In Love With My Mobster Best Friend (mxmxm)

THIRTY-THREE

Media: Love Me Harder – Ariana Grande ft. The Weeknd

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Coe's POV

I woke up, tangled in the sheets, my hand still holding onto Heath's in a blurry haze. What woke me? My heart was racing and I could tell that I jerked awake. Did I have a bad dream? 

"Coe."

I blinked my eyes open. Sleep still had its hold on me and I struggled to get my body to work like it should.

"I told you the last time, if you ever let Heath touch you again, I will-"

I screamed. I screamed the loudest and the highest pitch I've ever managed because there was Jared, standing at the foot of Heath's bed, his face furious and I remembered everything he had ever said: Namely killing Heath, and fucking me. But most importantly, killing Heath, of course.

"What the hell Jared! How did you get in?!"

"He has the passcode to my house, Coe." Heath explained, his eyes calculative as he watched Jared get closer.

My eyes widened incredulously, "And you didn't think to change it?! Or at least tell me so I don't get a heart attack when he just appears!! What the hell Heath?!"

"Get over here, Coe." Jared commanded. 

"No. No way in hell. Get out of the house! Get out!" When his hands shot out to get me, I laughed, "What, Jared?! Are you going to kill Heath? Or are you going to fuck me into his bed first?" I slapped his hands away from me.

Heath clambered to get dressed and get out of the room, but Jared had him pinned where he was with his gaze alone and he stood awkwardly at the other side of the bed. I could see Jared's gaze staring at the stack of unopened condom packets and lubricant by Heath's bedside. We didn't have to use them last night, but I could guess that Jared thought we did.

I kicked at Jared, pulling the covers to my chest as I crawled out of bed, "Oh wait. It was just a kiss, end of story. I get it. I'm not asking you to fucking fall in love with me, I won't ever have a thought like that again, so just leave, okay? You're being dramatic. Get out!"

"No. Come here."

I scoffed, "No. I'm done, Jared. I'm done listening to every word you say like a puppet. I'm done doing things the way you want things done. I'm done with you. I'm staying here with Heath and you can't do shit about it." I gave him a penetrating stare, "We both know that you won't fuck me into his bed even if we had sex in front of you now. So you can take back that threat, Jared. You don't scare me." I narrowed my eyes at him, "And if you lay a hand against Heath, God help me Jared Jackson, I will end you. I don't care how, I don't care if you're some mafia badass, and I don't care if I am going to jail. I will hurt you!"

I shrieked when Jared ripped the covers off of me and I scrambled to cover myself with my hands, "What the hell?!"

His hands darted out to grab my wrists and I kicked him in the stomach. He growled, shaking off my kick like it didn't even happen as he pinned my very naked body to the bed, "Don't test me, Coe."

"No! You don't test me, Jared Jackson." I stopped struggling and glared at him, "If you don't return my feelings and don't want to be intimate with me, you have no right to decide who I want to be with."

He stared at me quietly, breathing so harshly into my face that I thought he was going to explode somehow.

"Then show me."