chasing angels ・❥・Brian O'Connor fic

eighty seven ・❥・ represent, gotta represent

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Lolas pov...

I was paranoid to a fault, bite me. It had pissed off Dom all our lives, it was making Brian develop frown lines from him constantly trying to work out what my brain was doing which was a lost cause because I didn't even know what it was doing half the time. But I was paranoid for a damn good reason.

Someone had to do the thinking, otherwise people got ambushed, shot and died. Jesse, Letty... Who was next? Dom? Brian? Vince? It wasn't overthinking, it was being proactive- and whatever crap Dom or anyone else wanted to label it didn't matter because I was always right. Always.

And I knew someone was in the same room as me, watching me from the crappy closet I didn't check. I had a death grip on my knife but that meant fuck all all things considered. Whoever was watching me had the advantage, they watched me wander in half dazed and pissed at the crap in my head. And him in my head.

We had too many enemies to not pay attention.

"Lola!" Damn Brian.

I couldn't exactly turn my back, but Brian was faintly screaming my name like a lunatic and if I didn't leave, he'd storm in and ask questions I didn't want to answer. I needed them to make a move, to do something. And yet they were doing fucking nothing. Just like that stupid car.

I could feel a scowl twisting on my face as I narrowed my eyes on the closet. Watching me like a damn creep, refusing to make a move- they could've shot me the second I turned my back when I barrelled into the room. I wasn't stupid enough to believe one of Reyes bitches.

"Did you call me Anastasia?"

There wasn't a fucking sound in the air, not my bretahing, not theirs- nothing. How hard was it to answer a question?

"I'm not Anastasia."

"Lola!"

"Follow me again, and I'll put a fucking bullet in your head."

He was going to do anything, he wasn't going to follow me anymore, I was going to think about him ever again- he wasn't going to be a problem. And if he became one, I'd get rid of him.

I slipped through the back door of our room seconds before Brian opened the front to ours. A sickening smile stretched sat on my lips as he walked over to me with a stupid grin on his- oh, I was going to give him hell.

"Lola."

"Hey, baby."

The second his arms reached out for me I drove my knee into his balls and dropped my smirk. And the fucker started groaning like a bitch baby.

"Fuck me-"

"You fucking left, Brian! You just left-" Everything was happening all at once and it was giving me whiplash.

"I wasn't leaving you."

"But you did."

He left without a freaking note or warning- and it bugged me. Just like it bugged me when Dom stupidly suggested splitting up. I wasn't doing it again. The dark months, the silence- screw them if they thought I was gonna do it. I wasn't going back to being miserable.

"If you wanna leave, go ahead!" I threw back. "I'm not stopping you but I'm not going." I'd stay with Vince, latch myself onto him before I split up and turned into a ghost again. "I practically crawled my way out of the hell- I won't do that again-" His hands suddenly latched onto me, practically dragging me into him until our faces were inches apart, making a scream lodge itself in the back of my throat.