The Gang Girl

Chapter 24- Fighting for Love

"Let me see her, Ivan." A frustrated voice sounds as I stir out of a sleep that was surprisingly restful, despite the events that had occurred.

"She isn't awake yet, Zakhar and she won't want to see you anyway. She messaged me for help. You all knew what you were risking when you hid this from her. I'm only lucky I wasn't dragged into it, otherwise, she would have absolutely no one. Be thankful for that, and the fact that I even told you guys that she was here." Ivan tells him.

"Oh come on, she wouldn't have reacted that badly."

"Go take a look at the crumpled bed sheets on her floor and then come back and tell me she wouldn't have reacted that badly." He says with finality, before closing the door, presumably in Zakhar face.

"I think you just upset him," I comment casually as he turns around.

"I think I don't care right now because I am absolutely pissed at you." He tells me, leaning against the wall next to his bedroom door.

"I don't see why," I tell him, sitting up and pushing my hair out of my face.

"You don't see why?" He asks me incredulously.

"Mmmhmm," I say in reply as I get out of the bed and walking to his desk where a little clock sits.

4pm. I slept all day?

"You could have killed yourself, Alexis." He exclaims furiously as I begin to stretch.

"But I didn't"

He groans in frustration and throws his hands up in the air.

"I'm not always going to be there for you, goddamnit. What if next time I'm not here to patch up what almost needed stitches? What then?"

"I grew up in a gang. Do you honestly think I can't handle patching myself up?" I say quietly, pausing stretching long enough to look at him.

"In the state you were in last night? No fucking way will you be able to patch yourself up enough to stop the bleeding."

"Look, Ivan, I get you care. But it isn't that big of a deal." I sigh, standing up and watch him flinch slightly as if I'd hit him.

"You are not staying by yourself anymore." He proclaims, ignoring the jab.

Now I'm starting to get mad. He's my boyfriend, not my owner. He has no right to try and tell me what I can and can't do.

"Listen here, you do not have the right to tell me what I can and can't do. You are my boyfriend. You don't own me. So don't even think for one second that you can stand there and tell me what I will and won't do." I hiss at him, stalking over to him and shove him hard in the chest.

He grabs my wrists and spins us around, pinning me between the wall and his body.

Well then.

Now is not the time.

Okay.

"No, you listen here. I know I don't have that right. But for fuck's sake, just let me look after you for once."

"Why do you even care," I exclaim, frustrated beyond belief because I wasn't gaining any ground in this fight.

His face changes slightly before going back to a frustrated, angry mask.

"Ivan?" I ask.

"I care," he begins softly, "because you are so separate from everyone. And you need someone you can talk to, someone who will hold you, patch you up, watch you be the individual you are, but still be there at the end of the day when you've had enough and just want someone to hold you, to take your mind off things, to talk to. I care, because I am so fucking in love with you, that to see you like you were last night made me mad at everyone. You, your parents, your family. Myself. I love you goddamnit." He finishes, his grip on my wrists tightening.

I open my mouth, but for once I'm speechless and close it again.

How do I even respond to that?

How do I even...

"I-"

He cuts me off, "I get you probably don't feel that way about me. But that's how I feel. And yes," he shoots me a look, "I'm still absolutely pissed at you."

I groan but let it slide. He has every right to be pissed.

"Um. Are you going to do something about the position we're in or are you just going to stand there looking damn sexy?" I try to lighten the mood.

He looks at me, something smouldering behind his eyes, before grinning suddenly.

Oh.

He leans down and crashes his lips onto mine, letting all his anger and frustration at me leak through into the kiss.

Ivan moves his body closer to mine, every plane of his body touching mine. He slides his tongue along my lips, before pushing them open roughly. Not once does he let go of my wrists, leaving them pinned above my head to the wall as I break the kiss to breathe, but he doesn't relent, instead moving from my lips and making his way down my throat, across my collarbone and back, making goosebumps rise and an excited hot tingle shoot through my body.

I try to break his hold on my wrists, but to no avail, making me almost whimper as a desperate need to touch him takes over me. Just as I try again to break his hold, he moves his mouth to one of the more sensitive parts on my neck and suckles on the skin there, the hot heat shooting through my body again, only stronger, making me gasp.

The fuck? I would never have pinned him for marking his girl. I would never have pinned him for rough.

Me too, sister. Me too.

He only smiles against my skin and finally releases my hands as he slides his own down my arms and shoulders, slowly grazing his thumbs along the edges of my breasts as his hands make their way down my body, before stopping at the hem of my shirt. His shirt. Whatever. I can't think straight.

I move my arms off of the wall and run my fingers down through his hair, scratching my nails down his back, making him flinch slightly at the slight sting, before stopping at the waistband of his trackies and moving my hands around to the front of his body, up and then down, again stopping just as my fingertips slide a little way into the waistband of his pants.

He stops kissing my neck and moves his face back up, close enough that our lips were just brushing each other.

"Please," I beg him, my voice almost a whimper as he slides his hands slightly up under my shirt.

He only grins like the freaking devil before slowly unbuttoning the shirt, making me shudder slightly as the winter air hits my stomach, and sliding his hands up over my shoulders, effectively pushing the button down off of my shoulders.

"We're going for a shower. Try to keep your hands to yourself." He tells me, still grinning like the devil as he runs a finger straight down my body, from the base of my throat, down through the valley of my breasts and down my stomach.

I go to open my mouth, but he roughly pushes his onto mine, effectively shutting me up.

"If you listen to me and get in that shower, keeping your hands to yourself, I might forgive you." He growls at me as he moves his mouth away.

"You fucking devil." I curse him.

He shoots me a look that has me almost running for the bathroom, except he tosses me up over his shoulder so I'm staring at his ass.

"This is a nice vi-" I squeal as he slaps my ass. 

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AN//  Plot twist lol, nah not really. What do you guys think? To sudden for him to be dropping the L-bomb ? Tell me what you think, pretty please? Go check out my other stories on my profile if your sick of waiting for me to update and want to see what else runs through my head. Or just completely ignore this. I mean I don't mind either way ;-)//