Bishop |18+|

Ch.33

Alia

"Woah, man." Jay chuckled uneasily, raising his hands up slightly. "I didn't mean-"

"Is he bothering you?" Antonio cut him off, finally setting it sights back down at me. With my cheek pressed up against his chest, I let out a sigh.

"Antonio drop it I'm just tir-"
"Is he bothering you?" Antonio repeated once more, his expression scrunched up into one of pure concern and seriousness. My head turned slightly and I looked up to see Jay still frozen in place, the blood in his face drawn, leaving his skin looking pale. That was so satisfying to see.

"Yeah he is." I replied. "He's bothering me."

Jay's brows furrowed and he took a step closer "Alia, I was just—"

"No one was fucking talking to you." Antonio cut him off for a second time, his tone low in a somewhat ominously neutral way. His composure to stay calm was so obviously weak, and he had a shit way of trying to hide it—though I couldn't help but to heat up.

I felt his thumb move up to gently rub the skin below my eyes. "You look tired." He whispered.

"I am tired." I whispered back, letting my eyes flutter close. "I want to go home."

My arms slacked to my side, my coffee still in hand but I felt it slipped down ever so slightly. Upon hearing that answer, he let out a sigh, giving my forehead a gentle kiss.

"Mate, listen I'm sorry for getting in your way. I'll drop it and we can just walk away from this." Jay said with a hint of nervousness. Antonio seemingly judged.

"Why are apologising to me?" He tilted his head slightly. "It seems more appropriate to apologise to the lady, don't you think?"

"Antonio." I warned, pushing away from him slightly. "Please."

The man looked down at me, his tongue rubbing the side of his cheek despite still managing to keep that stoic attitude. His stubbornness to look intimidating was somewhat understandable. "Go wait in the car."

Fuck.

A frustrated sigh left my lips. "Don't try anything." I warned him and slipped out of his hold, making my way towards the car only to hear his talk with Jay murmur down into a whisper. Slumping in my seat, I leaned against the glass, watching them.

Antonio was much taller in comparison to Jay, much more stoic and masculine than him. Although I was fucking done with this bullshit, I wouldn't deny that seeing Jay finally be put in his place was gratifying. The look of his face when his expression slowly turned into a look of agitation quickly forced a smile on my face. Eventually, Jay walked in the opposite direction before I saw Antonio open the car door, sitting in his seat with a scowl.

"What did you do?" I asked, sipping on my coffee. Antonio simply looked straight ahead, turning on the car before resting his forearm on the back of my seat and twisted his body to reverse.

"I just had a talk with him." He said nonchalantly, shifting the gear stick before driving down the road. I buckled myself in and slumped in my seat, circling the rim of the cup with my finger. I didn't see it, but I felt his stare into the side of my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked before I felt his hand rest down on my thigh. It was heavy, big and I enjoyed the weight of it on my skin.