Legacy (Completed)

Chapter 9

It was easy to find his room. I followed the sound of his breathing. Not that it was very loud, but the house was so quiet that it was easy to hear. I danced my way back through the messes, picking the bare spots quickly as I made my way to the closed door on the other side of the apartment. I didn't bother with politeness, barging into the room.

The light dimmed slowly on, revealing Ren who was laying on the bed. I had to bite back a sharp breath. I wasn't expecting to see an exposed muscled back. His face was turned towards the door, his features looking peaceful as his breath left his slightly parted mouth. His arm was draped over the edge of the twin sized bed, showing off his biceps and a single tattoo resting on the skin. I shook my head, clearing those thoughts away as I grinned deviously.

"Wake up!" I hollered at him, smirking as I expected him to fly out of bed or react in some way.

But he didn't.

A frown instantly marred my face as I watched him sleep soundly. I grumbled lowly, approaching the bed as I kicked the end of the mattress. "Wake up!"

"Naohgfg, Mom, no," he mumbled, grabbing his pillow and pulling it over his head. I sat back, my eyes narrowing into a glare.

"I can't believe you just called me your mother," I muttered under my breath, kicking his mattress again. Still no response. I rolled my eyes, quickly his mattress in rapid succession with no luck. "For fuck sakes, Lorenzo."

I stomped my way to the side he wasn't facing, before heaving my foot up and putting forth enough effort to shove his entire body off the bed.  There was a sharp yelp before a bed head shot up over the edge, glaring instantly in my direction.

"What the hell!?" he hissed angrily, picking himself up from the ground. I sighed in relief when I saw he sported sweatpants.

"Well, if you had properly woken up the first time I kicked you, I wouldn't have had to do it four more times." I raised my eyebrow in a challenging way, my arms coming up to cross over my chest. He fell quiet afterwards, slipping back onto his bed where he sat cross legged.

"How did you even get here?" he asked, peering out his bedroom door before looking at me. I shrugged nonchalantly.

"Agency. We have a mission that we need to get going on. Also... Your house is a wreck... you couldn't at least cleaned the bathroom," I broke to him, glancing around his room and nodding my head in the direction of the bathroom.

"Had I known I was going to have guests at," he paused to look at the clock next to his bed. "3 o'clock in the god damn morning, I'm sure I would've," he grumbled back grouchily, picking himself up from his bed to search in a nearby dresser.

"Don't lie to me you wouldn't have," I spat back, resting my hands on my hips. He turned back towards me, a sheepish grin on his face; he scratched the back of his head, his pecs flexing with the movement.

"Yeah, probably not." He grabbed out a shirt and a pair of pants, closing the drawer and setting the clothes on top. He instantly pulled down his sweats, and I breathed in sharply, quickly turning the other way.

"What the hell, Castellano?" I screeched, closing my eyes, but it only managed to burn into my mind the shape of his great butt.

"What? I'm wearing underwear!" he complained, followed by the sound of a zipper being zipped. Yeah, skin tight, very flattering underwear. "I'm wearing pants, you can turn your virgin eyes around. Debrief me, would ya?"

"My eyes are the very opposite of virgin," I grumbled under my breath, turning back to him and readjusting my glasses. "What they told me was at five there's going to be a waypoint at the shipyard where they are exchanging military proto things that they're going to be testing. They think Rizal will be there."  Ren turned towards me, yanking on a thin, long sleeved black shirt.