Paradise [poly BL] ✔︎

Eighteen) Let Me Fist Feed You In A Fight 。

A bell suddenly rung out, notifying me that Zion will be back in a few minutes. And notifying me that I'll finally get some answers to why Zero punched me in the face.

I stepped out of the room, all of the boys already gathered in the common room. Leighton stood by the door, bouncing from one foot to the other with his brows furrowed together. Zero stood behind him, resting his chin on Leighton's shoulder as he gently soothed over Lee's hair. Zero's stormy grey eyes catching mine, a large grin painting his face as his eyes scanned over the freshly forming bruise.

I would smack that smirk off his face, in a loving way of course, if this wasn't all an act for Paradise.

I looked down to the floor in hopes that Paradise would think I'm being submissive to Zero's ruling punch. A hand wrapped around mine, Quinn's firm grip pulling me over to one of the counters where Beryl was standing.

Passing me a drink, Beryl tipped the drink to his lips before drinking the small shot, "Closest thing to liquor you'll ever get, mate. Suggest you drink it," His tipped his head back once more with a refilled glass, shaking his head back and forth with a grimace while slamming the cup to the table. "It helps with the bruising."

I tipped the drink back, a burning sensation ripping at my throat. "This is disgusting, Beryl! What did you put in this shit?"

Quinn patted my back as I coughed my lungs out, "I told you Luca wasn't the type of person who drinks alcohol like you," He shook his head at a shrugging Beryl, "I d-"

The main door opened, an blindfolded Zion was being carried in by a scar faced guard. Zion seemed unharmed yet his hands had been bound together he he was already slipping out of the handcuffs. The guard threw the thrashing Zion to the sofa, a vicious look clawing at his face.

Zion quickly removed the handcuffs before the guard could reach his hands with the key, reaching for the blindfold, he snatched it off, accidentally hitting the guard in the face. The guards nostrils flared up, his hand pulling back into a fist.

Keegan swooped in, his fist colliding with the guards cheek. The guard fell down before jumping back to his feet again, his fists raised at Keegan. Leighton had ran over to Zion, pulling him over to the side and running his hands all over Zion. Both Quinn and Beryl had ran over to them both, building a blockade from the two to have some type of privacy.

Several guards had stormed in, most of them running to help their comrade. Cole had jumped in, knocking out one guard already. Keegan looked over towards me, a wink sent my way along with a speedily walking Zero.

Zero pressed me to the wall, hiding me behind his back so I couldn't see anything but his back. "I don't have long, Kiddo," he said loud enough for only us the hear. "But tomorrow we're getting out of here,"

A loud crunch rang out in the room, later followed by a howl of pain. "Leighton and Zion will be taken out in the morning but when they return, Keegan, Beryl, Charlie and some of the others will start a fight. At that point, Quinn and some of the others will sneak out of here with floor plans Leighton stole. Got that?"

Before I could reply, Zero pressed his lips to mine, his tougue pressing against my lips in hopes I would part them for him. Knowing that I would tease him, he snaked his cold hands under my shirt his fingers grazing my nipple. A gasp escaped my lips, making me open my lips for him. He pulled away, grin lining his lips.

"I got that, Zero."

"I can tell."

Zero's grin diminished, his face turning stone cold. His grey eyes becoming an internal storm, prowling clouds in thunderstorm. Everything Paradise need to see out of him, the continual dominance that radiates off him in thunder clouds. Shame Paradise can't ever use calm before the storm with him.

The sound of shouts faded, only Keegans' cheers of triumph and the guards groans. Zero stepped out of the way, allowing me to see the scene before me. Keegan sat on the floor with his legs sprawled out and his head thrown back, two unconscious guards lay beside him with blood pooling out of their noses like a waterfall.

Cole stood in the corner, trying to hold his ripped turtle neck together, yet sight below the fabric definitely didn't need to be hidden. Blood stained his face and chest, and rugged look claiming him like a bloodstained god. The guards around him danced cautious rings around him. His chest rose up and down as he watched the guards, he was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode the minute you set him off.

Leighton quickly bounced over with his hand intertwined with Zion's as he dragged the grimacing boy over. Leighton rapped my chest before grabbing my collar, pulling me down so we were face to face, "I don't like blood," Leighton whispered, his teeth sinking into his lower lip, "Please look after me, alone?"