Falling for the devil.(+18)

Inners demons.

Warning: Content Advisory.
The following scene depicts self-harm through violent actions in anger,This portrayal is intended for dramatic purposes and does not advocate for self-harm in any form. If you or someone you know is struggling with anger or self-harm in any form of way, please seek help from a professional or a trusted individual. Enjoy the story.

He stormed into the bathroom, his heart pounding in his chest. The moment he stepped inside, he felt the weight of his frustration crashing down on him like a tidal wave. He leaned against the cool marble counter, gripping it tightly as he tried to catch his breath. ''What the hell is wrong with me?" he growled, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him was a stranger-furious and confused. How could one dance, one fleeting moment with a woman he barely knew, send him spiraling into this storm of emotions? His icy blue eyes blazed with anger as he recalled the way she moved, the way she laughed, and the intoxicating chemistry that ignited between them. But why had she run away? Why hadn't she stayed?
"Damn it!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. In a fit of rage, he clenched his fist and slammed it into the mirror, the glass shattering under the force of his blow. He winced at the pain that shot through his knuckles but didn't care. All he could think about was how this stranger had gotten under his skin, making him feel vulnerable and exposed.
"What's happening to me?" he muttered through gritted teeth, staring at the shards of glass scattered on the floor. The anger bubbled within him, mixing with a sense of loss he didn't understand. Hunter took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the rush of emotions only made him feel more alive-and more reckless.He was still staring at the broken mirror when he heard the door creak open.
"Dude, what the hell happened in here?"

