Alice in a Twisted Wonderland (BL 18+ Completed)

Chapter Thirty Five: Chester in a Carousel

Warning: The authors have nothing against Muslims or Islam, it's just a character with his own beliefs and actions that chose to go against his own religion. We have everything against gay people though.

Knox's POV

Alex had decided to confine a comatosed Erin in his house, so I helped with the paper discharging him and hiring a private in-house doctor. Ugh, why do I have to do all the work and all Alex does is give me money?

I also have a word with this happy motherfucker who waltzes in the Montgomery household without taking his helmet off. "Stephen Amir Anderson, we have to talk."

"Government name, huh?" He didn't bother taking his helmet off as he makes plops in Alex's couch.

"You are drunk, since you never take off the helmet to avoid exposing your red face."

"You should try a helmet, exposing your pissy face could annoy a whole village."

I breathe in deeply as I yell at him, "Leave Chester Ulrich alone."

"How could you say I was with him?"

I pulled out my phone and showed what an anonymous user has sent me. It was a picture of Stephen handing a helmet to Chester. But, there is a drawn target on Stephen's head.

"It's from the twins." He finally took off the helmet, but he wasn't drunk under there he just had a lot of lipstick marks on his cheeks.

This gave me a worse headache. "Stephen James Amir Anderson, what the FUCK?"

"They sent a lot of men to the restaurant we were at but guess what? I beat all of them," he proudly says, leaning back with his knees open and staring at the picture with a smile. "This guy's so cute even in a stolen photo."

"You don't understand what you're getting into," I sigh, making sure to slow my words just in case this orangutan can't understand. "The gang that went after you? They used to work under a different boss. Now this boss was beaten to death by Ryzo's bloody fist, alone. He beat up 18 gangsters and one gang leader. That's how they took over that gang."

He kept staring at the picture with a smile. "Don't worry Knox, I'm built different."

"Might I remind you they're built like African American athletes in the Olympics and you know what that means? They always win."

"You have no faith in me," Stephen smirks. "I don't think Chester is a prize to be won. I think he's a kitty that needs rescuing."

"Oh hey guys..." Alex came in in casual wear, basketball shorts and a t-shirt. "I just changed Erin—quick question, which one is weirder: me avoiding looking at his dick despite us being both male, or me looking at his dick normally because we're both male?"

"Yes," both Stephen and I answered, and Alex shrugged.

"What's up, Stephanie? Which brothel did you come from?"

I scoffed, "Oh I wished he had just gone to a brothel and fucked a girl that gives him 12 viral diseases rather than have an affair with Chester Ulrich."

"Who is that, is she cute?"

Stephen tells me, "I do not have an affair with him, that would be haram."