Malice

Chapter 2: Gangsta

"I have to go. The money is gonna make itself," Alex said firmly as he pulled his body away from mine. "Just let him go, Angel. He'll be back if they don't decide to lock his ass up," Ashe snapped. "Yeah or if he doesn't croak from something somebody gave him. He always comes back," Brina said, rolling her eyes. I could hear a low growl in his throat. I thought no one hated Alex more than my parents, but then Ashe and Brina found out that we were talking and fooling around and they've been giving me shit for it ever since. Ashe constantly bitched about his age and how he was just manipulating me because I was young. Brina stayed on my ass because he constantly slept around with anything with a slit between their legs.

My parents were gone for the night and I didn't feel lonely when they left because Alex would usually spend the night until they got back. Unfortunately, he dropped the bomb on me that he was heading out of town as well. He refused to tell me where he was going. All I knew was that Anton, Pash, and Dominic were going with him and he made it very clear for me not to call him. My only other option to keep from losing my mind inside my empty house was calling Ashe and Brina over. Of course, they bitched that I only wanted them around because he was leaving and at least half of it was true.

"I fucking hate your friends," he said, looking me dead in the eye. Sometimes, the tension between the three of them was too much for me to handle. I wanted to live in this fantasy world where I had the guy that I wanted as my boyfriend who loved me and only had eyes for me and I wanted to have my best friends by my side to be supportive every step of the way. Like I said, all of that would only ever be a fantasy. Ashe and Brina were bitches and Alex was a dog. There was no other way to look at it. "The feeling is mutual, asshole!" Brina barked at him.

"Why can't I come with you? What makes Anton and Pash so special?" I said putting on my best puppy dog eyes with a pout. I was secretly jealous of my cousins spending more time with him than I had here lately. The only thing that made me feel like I had the upper hand was the fact that I was fucking him and I knew that he would come running back as soon as he made it back to McDowell County. If I had to guess, he was probably heading to Charlotte and that wasn't good. He only took trips down there when he had to break a few knee caps. He always refused to take me out of town with him and based on how banged up he would look when he returned, I believed that it would do more harm than good to be down there with him. I had never seen him get that vicious and I hoped that it would stay that way. I had seen enough bloody guns and brass knuckles to scare me away from the idea sometimes.

He rolled his eyes and I could tell that he was getting tired of my whining and begging before it could even get started. "You would make me vulnerable. You're not supposed to have your main bitch tied up in your business. I've told you this." He was lying. "Bullshit. You never have a problem with me stuffing my ass full of pills and whatever else you need to hide," I snapped as I stepped back and placed my hands on my hips. "Here we go. You always find something to cry about. Why the hell can't you just leave well enough alone?" he said, throwing his hands in the air, trying to maintain his composure. I knew that leaving well enough alone was going to make it much harder for me. This between us had been going on for a while now and he had made me experience things that never even crossed my mind before, both good and bad. "Maybe I have feelings too," I suggested with sarcasm.

"You agreed to do this with me and all that shit. I didn't force you," he took a step closer to me, looking down at me with his expression appearing much darker. I felt like I was as small as a mouse and he was the cat ready to pounce on me and tear me to shreds. "There's a lot of shit that I can go down for, but you know the one thing that I refuse to get locked up for. I've never forced you to do anything and don't you fucking forget it. I'm out." Ouch. He had very rarely used that tone with me. He never had a problem being stone cold to anyone else, but seeing him like that actually scared me.