Xander voice broke through the tension, laced with concern and a hint of humor.
Hunter turned, his expression dark. "I lost my temper Xander..."
Xander stepped further into the bathroom, taking in the shattered glass and the signs of Hunter's anger. "I can see that. You know, punching mirrors usually doesn't solve anything bro" he said trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, well, neither does dancing with strangers who disappear on you" Hunter snapped, rubbing his knuckles. The pain was a welcome distraction from the emotions swirling within him.Xander raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. "Ooh oh I see about the mysterious dancer.Sounds like someone's got a crush."
Hunter ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, frustration boiling over. "It's not like that. She just... made me feel something. And then she just left, like it was nothing."
Xander's demeanor shifted, his teasing tone replaced with sincerity.''will all honesty I can talk, brother to brother'' he sit with hunter on the floor patting his back "You care about her, don't you? That's not a bad thing, Hunter."
"I don't even know her!" Hunter threw his hands up in exasperation. "But the way she moved, the way she looked at me... It's driving me crazy... why ? Why do I have to fucking feel like that?!."
"Look bro,you're a good guy underneath all that mafia boss persona," Xander said."It's okay to feel something for someone. Just because you're a powerful businessman doesn't mean you have to shut yourself off emotionally."
Hunter sighed, the weight of Xander's words settling in. "I just don't want to be vulnerable. I've built this life where I can't afford to be.I can't be weak X."
"You can't always be the hardass," Xander replied, his voice steady. "Even the toughest guys need someone to let their guard down with. Just think about it. If she's worth it, go after her,find her."Hunter glanced at the broken mirror, fragments reflecting the man he was and the man he wanted to be. "You're right. I need to figure out what I really want."
Xander clapped him on the shoulder, a brotherly gesture. "Just remember, I'm here for you. We'll get through this together."
"Thanks, man" Hunter replied, a small smile breaking through his tension. "I appreciate it."
Xander looked at him, a blunt on his hand and a big smile on his face ''Let's get you better mate''. Hunter and Xander pushed themselves off the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, brushing off their clothes as they stood.
A fews blunts later.
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As the effects of the many blunts kicked in, laughter bubbled up between Hunter and Xander, filling the lavish living room with a carefree energy. They sprawled on the couch, their inhibitions melting away like the smoke that curled around them.
"Dude, I just realized something," Hunter said, his words slightly slurred. "We could totally start a band."
"Yeah, bro!" Xander replied, grinning. "We'd be like the world's first mafia rock stars! 'The Sicilian Shredders!'"
"The what?!" Hunter burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. "We'd be terrible!"
"Exactly!" Xander exclaimed, mimicking an exaggerated guitar solo in the air. "Imagine us on stage, throwing mobster hand signals while singing about our criminal adventures!"
"Or singing love songs to all the girls we've scared off!" Hunter added, howling with laughter. "I can see it now-'Baby, I'm a Crime Boss, but I Love You Anyway!'"
Xander burst into a fit of giggles, and after a moment, he pulled out his phone, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Speaking of love, let's call Marco and tell him how much we appreciate his 'services.'"
"Marco?" Hunter raised an eyebrow, snickering. "You mean the guy who's always trying to sell us overpriced trinkets?""Exactly! Let's do it!" Xander insisted, already dialing Marco's number.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Hunter said, trying to control his laughter. "What are we even going to say bro?"
"Just go with the flowwww!" Xander replied, holding the phone to his ear. "Hey, Marco! It's your favorite mafia guys!"
"Uh, what's up?" Marco's voice came through, confused.
"Marco, my man!" Xander shouted, his voice booming with exaggerated enthusiasm. "We just wanted to say... you're the best thing since sliced bread!"
Hunter snorted, unable to contain himself. "Yeah, and we love your overpriced trinkets! They really tie the whole mobster aesthetic together!"
"What are you saying?" Marco asked, clearly bewildered.
"Seriously, though," Xander continued, now fully leaning into the absurdity. "We've been thinking of starting a band, and we want you to be our first fan!"
"Uh, what?" Marco repeated, sounding more confused by the second.
Hunter jumped in, trying to sound serious but failing miserably. "Yeah, we'll call ourselves 'The Mobsters of Rock!' And you can be our groupie because we're gonna take over your city"
"What is happening?" Marco replied, stifling a laugh.
"Come on, Marco! You know you want to rock out with us! We're the new king now" Xander insisted. "Picture it: you, me, and Hunter, rocking the stage in front of all the lovely ladies!"
Hunter started to crack up again, shaking his head. "Marco, we'll make you famous! Just think of all your overpriced trinkets we can sell at our concerts!Even if our is better"
"Yeah, and we'll throw in a free knife for every ticket sold!" Xander added, bursting into laughter.
"Okay, okay, you guys are tweaking" Marco finally said, his tone lightening. "I'm hanging up now before you continue to embarrass yourself"
"Wait! Just remember!" Hunter called out quickly. "We're still your favorite mobsters and we're taking over your cityyyy"
"Goodnight, idiots!" Marco laughed before hanging up.
The two of them collapsed into laughter, the kind that made their sides hurt. "I can't believe we just did that shit!" Hunter gasped, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Dude, we're legends!" Xander declared, throwing his arms in the air. "No one can say they've prank-called Marco like that!"
"Only us, man," Hunter said, shaking his head in disbelief. Hours after
Hunter sprawled on the plush couch, the weight of the night finally catching up to him. He could feel the remnants of the high lingering in his body, a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion. Xander, on the other hand, had claimed a spot on the floor, using a pile of throw pillows as an impromptu bed.As the laughter and chaos of the night faded into the background, a peaceful silence enveloped the room. Hunter's head leaned back against the couch, his icy blue eyes fluttering shut as he drifted off, thoughts of Adrianna swirling in his mind.Meanwhile, Xander lay sprawled on the floor, one arm thrown across his forehead. He had never imagined the night would lead to such a ridiculous turn of events, and yet, there they were-two mafia men, high and slightly out of control, but enjoying the brotherhood more than anything.Suddenly, Hunter stirred, his eyes opening to the sight of Xander in a comical position, snoring softly. A smirk crept onto his face. "You look like you're auditioning for a role in a bad comedy, Xander" he murmured, more to himself than to his friend.
Xander groaned, turning his head to the side, squinting against the light. "Shut up, man. I'm just trying to recover from your crazy ideas" he replied, his voice thick with sleep.
Hunter chuckled, stretching his long limbs and feeling the stiffness from the floor and couch. "You're the one who agreed to call Marco and tell him we're taking over his territory" he reminded, shaking his head. "That was your bright idea."
"Hey, he took it well" Xander defended, a playful grin breaking through his sleepy demeanor. "I mean, did you imagine his face when I told him we're the new bosses now? Priceless!"
"Priceless, indeed mf" Hunter replied, shaking his head again with a chuckle. "But next time, maybe we should just stick to planning world domination without the blunts."
With a yawn, Xander sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Fair enough. But you have to admit, it was fun. Just... maybe not the smartest idea."
"Not the smartest I agree" Hunter agreed, but he couldn't help but smile. "But it's those stupid moments that make the best stories."Suddenly his phone buzzed violently on the coffee table.
Hunter grabbed it, still half-asleep. The screen flashed Delia's name. He answered quickly, curiosity and concern mixing in his gut.
"Hunter! You need to get to the warehouse, now!" Delia's voice was frantic, cutting through his grogginess like a knife. "There's trouble brewing, and I need you and Xander here. Fast!"
Hunter shot a glance at Xander, who was just stirring on the floor, looking groggy. "Get up, we've got to move. Delia says there's trouble at the warehouse."
Xander jumped up, adrenaline kicking in as he ran a hand through his messy hair. "What kind of trouble?"
"Don't know, but we're not sticking around to find out''
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In the Garage
The two raced down to the garage, Hunter pulling on a black leather jacket while Xander slipped into his shoes. As they entered the garage, the dim lighting illuminated a row of sleek, powerful cars, each one begging to be driven.
"Which one?" Hunter asked, his eyes scanning the lineup.
"Let's take the Lamborghini Huracán. It's fast and it'll get us there in no time," Xander replied, grinning as he pulled the sleek key fob from his pocket.
"Good choice I'll let you drive for now" Hunter smirked, excitement bubbling as he hopped into the passenger seat. "Just don't get us killed."
Xander chuckled as he settled behind the wheel. "Hold on tight, brother."
As Xander revved the engine, the roar echoed off the walls of the garage, sending a thrill through Hunter. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the console, pulling one out and lighting it. "You want to hold this?"
"Yeah, sure," Xander said, grabbing the cigarette while Hunter took a deep drag.
"Let's hit it!" Hunter shouted, and Xander slammed the pedal to the floor.
The Lamborghini shot out of the garage like a bullet, the speedometer climbing rapidly as they tore down the road. The city blurred by them, the thrill of the chase mingling with the smoky air inside the car.
"You think Delia will tell us what's going on when we get there?" Xander asked, trying to keep his focus on the road.
"Better hope so" Hunter replied, exhaling smoke through the window. "But I swear, if it's another setup... I'm going to lose my shit."
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At the warehouse
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The warehouse loomed before them, its vastness cloaked in shadows. Hunter parked the sleek red sports car outside, the engine rumbling into silence. He and Xander exchanged worried glances as they stepped out, the weight of urgency pressing down on them. The moment they crossed the threshold, the tension was palpable.
"Delia!" Hunter called out, his voice slicing through the chaos inside. Boxes were strewn about, and crew members were frantically searching for answers. Delia rushed over, her face pale with panic.
"Thank God you're here!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of relief and desperation. "We've been robbed. The shipment we were expecting got stolen before it even arrived! We don't know who did it."
Hunter's fists clenched at his sides, anger simmering beneath the surface. "How the hell did this happen? We had the route secured!"
To be continued....
Who steal from hunter? Who betrayed him? Find out in the next episode of falling for the desire.