I killed them, so what?

Chapter Seventeen

"Xander's your who?" I asked with a gaping mouth. Axel dropped his head in embarrassment. I continued to stare at him completely lost for words. "That motherfucker is your who?!"

"He's my....big brother," Axel murmured.

"I know! I know you just told me, it's just....fuck," I bark a laugh and stand up ruffling my hair and walking around. "And why don't i know this?" i spun back around to face him.

"I...you never asked?" i gave him a look of bewilderment and waved my arms around.

"Oh sorry, um, Axel is Xander your brother?" 

"Cecil," he sighed standing up.

"Oh no, you..you sit your ass back down. We're not done, not even close," i say glaring at him. He sat back down and i went to the cabinet and grabbed Michael's whisky. I walked back to my seat and poured it into a cup.

"Want some?" i asked gesturing the bottle to him.

"Oh, no. I'm not a day drinker,"

"Me neither, but i am way to sober to be listening to this." i say gulping down the burning liquid. "Begin. From the start,"

Five hours later, the two of us are sprawled on the floor pizza boxes all around us and the TV playing in the background.

"So... basically you and Xander are orphans," i say biting into another piece of the pepperoni. Axel nods once taking a bit into his slice.

"And...the both of you join in the underground businesses to make a living," i repeat. He nods again.

"And...now you're on the kill list because of stealing coke and selling it yourself," he nods again.

"It's cocaine,"

"I know, i said coke," i take a sip of water and sigh lying my head on the couch. "Wow,"

"Can i ask you something?" he asked quietly keeping his eye on the TV.

"Shoot,"

"Why are you protecting me? You got the 'kill list' so why aren't you trying to collect?"

"I don't know," i say with a shrug. "I like you,"

I turn to face him and give him an simple smile. He doesn't return the smile but seems relieved instead.

"So why hasn't Xander been on any kill lists yet? I mean you're on it even through Xander's more popular,"

"Xander does the races and the gambling, i collect the extra cash from selling. Xander insists on this, he doesn't want me doing the hard stuff,"

"Well does he know trained assassins around the world are trying to kill you?" Axel shakes his head. "You ought to tell him,"

"I can't...he'll worry,"

"So? At least i'll know someone else is protecting you too and not just me," i say picking myself off the floor with a groan. "You dead isn't going to help your brother or me,"

Axel nods. I can tell he's thinking about what i've said and so i go to the kitchen taking the rubbish with me. The doorbell rings as i dump the trash on the kitchen bench.

"Can you get that Axel?" i shout out. 

"Ok!" I hear him run to the door and open. "Shit!"

I hear crashes and the bang of the door. I throw everything out of my hands and run to the door. The vase next to the door has been smashed and pieces lie everywhere. The door's wide open and i step out just in time to see a black Maserati drive away.

"Fuck," I mutter grabbing the keys and rushing off to follow the car.

Sorry this chapter is so short and rush, i've been super busy lately and am so grateful for all the readers I have. LOVE you guys lots, updating soon, promise :)