Double Crossed

eight

Written by: @thetorturedpoet_13 

Taylor's POV

A shudder went through me at the sight before my eyes. She knew his nickname. The one we had established in the club and even tho i was pretty sure every woman he had been with would agree, they wouldnt call him Mr. Big in a private matter.

"let's get you out of here" Travis whispered, sending a quick text to someone before he carefully pushed me out of ther apartment, cursing quietly. "go pack your things and jason will pick you up in just half an hour i have to take care of some things and find a safe place for you to stay at."

I frowned hard as he pushed me back into my apartment gently. "so I'll be here on my own across the apartment of some mafia boss that knows your sex nick name and has fun spelling it out for you with dead snakes??"

He cursed again and shook his head, shrugging of his jacket to reveal the gun nestled against his muscle's sides in a holster, another accompanying his left side. He took it out and made sure it still had some bullets before handing it to me, moving close to cup my face.

"i know you might not like it little tiger but if your neighbor or anyone that's not me or Jason comes along, you shoot okay? We cant trust anyone here and i cant risk your life just because youre involved with me okay?"

I gave a little nod taking the gun timidly, the heavy metal weighing strong in my shaking hands. Travis caressed over my cheek oh so gently, the roughness of his hands a comforting feeling against my skin as he leant in and gave me a soft peck, his nose brushing mine as one of his hands moved to smoothe over my curls.

"you know how to use this?" he asked quietly referring to the gun in my hands to which i gave him a little nod. My father had taught me and austin when we left Reading just for self defense purposes of course.

"Atta girl" he gave me another kiss and his hand brushed over my waist before he let go of me, meeting my eyes one more time before he retreated to the stairs, signing for me to lock my door which i promtely did.

I had learned to never hold on to too much of my things since we had moved around quite alot and since my jobs clothing was mostly at the club and didnt take up too much space i managed to pack most of my stuff, except for furniture of course into a few suitcases and boxes i could find.

The only thing i had held onto over the past years had been a photobook from when we still lived in reading with pictures of meand austin but also my mom and mostly me and Travis. He had been my best friend in the world and honestly still was even if i couldnt give him details of what had happened the past 20 years and we now fucked like animals we were still just as good friends.

Soon enough there was a ring on my door and 5 seconds later a hard breathing Jason was greeted by my Smith and Weston or well Travis' , the shock obviously written all over his face but I let the gun sink when i managed to puzzle together who it was. He had obvisouly changed alot ever since i had seen him last but his similarity to Travis was what led me to recognize him.

"oh Jason its so good to see you again." i sighed and moved in to give him a gentle hug, letting him step inside of my packed-up apartment. He reciprocated the hug a bit overwhelmed it seemed, patting my back o i pulled back pretty soon.

"Hey Taylor, it's good to see you too" he mumbled and i stepped back to take him in. His beard was even more prominent than Travis' and he seemed a big shorter and wider but yeah they were undeniably brothers.

"i packed up everything so as soon as we got that to the car or whatever it is you brought we can definintely catch up, I wanna hear everything , how you have been, and Travis mentioned you're married too? I need to hear about that!"