Looks Can Be Deceiving

C H A P T E R 8

I don't think the 'Not Edited' thing is needed < but yet that's still me announcing that it's not edited. *Face palm*

I woke up to the sound of doors being opened and closed. My first instinct was to go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Totally oblivious to the fact that more then four people were downstairs chatting away. After taking my lovely ole time, and forgetting about the reality of thing, I went downstairs.

Luther mindless well have smacked me because when I seen his face that's exactly what it felt like, someone had smack the actuality back into my life. My body didn't lose its sudden hefty strength, but my heart did grow heavy, and not with love either.

Luther's inscrutable facial expression and his overly big body was more then dominating the little living room. He stood like a statue, leaning against the wall, looking down at his phone. Broad shoulders, chiseled jawline, defined, bulging chest muscle, and green eyes that can put spring grass to shame.

He just stood there like he owned the place, and to think that Alessandro just passes away. He seems to give no consideration into this fact. Like Alessandro was just a speck of matter and not a human being.

As if just sensing my presence, Luther looked up, a disdain look on his overly handsome face. It looked as if he was about to say something until my front door swung open. My head snapped towards the door, but I couldn't help but notice how Luther's hand went behind his back.

With a sudden pull, my body was pulled into an embrace. The impact was rather rough and forced, but I welcomed the warmth with open arms.

"Umm, hey -"

"Naomi, you have no idea how worried I was," That soft, mellow voice cooed, hugging me ever so tightly, as if I would disappear right out of her arms. "Where were you? I thought you would have called me sooner! You know, I do understand why you were mad, but jeez, I came by and seen the door kicked in and -"

Slightly, I pulled away from her, "Claire, I'm okay, everything's fine.."

"How are you okay? Your door-"

"She said she was O-fucking-kay," Luther growls, pulling Claire from off of me completely. She stumbled a few steps before actually collecting her balance. "Stop bombarding her with stupid ass questions."

"Who the fuck are you?" She sneered, crossing her arms in front of her chest. A deep frown took over her face as she took two steps towards me.

"I moved you away from her for a reason, girl," Luther's remained relaxed, calm if you will. His voice showed no sign of irritation or aggravation, not even his body language. "and I am. Don't disrespect me child."

"You don't scare me," She shrugs, but the tensing of her shoulder gave her fright away. As if on instinct she took a step away from him; which he clearly noticed.

"I've never asked you for your fear," He states, standing impossibility taller. His dominating aura filled the room as he stared down at her. Eyes shimmering, like a little boys on Christmas morning. He was enjoys the fear ricocheting off of her body. "but don't be naive, sweetness."

She cleared her threat, the nickname obviously affecting her train of thought, "You hold no power in this house!"

I stood there like a stop-sign on a corner. Stuck. My eyes traveling back and forth from one to the other. Should I say something?