Syndicate ⇝ Luke Hemmings ✓

syndicate : chapter nineteen

semi short idk please comment through out!!! 40+ comments pls love you all (I called 1.7k words short lol)

There's only a smudge of smut so I won't put the + but just a warning

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Reece had flown the pair of them to LA, they had been there for a week already and Luke was hand cuffed to the bed.

Luke refused to eat and he tried to stay awake for as long as possible and he'd gotten sick over the week, all to spite Reece.

But the mafia leader was having none of it.

Reece unlocked the bedroom door before entering it. He glanced at Luke as he held the tray of food for luke. He locked the door behind him before turning to Luke, smiling, "okay?" Luke stayed quiet as Reece out the tray on the bedside table. "Can you eat today?"

Luke didn't say anything, so Reece sighed. "It's not poisoned or anything, you're gonna get sick. Just eat baby."

Luke glared at the older man, before turning away from him.

Reece sighed before he kicked off his shoes, then he climbed on the bed, taking the handcuff key from his pocket. "Look at me, Luke." Reece demanded, before he gripped Luke's chin and made him look at him. Luke's baby blues stared back at him, "I'm going to uncuff you and you're going to eat, got that?"

Luke nodded before he let Reece uncuff him, as soon as they were off, Luke shoved Reece away from him. "Get off of me." He said but Reece barely moved so Luke punched him, in the nose.

Reece pulled back with a hiss, his hand over his nose. He pulled his hand back and looked down at it, seeing blood. "Jesus Christ Luke."

"You fucking deserve it you psychopath."

"I didn't do anything! You hit me!" Reece yelled, standing off the bed and going to the en suite bathroom, grabbing a wet towel. He pressed it to his nose and went back to the bedroom, seeing Luke trying to open the window. "It doesn't open."

"Fuck," Luke whispered before turning to Reece, "let me go." He said.

Reece laughed, wiping at his nose, "funny."

Reece walked over to the plate of food, picking it up and holding it out to Luke, "eat, I'm not having you make yourself sick."

Luke stared at him before he took the plate and sat on the floor by the window. Reece sighed before he sat opposite him, looking at Luke as he ate the sandwich, staring out the window. "Do you need anything?" Reece asked.

Luke swallowed his food, "I need to know if Calum's okay?"

"He's fine, Ash is sorting him out."

"Ashton's a psychopath, and an abuser." Luke spat.

Reece nodded, "you know I'll never hurt you like that right? I might be tough but I'll never physically hurt you. I'm not about hurting the people I love."

Luke shrugged, "you already failed. My wrists are bleeding."

Reece furrowed his brows and looked down at Luke's wrists. "Fuck, I'm sorry, let me go get the first aid kit."

Reece left the room, going to the main bathroom, getting the first aid kit from under the sink before going back to Luke. "Stand." He instructed Luke, who did as told. "Bathroom."

They went in to the bathroom, Reece turning on the cold tap, before taking Luke's hands and putting his wrists under the water, "keep them there." Reece said before he opened the first aid kit, taking out the anti-septic wipes that would disinfect the wounds.