A few years ago you wouldnt have looked twice at a guy like me, I was a 36-year old homicide detective for Caldwell Police Department with a taste for booze, sex, and fighting.
But that changed, see these fuckers brought me into their lives and turn...
Leaning against the door frame of the twins room, my lips tug into a smile at the pure innocence of them both. That always surprised me, coming from me and Luke the pair of them had not one drop of darkness inside them. Curled up asleep i had put them in their own beds but at some point Justice had climbed in next to Hope and they lay snuggled together. My whole world in one small bed.
Pulling the door closed i head for my room to get ready, with all the revelations and chaos of the last few weeks i needed some me time and i intended to have it. Stripping out of my jeans i grab a quick shower before pulling on a dress with some heels, few touches to my make up and hair and i was ready to go. Taking a final look at myself i sigh and sink into the chair to rest a second.
What i was doing was distracting myself from the thoughts and emotions that had been haunting me ever since Malik had been here. From the day i had met him he had been pushed into the step son slot. No matter how good he had looked or any lust he may have inspired he was in the slot and no harm to my emotions. Then with me separating from Luke and now discovering the very barrier that had protected me was gone. It had emotions i wasn't prepared for rising, so in my desperation i had grabbed at his almost betrayal with greedy hands and now used my anger as a new barrier.
Part of me felt shame at the act but another, the part that had been hurt enough already built a wall brick by brick. So now i did what i had to, spent time with my babies, with my family , dealt with the club and last but not least my duties as queen of bloody hell. It left little time to dwell but at times like this, at night time in the dark. My anger was fading so i would find something else to distract me.
Summoning a smile along with a portal i step through , laughing softly when i find myself in Butch's home. If V ever discovered me here or learned of my distraction technique he would have my guts on a plate but right now i couldn't find the will to care. Now that i was surrounded by Butch's scent, my thoughts turned to him and i relaxed as i went in search of him * Butch, you here? *
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Butch POV
Having Anders here wasn't as bad over the last few weeks, he kept to himself and as the drugs wore out of his system he was just as brooding as I used to be, the joys that I put the brothers in. It had got to the point where I could actually let him loose on the world and made sure he understood that he was free to do what he pleased and that this was his home not his cage.
I had kept my distance from the bothers though, for good reason. V had always been able to read me and right now I didn't need him reading that my time with Red had been more than just a job. Fuck he would have my nuts in a jar. The others I doubt it would bother them but I wasn't taking any fucking chances. So I spent my time working out and going out on patrol solo. No fucking ingesting the baby powder fuckers for me though, that would mean family time with V man and that I really didn't think was a good idea.
Climbing out of the shower, towel wrapped around my waist, I grab up a second and start drying off my hair when a voice I didn't expect to hear sang through the apartment. Was she trying to get me killed?
Walking though to the livingroom my jaw dropped open. Quickly composing myself. "Red ... what do I owe this pleasure?"
