The Bad Boy With A Rose Tattoo

What?!

It had been three days since Brandon had kissed me, and three days since I had last seen him. The day he kissed me had been probably the best one i've had in a long time, but something was off that night and I couldn't put my finger on it. Right after he kissed me he got a phone call and the mood became grim. He left out the room and I couldn't decipher what he was saying as my ear was pressed to the door. I could only get out three muffled words which were "shipment", "Jackson", and "deliver". Curiosity got the best of me as I continued listening, but had to sprint away as I heard his feet shuffling towards the door. 

I ran down the stairs as quickly as possible and sat down in the living room. I heard him coming down the stairs and heading towards the door, I shot up and came towards him. The question leaving my mouth before I could stop it. 

"Where are you going?" 

He looked back and glared at me grabbing the doorknob and twisting it. "I'm going out. Don't wait up". Then slammed the door in my face.

I don't know why I felt so hurt. We didn't date! Heck, we weren't even close to being friends. Much less acquaintances. My stomach dropped when he slammed that door in my face though, I thought we had at least gotten closer since he kissed me. He could at least have the consideration to tell me where he was going. He did live with me after all. I decided I wasn't going to wait up on him, because that's exactly what he told me not to do. 

He doesn't want me to wait up, then fine! I'll go out and enjoy myself. I proceeded to go upstairs and get in the club outfit that Angie gave to me a year ago. It was the night we were supposed to go clubbing for the first time that night but my Dad told me I couldn't go. I seriously hope it still fits, although I haven't grown too much since then. I slipped into it, did my hair and makeup and got in my car. Tonight is gonna be all about me. 

Brandon's POV

The shipment hadn't been delivered last night to the warehouse, If Jackson was playing some game, it wasn't funny. I had left in a rush and didn't mean to act so rude towards Angel, I could see the hurt in her eyes when I glared at her and told her not to wait up. I wasn't mad at her, I was mad at Jackson. I really wish I could learn how to control my emotions. 

I've been at the Warehouse with Caden and Dalen for the past three days having meetings with Jackson's men. It also angered me that Jackson could never face me, he always had to send his men to do his business. Angel had managed to slip into my dreams, it seems like I was constantly worried about her or thinking about her. I already know I can't get too attached. It wouldn't be fair for her. It would put her in too much danger and I already have to worry about myself.

I can't let some oblivious girl come in and get hurt when she doesn't even understand what's going on. Zack, one of Jackson's men spoke up and I was brought out of my trance. 

"We will have the shipment by next week". 

I nodded "Bring it by Thursday or you and your friends will have a problem on your hands". I demanded. 

He shot up out of his chair and lunged himself towards me knocking both me and him onto the ground, his hands were wrapped around my neck and I reached into my pantleg to grab the pistol that was hooked onto my leg. I shoved the cold metal against nis neck and he stopped and widened his eyes. Realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. One wrong move and I would blast his head in. 

"Get up, and get out. I can guarentee if you ever attack me or my men like that again. I will have your head hanging on a hook, and make sure you tell Jackson to have my shipment by Thursday". I ordered. He nodded and ran out of the room. Seconds later I heard someone enter the room. Turning around I realized who it was. 

"So how'd it go?" Caden asked me. 

"Could have surely gone a lot better, the little shit tried to attack me! It's like he wanted a death wish, but anyways I told him to have my shipment by Thursday or they would be in severly big trouble. I'm sick of working and being in meetings. Do you and Dalen want to come with me to a new club called "Rush"? I heard it just opened and I'd like to see what I can find". I smirked. 

He knew what I meant when I said what I can find. He smirked along with me "Sure, we could all use a good shag". 

It wasn't that I wanted to be with any woman tonight. Hell! I didn't even want to go out, but I had to do something to get my mind off of Angel. I'm sure she's already curled up in bed. So I won't even have to worry about seeing her. 

Author's Note!

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