Latch

Ch. 8: It's Electric

(Y/n) took an opportunity to bop him on the back of the head. Not to hurt him, but enough to anger him.

"What the hell was that?"

"Get out of my dreams, you prick! It's hard enough trying to survive in real life."

"I ain't coming for ye. I could have solved all of our problems if ye let me kill Mark." He stood up and stretched a little more.

(Y/n) noticed his shirt rise briefly giving her a preview of Sean's abs that he surprisingly had. Her gaze was briefly locked before paying attention to Anti once more.

"In my dream the other night Dark said there was another way. Do you know what it is?"

"There's a few ways, lass."

He made his way into the kitchen, and (Y/n) followed along.

"Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"Why didn't ye let me kill Mark?"

She rolled her eyes and groaned. "You're impossible."

Anti leaned against the counter with a smirk on his face. "Thank you, I try to be difficult."

"What are the other ways, Anti?" Her arms crossed as she sat down at the island counter.

Anti began to count off on his fingers. "Well, we have the case of murder, Marky has to kill ye. Ye can make a deal with him. Ye can sleep with him-"

"I'm sorry?!"

"Ye can just surrender yer soul to him."

She rubbed her temples and breathed out in irritation. "Okay lets say he gets my soul or what ever. How do we stop him?"

"Ye don't, lass. He's smart, he's strong, and he knows what he wants."

(Y/n) leaned on her palm, but suddenly stopped, forgetting briefly that it was the wounded hand. Anti began to laugh upon seeing blood on her face.

"Ye got a little-"

"I know.." She looked down and saw fresh blood smeared on the wrinkled bandage. "Will you rewrap this?"

Anti's laughing fell to a few snickers. "Yer joking, right?"

"No, I'm not."

"Me job isn't to help you. Sean can handle this."

He crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and smiled awaiting Sean to take over his body. He expected an immediate response form Sean, but there was nothing. Not even a struggle. He opened one eye and saw (Y/n) looking back at him.

"Well?" She asked.

"Shut it."

"Where's Sean?"

"Sean ye bastard, take yer body back!" Anti raised his voice.

"No, you wanted control so bad, here ye go." His voice echoed.

"I don't want control anymore. Come out here and take care of yer bitch!"

"Hey!" (Y/n) protested.

"I'm not talking to ye!" Anti yelled back.

"Is Sean not coming out?"

"The bastard is being stubborn."

She rolled her eyes. "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black."

"The what?" Anti looked as confused as a puppy hearing a strange sound.

"Ye got this thing against the lass, and I'm not putting up with it. Not when the fookin world is at stake."