Leather Dreams

The Deal

The Deal (Chap 24)

Amaya pov:

Theres a dull throb that I feel pounding on my head and I groan, wanting to turn over but feel restricted.

What the hell just happened? I think Dexter and I got hit by a car....?

I rub my eyes and blink as my eyesight slowly returns to me.

"How could you people do this to us?" A familiar voice shook with anger.

"It was by accident, the car turned too quickly," I hear someone say too rashly in front of me.

I sit up, holding my head and feel familiar arms, come around me.

"Amaya! Are you okay, doll? I'm sorry for all of this. I'm gonna kill the people who did this to you." Grey eyes filled mine and I relaxed, leaning into him.

"Chatty as ever, Greyson." I mumble as he lets out a small relieved grin.

"Where are we?"

Dexter cups my face and scans me as I feel us moving and realise that we're in a car. The same car that crashed into us.

"We're being taken to meet Mr Harrison. But judging by what he's done to you, me and him are gonna have more than words," his jaw clenches and I roll my eyes.

"Stop playing the macho act, its gonna grow your ego and I don't fancy being the damsel in distress,"

He smiles, showing his dimples and gently brushes over a bruise forming across my left brow.

"Well I enjoy being macho. Makes me mysterious,"

"You're stealing my thing. Anyways, why does Mr Harrison wanna see us?"

"How should I know? He hurt my girl though so he's not getting away with it."

"Your girl?" I squint my eyes at him.

"I mean...umm yeah. Kinda, cause like we're best friends and I assumed that we're also like a...couple..," he trailed off and the tips of his ears went bright red.

I feel a slow tingle in my stomach and huff, trying to distract the thoughts swirling in my head and smother the giddy smile on my face.

"Duh, it's obvious that you're a couple. You two are literally the only people in denial," a random voice from the front says.

I shake my head and peer at the two people in front of Dexter and I, at the drivers seat and passenger seat.

"Im sorry but who the hell are these guys?" I squint my eyes confused.

"Rude, we're the bodyguards of Mr Harris, dropping you off at his house," coughed the one sitting in the passenger side.

"I'm Dorian and this is Nick. Greyson and I have already met already although I'm happy to meet you too face to face," the guy in the drivers seat said.

He had a buzz cut and a scar on his lip with the same hand tattoo that looked strangely familiar and a neck tattoo.

"Wait....you're that guy I saw a few nights ago when you were spying on us from the other party!"

"Yeah...about that, its complicated. I'm working to keep an eye on Wila by Mr Harris so I was ordered to spy-" Dorian winces and lets out a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry..what?? You were fucking spying on us? I knew that you were suspicious when you came up to me in the park," Dexter scowls after him.

"Hey, listen man. I don't like this anymore than you do. I just wanna work for Mr Harris again but my orders were to keep an eye on Wila,"