The Fallout | ✓

21 - pretty little neck

M A D D O X

I shove the last blanket into the trunk of the car with harder force than necessary.

I've been on edge this whole time when I should've been enjoying every moment. But when the girl you're falling for all over again is talking to another man that looks so in her league and so fucking perfect for her, I'm not only on edge, I'm in the deepest bit of fucking hell.

"Stop being a grumpy ass and go drive her home," Ian closes their trunk with one push when I was struggling to do so for the last minute.

"She's fine, I'm sure she has a chauffeur waiting for her," and even when I insist I can't help but look over my shoulder to make sure she's still there. It's like an inborn tendency buried in my body and between my bones to make sure she's okay.

"Alonso and she broke up last year. They're on good terms and if you stop being stubborn maybe you could stand a chance with her before they get back together again or something."

"I'm not playing a part in a fucking love triangle," I huff out.

"And she ain't going to play the waiting game for long either," He stated, "Stop being stupid Mads or you'll sit on the sidelines and watch as another man takes his chances with her."

The force of his words is a punch in the gut, I almost recoil from the reality I've ignored for so long when I was behind bars sitting in my dark, dirty cell and waiting for the days to pass, second by second. I knew Quincey wasn't going to wait for me, and even when I wished for that, I knew I wasn't going to be worth the wait. She wasn't going to stay as innocent as she was and any man who didn't notice her was clearly blind. So to say, yes, I thought of Quincey dating someone, but thinking and knowing that she did were two completely different things on my spectrum.

And to this day, the thought of her with another man still sickens my guts but who am I to stop her? I'm barely managing to provide for myself, how am I going to provide for her? How am I going to treat her the way she deserves?

The night is dark, and the wind force is stronger. I glance at the woman I've never gotten the chance to love but never stopped loving silently and my legs are two separate parts of my body as they lead me to her without my brain's will.

When she notices me nearing, she tightness her arms around her torso to protect it from me but because I'm delusional I'd like to the it is because of the wind and my arms ache to grasp her and hide her away.

Her green eyes are squeezed into slits, her eyebrows down into a grimace when I stop before her.

"Where's your chuffair?" I croak out, my throat is dry from the sight of her.

It's a glare she sends me now, "His name is Alonso."

"I couldn't care less for what the hell his name is."

"I know," she blinks at me and I watch as the breeze plays along with the strands of her long brunette hair and I wish it were my hands that were there, allowed to touch it, touch her.

"Then why tell me?" I finally let out.

"To bother you why of course," She shrugs her bare shoulder, the littles wicked smile playing on her lips. My dick twitches, eager for the attention it would never get and my teeth want to sink deep into the softness of her beautiful shoulder.

When did shoulders become so fucking sexy?

"Maddox," my eye lift to connect with hers

"Yes," I sound like I'm on the verge of cuming, and maybe I am. I stare, my lips are as dry as autumn leaves.

"I'm going now," She glances past me.

"Okay..." I prolong raising a brow.

She raises both of hers back, "You have to move, can you do that for me?"

Oh, I can do lots of things to you if you'd just let me, my boner says.

"Why?"

She sighs, her lickable shoulders slouching, "My ride is here, I need you to move so I can get in."

"Is it?"

She makes a frustrated noise from the back of her throat, and my dick likes it too much to not prod the front of my shorts again. I think my dick likes every sound Quincey Harvey makes. That's a flat-out fact. And I do too. My fingers are clenched at my side to hinder myself from wrapping my palm around her pretty little neck and eliciting that beautiful noise back out again.

"Maddox, please move," I'm so zoned out in my deloulo land that when she tries to shove me away I stumble back against the car.

The sound of the window sliding down pulls both of our attention away, "You need help love?"

"I don't," I reply grimly, my face stone hard.

He leans forward to get a better view from the open passenger side window now and it's barely manageable to resist the urge to pull him out of the car, head first onto the solid concrete, especially when he keeps looking at Quincey the way he does.

"Lonso, Bud why don't you join us for the drive? I think you're not that stable to drive," Ian appears before I can turn my thoughts into action.

Quincey's face whips toward him, "You told me you didn't have anything to drink!"

The idiot grimaces and I try to refrain a grin from taking over my face.

"I barely had a cup, I swear."

"I saw him drink three," I butt in.

They're all looking at me now but my eyes are smiling at him while my mouth forms a line when he glares at me.

"I'm sure I can manage myself well."

"Then I'm not putting my girl in danger since she doesn't have a thing to do with you."

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this chapter took a little longer to write cause it had lots of alterations made to it and it is still not my best work but it's decent ig

Ty for being here.

lots of love and confetti,
—faith

WED - 9:35 M
Oct 25, 2023