonight and we're all going, you're coming too right?" West asked me as we ate pizza and watched netflix.

"I don't think so-""-Mitch is coming too, Oliver as well" West cut off. I pursed my lips in annoyance, so that's how I'm told? Great.

"I don't think so, last time-""-It's not gonna be like last time, we promise. We got your back, Nick" West said and Fran nodded.

"We're all there, you won't be out of anyone's sight" Fran assured me, I sighed and rubbed my thumb a little. "I don't know, I'll think about it" I said and the two nodded.

A few hours later, the two left to get ready for the party, it matched perfectly with Mitch texting me to come over.

I changed clothes and locked the house after me, I headed out to my Camaro and raced down the street. It took ten minutes and as I rolled up the huge driveway, the gates were already open. I parked and got out of the car.

"Nicolina" Oliver's voice called out, I turned around and saw him smoking against the garage building. He approached me and exhaled the smoke.

"Mitch is inside, do you remember the way?" He asked with a smirk. "No, I don't remember" I said and he told me the ways. I tried to memorize it and thanked him before walking inside.

I found Mitch's room and knocked gently before opening the door. I was more than pleased when I opened it, he was boxing on his punching bag in the corner of the room.

He was shirtless and sweaty too, I bit my lip a little as I felt myself growing turned on by the sight. I whistled to get his attention, he turned to me with a pleased smirk on his face.

"Hi" I said and shot him a smile. He came over and leaned down to kiss me, I wasted no time deepening it, the way he left earlier left some things open.

'You taste like vodka and pizza' He signed when he pulled away. I chuckled and shrugged a little. "Fran and West stopped by," I said.

"They said something about a party tonight?" I said and Mitch nodded. 'Do you want to go?' He signed. "I think so, you're going too right?" I asked him. 'If you are' He signed and shrugged a little.

"Aw" I teased and pulled him closer by the waistline of his sweatpants. He smirked a little when I pulled him closer.