It's His Fault (On Hold)

Chapter nine: me?

"Demetrius come on." I tug on his arm trying to pull him away. He's coming along before he's stopped in his tracks. I turn and see this is because he's being held back.

The stranger has a hold on his other arm and I can't see Demetrius's face but I'm sure it's showing he's pissed. I don't even know what to say so I don't for the moment.

"I need to talk to you Demetrius." Speaks the guy holding onto his arm, he should know that he's messing with the wrong one.

"Metry?" My soft scared little voice speaks out of the testosterone filled air. I watch them carefully, scared that Salvina will witness violence between two guys that...

He lets go of his arm and still they stare at each other any not even thinking I just now realize that this stranger shows no sign of being afraid. Does he not know or realize who's standing in front of him.

What happened to...

Doesn't matter anymore. Demetrius turns to me and moves a little further away to speak with me.

"You go sit in the car alright I'll be right there." He looks Down at me. I look past his shoulder to him staring at me where we left him standing. Again..another surprise. His clothing. Dress pants with a black dress shirt. Only thing missing is the suit jacket and tie.

Wow he has...

"Alice?" He snaps me from my stare, I look up and he looks upset. What did I do? I was just looking. How can you expect me not to I mean the last time I...

"Okay." I reply.

"Where are you going?" Salvina comes over jumping around with her usual beautiful smile. "I'm going to talk to the man I'll be back in a second go with mommy."

I can't help but smile seeing my Demetrius lean down to talk to my baby in his cute voice. The thought makes my hand move to my stomach thinking of how the baby could be his. The baby that's growing inside of me. Wow. Another baby. Who would have thought.

Before I take Salvina to the car Metry gives me a kiss. Our little old friend stares also with a look of anger and disgust.

Stranger P.O.V

He kissed her.

Demetrius P.O.V

She walks to the car after giving her the keys.

I turn and he stands there like he's actually somebody. Just because now he decides to be a man he thinks he can just approach me and my girls.

Fuck outta here.

He holds onto his past thinking people will always fear him because of it. The past is the past. If he wants to continue to get respect and have people bow to him with fear he needs to do something now other than just getting Cam and I jumped.

He must of forgotten who we are and who he is. He needs to remember what we did, what we took, what he no longer has. But in sure wants back very much. But I'll be damned if he gets what he wants.

"What?" I throw out there. His hands in his pockets like he can afford not to care or be alert. I could kill him right now and go home and love what he once did.

"You and her are something now huh?" He sizes me up and down. "Yes."

He squints as he stares at me then I notice his eyes switch into the distance.

"What are you looking at?" I shoot out. His eyes shoot back at me and he smirks. "Is there something amusing to you?" He's already pissing me off. Just like before.

Now that he's out he thinks he won't get the same treatment as when he was in.

"Are you going to say something? Your wasting my fucking time!"

Still nothing but a smile.

"You feeling better?" This time I'm the one that says nothing, turning on my heel I begin to walk away. "You should be more careful." He raises his voice as I go. "Never know what's around the corner."

"Fuck you." I don't bother to turn so I just yell out. Until. "You? No. Her? Yes." I pause. I can feel the smile on his face. I look over my shoulder and I was right. He takes one hand from his pocket and rubs his chin.

"You enjoying her?"

Keep walking Demetrius.

I do so and go to the car getting in and before driving off I look again and he has the audacity to wave.

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"What did he want?" I ask him as he drives. Salvina must have worn herself out, she's sleep in her car seat in the back. "Nothing."

"Well what did he say?"

"Nothing."

"I know he said something you stopped, he said something to make you mad. You stopped I know what that means."

"He was talking about you."

"Me?" A surprise though it shouldn't be. "What did he say about me?"

I probably shouldn't have asked that question but I would like to know. Going by the face he's giving me right now with his head cocked he always knows I shouldnt have asked that question. "It doesn't matter it's not important."

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