Really Sang?

The Picture of Home Part 1

Sorry for not posting sooner. This is super long so it is split into two part. Sorry if it appears a bit choppy towards the end! Thank you to everyone who comments and reads! I LOVE reading the comments - they inspire me to write more :-)  Thanks for reading! 

Dedicated to AmutoGravity 

G@t d@4n m0th23fu0king chicken 3h8t!!!

D12n North and d12m glass and d12m Victor for being the lucky bast12d to get so close!

Nathan had pulled up a live feed of Sang and Victor after it took four minutes to get his @3s up. Victor was one of the most charming son of a guns alive and Nate and I had a running bet as to whether it would be him or North to get her to spill the beans.

North spilled something alright. Spilled the m0therfu23ing salad all over himself and shattered the glass to boot when he saw how close Victor was getting. North wasn't as possessive of Sang as he was when we first started the plan, but it was always a shock whenever you saw one of your brothers getting close to your girl.

Now the poor 6ast34d was cussing the ever loving f42k out of himself while he stumbled around trying to pick up the glass and salad pieces from the floor. The Doc hovered over him, grumbling about the dangers of picking up glass with his bare hands and Silas was firing rapid Greek with bits of German at North to get him to calm down.

I wanted to laugh too, laugh or cry do both until the poor blind girl trooping down the staircase in Victors arms would realize that we all practically glowed a f12k45g rosy pink and donned fat little cherub smiles whenever she was around.

"Is everyone alright?" She asked in that f24king perfect voice of hers.

"Everyone is accounted for." Kota rang out first, probably having already calmed down from the live stream audio we'd had running since we realized Victor was working her over. I noticed Luke turning off the laptop and thanked my d12n lucky stars that he was smart enough to do it before Sang saw and trust became an issue again.

I watched her as she wriggled out of Victor's hold anyways to investigate for herself. Victor eyed the laptop that Luke was smuggling out and put the story together in a hot minute, his eyebrows raised in amusement as he watched North, Luke, and Nathan scramble about.

"Don't you dare Sang! Broken glass!" Doc commanded, sounding serious about something for the first time in a week as she tentatively stepped forward to inspect the damage.

Silas pulled her out as Mr. Blackbourne gestured and I noted that she was barefoot.

Sometimes she reminded me of a cat, a sweet little kitten that thought it had nine lives and was immortal in everyone of them from the way she went head first into everything. God knows she's shortened the lifespan of everyone else with her adorable G12d12n stubbornness.

"Meanie?" I looked up, checking her over carefully. A lock of hair, wavy from being trapped in the f42king clip, hung down above her right eye and the result was so stunning that my fingers twitched to draw her again.

"Yeah, Trouble?" I'm broken from the captivating trance by a well placed cough from Nate who was checking out her behind as he leaned up against the oven, stirring something in a pan. I frowned at him and pulled Sang closer. Let him admire her from afar when she was in my arms.

"Have you called Abby back yet?" I paused. Abby was a b1tc5 She'd come through the diner while Trouble and I were working and flirted like no tomorrow in front of everyone there, always getting underfoot when the diner was at its busiest. Trouble, the blind, innocent girl she is thought I liked her. As if anyone could compete with Sang. I'd give up anything for her if she' d let me.