His Little Ruin

22|Jaxon Adler

22|Jaxon Adler

We've only been at Quinn's parents house well I wouldn't call it a house because if I'm being completely honest this is a goddamn mansion. But that's besides the point we've been here for a good couple of hours and i'm already sat at a bar on a Saturday morning

And I know I should be at the house eating breakfast or some shit but being around her with my brother is something I can't handle the way he looks at her

It's like he's in love with her and it infuriates me to know that someone else may be in love with what belongs to me

"Dude you look like you could use something hardcore." a male voice appears next to me

Groaning I take the last sip of my alcohol before I give him all of my attention. I would be a fool to take drugs. But what would I have to lose?. Oh wait my hockey career

Not that they drug test us or anything. They don't drug test us. One time won't hurt

"What do you have in mind?."

Grinning he slides a plastic bag of powder my way. This won't hurt. Just this little bag won't ruin my thinking level. It'll just give me a bit of a rush. Maybe even energy and it'll keep my mind off of the one thing that has been bothering me

Not wasting any time I pour some out onto my phone and sniff it up. A burning sensation hits my nostril causing me to shake my head a couple of times. I don't feel anything until I look directly at the club lights that changed from red to blue to green to yellow and orange

My head was a bit fuzzy but I felt good. I felt free from any problems. A small smile spread across my face until in came Quinn's father

"Jaxon, don't tell me you're here drinking your life away." he chuckles before taking a seat

Actually that and taking illegal substances

I sigh. "I won't say my life. Maybe just drinking all of the negativity away. But clearly that didn't work because you're still in my presence."

His grin smoothed down into a firm line and I know I should be scared but I'm not. In this state I stand my ground. Not a muscle in my body moves when he stands and sizes me up

"You know. You should really learn to watch your mouth boy. It won't make your situation any better. Having to kill Quinn's mother. My wife." he taunted

I wanted to say he was wrong but of course he was right. My behavior won't fix anything I've got coming for me

"Wanna know something?," I scoff. "I will lose your daughter for good when she finds out. And so will you."

Not waiting for a response I walk away hands in my pockets

...

Quinn is sitting on the couch reading her book as I play with Thomas. Nicolo was in the kitchen giving Georgia a hand

Dinner tonight was apparently Quinn's favorite meal. She didn't seem to ecstatic when she found out about it but I guess that's just Quinn

"My favorite color is green." Thomas says while placing a building block on top of another

I slightly let the ends of my lips curl

"Green like the color of grass."

He nods his head before looking up at me. Thomas had green blue eyes that popped out with his dark hair. Was I jealous of his eyes?. Maybe

"What's your favorite color, Jax?." his voice fades a bit

I don't know if it's him making his voice low or if it's the drugs. I'm not sober at all. My hands shake almost every time I lift a block up

As long as I'm not angry or anything all is well. All is well until someone notices. Looking over at Quinn I smile. Her black hair up in a clip leaving pieces to fall in her face. A book being held in her hands

Her legs crossed on the sofa as she scans each page with her ocean eyes. And her black manicured nail tapping on the cover of the book

"Blue."

"Like Quinny's eyes?." he whispered

"Exactly like Quinn's eyes."

I've never had a favorite color until her pools of sea drowned my two pools of copper. The day I realized I liked her was the day I vowed to never touch another woman. Until I had no choice but to be with her sister

And I still swim in those blue eyes every time I'm around her

"Dinners ready." Quinn stops waving her hand in front of my face

I zoned out. She holds her hand out for me to take it and at first I wasn't going to because I didn't want her to question the shaking of my hands but I take her hand anyway so she could pull me up

If I would've gotten up myself I'm sure I would've tipped over

"Jaxon," she furrows her eyebrows with her hand still connected to mine. "Are you feeling well?. Your hand is cold and it's shaking bad."

A low chuckle escaped my lips. "I'm well. Let's go before the food gets cold."

Removing my hand I walk away from her making my way all the way to the dining room. Where guards stood around the table and Quinn's father appeared. How lovely

I take a seat across from my brother far away from Chanum. I pray to god he doesn't say anything smart tonight

"Tonight we have guests, Wyatt Ford, Nicolo Adler and Jaxon Adler. Friends of Quinn's. Dear can you believe our Quinn is engaged?." she asks with a blinding smile on her face

Jesus

"It's great she's getting married. Nicolo seems like a very sophisticated man. Unlike others." he slips a small look at me before looking back at his wife

Nicolo says nothing he just sits across from me watching my every move. Why is he staring so hard?

"Nicolo do a toast." Chanum demands

My brother's eyes go slightly wide before he stands up and grabs his glass raising it up. We all held our cups waiting for him to say a word but nothing comes out. Wyatt clears his throat getting his attention

What an idiot. Your a CEO and can't even do a toast

"I want to raise a toast to my business of course. The green is everything. And raise a toast to my wife she is ben—," he stumbles on the word like he can't pronounce it

Laughter sounds from behind Chanum and I realize his men are making fun of him. I know I hate my brother but this made my blood boil

"Benevolent." Quinn says with a small smile

She's being nice. I can tell from the way her shoulders tense that she's angry. Lifting up her glass she looks around so that we were all on the same page. It took seconds until we all let our glasses touch

Thomas sat between Georgia and Quinn minding his business eating. The entire time we have been here he hasn't looked up from his plate he just stayed quiet. He was being reticent

And I know why. Their father is no better than mine. He's worse. I pray karma bites him in his old ass good

He needs to die...