Afterlight ✔️

chapter forty-four

— Jay Bieber

Hearing the annoying vibration against the wooden table followed by the familiar ringtone that I wished would fuck off and never return, I turned around to grab it. With a groan emitting from my lips, I picked up the phone, too lazy to check caller ID which I regretted as soon as his voice filled my ears.

14:38PM.

Great.

My nap was officially over. After Brad dropped off Chloe at home, we decided to relax and enjoy the rest of the day.

Well, so we thought.

"Hello, my dear brother. Did you and your little girlfriend have a nice night?"

I fought the urge bite back as my grip on the phone tightened to the point of my knuckles draining of blood to white. His voice pierced my ear drum as he carried on his verbal assault.

"What do you want, Damien?"

He laughed through the phone. "Always hungry for information. Well, since you tried to kill me, your own brother, I'd like you to come over and do a job for me and maybe I'll forget about this little incident."

"What the fuck do I look like, doing a job for you after you took advantage of my girlfriend and stabbed me? You violated the love of my life for fuck's sake! Do your dirty work on your own."

"Ah, Chloe. Her face was priceless after I was done with her."

"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed through the phone.

"Keep your knickers on, little bro. You're going to have a heart attack if you don't chill." I heard him laugh slightly, making me wanna rip off his face and feed it to the sharks.

"Rot in hell." I was so close to exploding, but suddenly I felt Chloe's hand on my shoulder, squeezing it. I smiled softly.

"Watch your mouth. You should be grateful for me giving your little girlfriend some special time."

"You fucking dickhead, I'm going to kill you. You don't know what you've done."

Enough is enough.

"You already tried that, brother." He chuckled darkly.

"But today, I'll be successful." Clenching my jaw whilst grinding my teeth together, slamming the phone down. The blood in my veins red hot as anger washed over me. "I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit!" I grumbled angrily as I force my body out of the comfort of my bed.

Pulling on my jeans and my shirt I watched as Chloe sat herself up to lean against the headboard. Her hair was messy from our previous make out session, with a cute pout on her lips.

"Justin, please don't let him get you." She whimpered. I knew she didn't want me to go, things were going good for once so she didn't want me involved in some shit. But I was fucking done with Damien, he had to pay for what he had done.

Sliding my gun into the waistband of my jeans, I let out a sigh, "Chloe, I have to do this. I'm sick of dealing with his bullshit!" I took a breath to calm my voice, not wanting to take my anger out on her. "Violet will be here in a minute, get dressed."