Russell

Get Ready To Fight

Sam

I woke up early the next day and sighed, feeling Russell stir. Things were rocky between my parents and I. But I was more worried about Russell's case.

His uncle gives me bad vibes. There is just something about him I don't like. I am not sure what it is, but he is bad news.

I couldn't help but stare at him As he slept. I ran my hand softly through his hair. It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom.

I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of things—everything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names.

Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit.

He sighs, grunting and stretching a little, making me smile. He unconsciously pulls me by the waist and hugs me tightly against him. His head rested on my bare chest. This only meant one thing: he would not soon let go. So, I hugged him back, wrapping my head around his neck and kissing his head.

It didn't take long until I went back to sleep, forgetting everything except him and me.

(A few hours later)

I felt so much more refreshed after a nice long shower. Russell had long left for practice, and I had stayed home to take care of a few things, clean up after Figaro, and feed him.

I made a quick lunch and wiped down the counters. I then grabbed the trash bag and opened the door to go downstairs and throw it away, but I became startled as I saw Andrew, Russell's cousin, in front of the door, ready to knock.

"Uh... Hi, Sam. Is... Russell or Uncle Fred here?" I looked at him, feeling a bit thrown off. I don't recall Russell telling me he had spoken to him, so how did he know where we lived now?

"Andrew? How did you,"

"Oh, uh... sorry," he says, chuckling a bit, looking down.

"I spoke to Uncle Fred a few nights ago. He... told me where to find you guys. Sam, I really need to talk to Russell; it's about the fight coming up. Please!" he says, looking at me with pleading eyes. I sigh, crossing my hands over my chest. Figaro meows, rubbing his little body over my foot, making me look down at him.

Figaro has grown so much, but he's become so clingy toward me. I hug him, rubbing his neck and making him purr.

"Come in. I'll call him and see when he's available." I say as I gesture to Andrew to come inside. I return to the house, placing the trash bag in its bin. Andrew sits, sighing profoundly and covering his face with his hands.

"Your dad is here, you know? He's hired Russell, made him sign a contract with him." I say, making him look up in shock.

"What? No... please tell me you have a copy," he asks, making me look at him with a raised brow. "I do. I'm not sure why you're asking that, though. Weren't you in on all this? I'm not dumb, Andrew. I know what's going on. Russell thinks I don't know, but I. Your dad's company... Knights Enterprise. It's really Russell's parents, isn't it?"

He looks at me surprised, as if I couldn't puzzle everything together. "Sam, I'm sorry. I never meant for any of this."

"Then why come here? Why reach out to Russell? Why sabotage his life more? Wasn't it enough for your dad to take away what's rightfully his? What more do you guys want from him?" I asked, annoyed, feeling anger boil inside of me.

"Sam, believe me. I didn't know. I was too young to know what was happening. Do you think I don't want to help Russell? I'm trying my best; I just... don't know how. My dad is a cunning man. He's a ruthless man who thinks only of himself." he says, making me grunt in disbelief.