That girls guy

Chapter 5

"Love the life you live, live the life you love." - Bob Marey

Alia

The table was at the far end of the main living room. The ceiling to floor length windows occupied the same side the table did and with us being on the top floor of our apartment building, a stunning view would join us whilst we ate our meals.

The living room was a huge room which led to three other large rooms including a gym and training room, a marble kitchen with an island placed in the middle and a smaller room with sleek leather sofas and a projector in the centre used for what Ali called 'work'.

An extra door was in both the kitchen and living room. Both doors led to the upstairs half of our apartment. The landing to the upstairs was followed by a long corridor and either side had doors further leading to bedrooms.

Each room was decorated beautifully, Everything was set in an orderly fashion and all was in the right place. Most of the furniture was also colour co-ordinated And matched an item from the inside of the rooms. The walls were decorated with priceless paintings of fields and cities.

My room was at the end of the corridor furthest away from everyones. It was the second biggest room as the master bedroom was taken residence by Ali.

Zack practically lived with us since his father had walked out on him and his mum started doing drugs. Everything was too rough to handle and the worst part was the abuse...

I shouted for the boys to come down and went about to set the table, Zack being the first to come banging down the stairs.

He took a seat at one end of the table flipping his plate over and putting in some salad, then sitting up and facing me as soon as Ali entered.

"So what we gonna eat?" He inquired taking a seat at the head of the table and facing me, giving an identical look to the one Zack was giving.

"Lasagne." I replied, turning towards the kitchen and only turning to say, "and i dont care if you dont like it. Dont eat it if you have an issue."

"Okay boss." Ali chuckled, saluting before starting a conversation with Zack about a Gucci belt.

The kitchen island glistened under the chandelier that hung above it, the oven door was open wide revealing the tray that sat inside covered in golden yellow cheese that melted across the lasagne sheets.

Smell filled the kitchen of the freshly prepared meal as Zack came in taking the cooling tray from a cupboard and placing it on the worktop. I followed behind, the lasagne balanced between both hands, the oven gloves not helping with the heat burning through them.

He took the gloves from me and sat on the island, folding them in half and placing them behind him. "Luke told me about the French agents holding Marcus hostage." He exhaled deeply, running a finger through his already messy hair. "I was asked to help, but by help they mean go after him. I dont think i want to risk it." I picked the folks up and faced him.

"Dont feel bad. Anyone would've made that decision." Zack lifted his eyes from the ground rubbing the side of his lip with his thumb.

"You're wrong Alia." I frowned in confusion, watching him jump off the counter and dust down his jeans. "You wouldn't have made that decision." He said whilst taking the burning tray into the room.
His words constantly replied through my mind as i filled the jug of water and took glass cups to put back onto the table.

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Soapy water covered my hands as the last of the dishes were put into the dish washer. Ali switched the spotlights on, the ceiling lighting up the kitchen, his eyes were fallen low from tiredness and something about the way he walked towards me showed restlessness.

Low voices came from the living room which could only be Noah and Zacks but the noise died down moments later, the door clicking shut and silence filling the room. "Sit down a second Al. We need to talk." He let out a frustrated sigh taking a seat on a bar stool facing the other way, his face covered by the shadow of his soft brown hair.

Taking the seat opposite him, i watched him fold his arms on the table looking anywhere but at me. "Whats wrong?" I asked trying to get him to face me, he chewed the side of his mouth shaking his head and getting back up, "doesnt matter." He slapped his hand on the worktop in frustration as the stool scrapped across the tiled floor, i sensed the annoyance coming from him the usual naughty smirk that should've been on his face replaced with anger.

"What the f*ck Ali just speak." I spoke with clear irritation lacing through my voice as he eyebrows rose whilst turning towards me again.
"It doesnt matter because Noahs listening!" He huffed shrugging towards Noah who stood leaning against the door frame his arms folded and face stern.

Noah came up-to him both boys squaring each other, their eyes meeting and nostrils flared. "Whats your problem Ali? Just say what you need and get it over with." Noah rolled his eyes taking a step closer to Ali, who's face seemed to be stuck with the same expression.

"Do you really want me to say it? Do you really want me you tell her?" Noah kept his face straight staring at his older brother with a hint of pain rushing across his face. "You think im scared...?" He questioned, his fists clenching on either side of him.

Alis face went red as i felt myself getting up and tugging on his arm, "Ali its okay just leav-"
He cut me off before i could finish. "Not now Alia." His loud voice boomed across the kitchen taking the attention of the guards who were supposed to be waiting outside.
One of them barged in looking around rapidly and finally resting his eyes on the boys and me his face tensing up less.

Noah looked at the bodyguard and put up his hand up facing Ali again. He punched him in the stomach, Alis face becoming now furious. He took the arm he was just hit by twisting it then banging it on to the worktop. Noah kneed him in the groin this time twisting his foot around Alis shin and slamming him to the ground. He held both his brothers arms forcing him to stay put but it was clear Ali wouldn't take any of it.

He lifted up and rolled over taking him into the position Noah had just had him in and slapped him straight. Alis fingerprints stained Noahs face but that didn't stop him from hitting him more. He threw a punch into his stomach, Noahs legs bending and body arching to the side. Before getting up, Ali kicked him a couple of times then grabbed the neck of his shirt pulling his fist back almost about to punch him in the face.

The guard and I who were stood watching the sene managed to realise this was our time to have an input as i took Ali from the elbow pulling him back and the guard dragging him up by his waist stoppering him from causing anymore damage to Noah.

Noah. He now sat up, his lip swelling from the slap and bruises covering his arms. A small cut was etched under his eyebrows blood seeping through it. I helped him up, his eyes not leaving Ali his breath heavy and brows furrowed.
Both gave each other equally intimidating looks before Noah pushed past marching towards the steps leading upstairs.

It took a moment but i soon find my legs following behind, ending up at Noahs door moments after he slammed it shut.

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