With A Twist

TWENTY THREE (THEO)

I land one more punch onto his unconscious body, making him recoil in the chair. I watch as his head flops, pathetically until it hangs low over his chest. 

"Keep him alive until I come back," I say to one of the guards, taking the rag from him and wiping the blood off my hands. 

After Hazel woke up, Andros and I went to check the house CCTV and found the guy that had found his way in with the pastries. 

Said man is now unconscious and at my mercy. 

I head back to the house, taking a quick shower in my room before heading to Hazel's. We moved her back to her room when she was strong enough. 

Since then, Atlas has not left her side and I know he's beating himself up for making the decision for us all to leave her at home that morning. None of us blame him though. We need to get back to reality and have her fit within it without changing our whole lives. 

After dressing in a pair of black sweatpants, I walk into her room to see her sat up against the headboard. Atlas has his arm lazily draped around her shoulders, his snores filling the room above the sounds of her TV. 

She looks up at me and smiles, her eyes glistening as she stares at me in the doorway. I move towards her, taking up the space on the other side of her. I kiss her forehead, feeling her sigh in content at my touch. 

"Hey," she whispers softly, careful not to wake Atlas up. 

"Hey, little one," I greet her back, not stifling my voice. 

I couldn't give a fuck if I wake Atlas. 

"Shhhhh," she places her finger to her lip, her eyes wide as she tries to get me to be quiet but I just roll my eyes, clearing my throat. 

"Atlas, svegliati, cazzo, pigro pezzo di merda," I say loudly, tossing a cushion to Atlas's head. He flinches awake, glaring at me before throwing the cushion back to me. ("Atlas, Wake the fuck up, you lazy piece of shit")

"Theooooo," Hazel scolds me, glaring at me before turning to kiss Atlas softly. He gives me a smug look as she turns back with a mad face that has me wanting to spread her legs right here. 

Fuck, if the doctor hadn't said she needed recovery time. 

"Vaffanculo, Theo," Atlas glares at me as he stands up, stretching out his body with a pained groan. ("Fuck you, Theo")

"Can you guys stop talking in Italian all the time? I have no more storage for Duolingo on my phone," Hazel moans between us, pouting with fake-anger. 

"Sure, baby," Atlas bends down to kiss her, replacing her pout with a happy smile. He looks at me and glares again before leaving us alone behind a closed door. 

"How are you feeling, little darling?" I ask her, pulling her closer to me. I smirk when I realise she's wearing one of my shirts. I play with the hem of it, making her shiver at the touch of my fingers on her thigh. 

"G-good," she stutters, her face flushing at the contact. She keeps her eyes pinned on the TV, almost too nervous to look at me. 

"Are you lying?" I grab her face and pull her to look at me, my eyes now dark with dominance. 

She takes a shaky breath, looking down, which has me clearing my throat to call out her defiance.

"My stomach hurts a little bit," she finally answers, her eyes darting to mine with worry. I kiss her softly and feel her melt into the kiss, her body finally relaxing. 

"Good girl," I whisper against her lips before pulling away. 

She furrows her eyebrows at me as she watches me climb out of bed. 

"I'm going to get you some meds and snacks, little one," I tell her before leaving the room and heading downstairs. 

I walk into the kitchen to see Atlas fully dressed in a suit and sipping coffee whilst talking to a pyjama bottoms-clad Dawson. Atlas glares at me whilst taking a sip of his coffee, causing Dawson to look between us in confusion. 

He furrows his eyebrows but I just shrug, walking to the fridge and pulling out some of Hazel's favourite snacks. I load them onto a tray and head to the medicine cabinet. 

"Is she okay?" Dawson asks me as he looks between me and the box of painkillers in my hand. 

"Her stomach is hurting her," I answer, not looking at him as I pour some water into a glass and place it on the tray. 

"She didn't tell me that," Atlas groans out, rubbing his hand over his face guiltily.

"I had to force it out of her," I shrug, looking at him. He nods once before looking at his phone. His face hardens as he reads something from it and places his mug down on the counter, walking out of the room without another word. 

"Are you working today?" I ask Dawson as I pick up the tray. 

"Yeah," he rolls his eyes, "I have to go sort some shit out at the club. Denise is mouthing off again." I smirk as he groans.

Fucking Denise. 

"Have fun," I say with an evil glint in my eyes, walking out of the room and back up to Hazel. 

I make her take the medication and eat something before she starts to fall asleep, her head falling on my shoulder as she slumps against me. 

I can't help but smile as I kiss her forehead, feeling so lucky we have her to calm the storms in our lives. 

Sorry, I know it's a bit short but it's kinda a filler so, bear with <3