Mine (Book 2 of the His Series)

Twenty-Eight

I know y'all have been waiting lol Enjoy!

Leo

I paced back and forth in my living room seething in anger. What the hell was this guy's problem? I Felt like punching the wall, throwing something, whatever it took to get this anger to cease. But of course, I can't. The only thing that would make this go away, is if I paid Chris a visit myself. And it only took a visit to the office to find out exactly where he lived. So I found myself grabbing my keys and driving to the practice on a Saturday morning at 9 AM. I knew no one would be here, so that just made it all the more quicker. I went into the computer and found Chris' files. Looking up his address, I wrote it down and proceeded to get back into my car. I sit there a few moments pondering if this is such a good idea. If Ellie finds out that I went to go see Chris, I could lose her forever. But if I don't get rid of him, I could still lose her forever. I chose the former, whatever risk this would entail, I would take to make sure she was safe. That is all I ever want for her.

Starting up the engine, I drove to the address on the paper. I was ten minutes away when I heard my phone ring. I looked quickly and saw it was Ellie.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where are you?" She asked

"I'm out Kit-...Ellie. What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just woke up and saw you weren't here, that's all. How long will you be gone?"

"Only an hour. Sit tight, I'll see you soon alright? Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine thanks. Bye."

She hung up and I blew a sigh of relief out of my mouth. I had almost called her Kitten. That would've been awkward. I started up the engine of the car and drove straight to Chris' apartment. I parked in the parking lot and turned off the engine. The anger sat on the tip of my tongue burning like corrosive acid. I felt an ache forming in the middle of my chest, and the worst part? It was all for a woman who would never love me again.

But I still loved her, and she needed me.

I sat in my car waiting for the anger to subside. But after ten minutes, it did nothing but grow. Fuck it, it was time this guy got his due. I shoved out of my car, slammed the door, and walked to his door with some feigned composure. Instead of ringing the doorbell, I pounded on his front door.

"Who is it?!" He asked slurred

"Open the door, Chris!" I yelled

I heard uneven steps pounding towards the door. I stood alert and tense, ready for anything.

The floor flew open and I was faced with the bloodshot eyes, and the angry sneer of a man who had fallen from where he'd used to be. His breath reeked from the booze, his clothing was stained and tattered, and his usual clean shaven face had a five o'clock shadow on it.

"Leo, what brings you by?" He asked me bitterly

"I came to talk."

"Talk? Please, I may be drunk, but I'm not stupid."

"Oh you're stupid, no doubt about that."

"Who the hell are you talking to?"

"What the fuck is your problem!? You don't ever put your hands on a woman."

"What woman? She was a simple lay and some one easy. It's funny: I played the nice guy, got her trust, made her feel good about herself, and then she was putty in my hands-"