The Gang Leader's Partner (Completed)

Part 33/ "Paintings."

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"Where exactly are we going?" I sigh as he pulls me by my hand.
"Be patient." Is the only thing he says before he goes down the hall and towards the last room.
"You said this room is for storage." I frown as he takes out is keys.

"It's not.I just told you that so you wouldn't go in."
"That didn't stop me.What stopped me was that it was always locked." I shrug as he smiles slightly and shakes his head.
He turns the key and takes a deep breath before he opens the door,so i know he is nervous.

I feel my heart beat in my ears from the anticipation.I may not be anything big,but he sure thinks it is.
He opens the door and motions for me to enter first,so I do.
I frown as i look around in the dark room and it all becomes clear when he turns the light on.

Canvasses and...paint.

I look at the few pieces around and my eyes widen when I recognize the structure and the colors.
"You have a hostage artist or something..." I chuckle as he stays quiet and shakes his head.

I walk closer to one of the paintings and look at it for a solid five minutes.
It's beautiful,that's true.
A full moon over a lake and shining stars.All the details in every single object.
But that's not what shocks me.Its actually the initials on the painting.

H.B

"Th-they're yours?" I say slowly,my fingertips slightly touching the dry paint.
"Yeah.I guess it's just something i do in my spare time." He shrugs as he leans against the wall.
"The ones around the house? The office,the club? You painted them all?" I ask as he nods.

I smile "Hunter,they're beautiful.You're really talented." I say looking around.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" I ask.
He shrugs "It's not something everyone knows about me.I guess its just my form of therapy."

"All of them are absolutely beautiful..." I say amazing as i stare at them like a little kid.
"There's one in particular i wanted to show you..." He says unsure.
"Go ahead." I nod with a smile on my face.

He walks to a corner and picks up a canvas with a sheet on it.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he removes the sheet before leaning it agains another canvas and stands by my side.
I frown before i drop to my knees slowly,and really look at it.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

Two interlocked hands.
But it's not just that.
One of the hand is completely drawn in black pencil,all the way up the arm.
While the other is colorful,like a rainbow.

The black hand is a metaphor for him.
And the colorful hand is...me.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" I ask looking at him.
"When you were gone,it hit me like a ton of bricks.And this was the only way I could express how i felt." He shrugs as a few tears escape my eyes.

"The-the fingertips of this hand..." I say tracing my fingers over it "They're changing.From black to color."
I say some tears go down my face.
"They are..." He says with a smile.