D.I.D. You Know We Love You?

Seventeen Don't Wanna Cry

Thomas

I could hear the crashing from below stairs as though it was right next to me. It didn't make me flinch though. I hadn't been afraid of that sound for more years than I could remember. The growling voice of my father filtered above stairs as I took one last look in the mirror.

I adjusted my tie and smoothed my hands over my suit jacket, looking for any stray fuzz or wrinkle that might mar the appearance in the cool glass in front of me. I looked perfect. Wait. I formed my lips into the semblance of a smile and then nodded.

"That stupid piece of shit! What the fuck was he thinking!? I will not let that sorry little faggot ruin my good name." I heard another crash from the dining room and wandered leisurely over to the doorway. Our father was sitting at the head of the table with multiple newspapers strewn across the surface.

Littered on the floor were the remains of breakfast china. I spotted scrambled eggs and fruit preserves scattered across the expensive, handmade Turkish carpets. I tsked at the scene and my father looked up from reading about the fiasco that my brother had involved himself in with that nice boy named Denis.

"That might stain." I pointed out as I came in and sat at the table. I reached for a few slices of toast and spread some hazelnut butter on top. I looked over to see the angry man eyeing my attire with a sharp eye.

"Why the fuck are you all dressed up?" He growled at me. I settled a smile back on my lips and watched the surprise flit across his features.

"Come now father. You didn't think Richie would leave you high and dry at the business now... did you?" I emulated the teasing voice of my brother and cocked a brow like he oh-so-loved to do. Worthington Sr. sat back in his chair with a face full of utter disbelief.

"You..." He breathed in a gruff voice, probably hoarse from shouting.

"Yes father, me. I will be happy to take care of things for Richie in the meantime. Don't worry. Everything will be perfect." I copied the way he put sugar and milk into his morning coffee and took a sip. It wasn't my preferred way of drinking it, but it would do.

"You knew." His eyes narrowed at me and I gave him the Worthington Jr. signature smile.

"Please. Worthington's do everything for each other, father. Isn't that what you taught me?" I finished my cup of coffee and then wiped my mouth. "Now, I should get going to that meeting or I shall be late."

"Will you be needing the car, sir?" The butler asked respectfully as I got up from the table. I nodded absently.

"Bring it around front. I want the paparazzi to see this." I walked out of the dining room and waited for my jacket and gloves. The butler held it open and I slipped into the sleeves easily. I drew on my leather gloves and took one last look in the mirror.

I practiced my grin one more time, noting the look of shock on the butler's face. Perfect. I strode out the front door and gave a cheerful wave to the cameras on the front sidewalk. Once I slid into the car, the chauffer closed the door with a decided snap.

My grin fell off my face and I reached into my pocket. I drew out a miniature chocolate bar and shoved the whole thing into my mouth. I chewed thoughtfully as I watched the people pass by the heavily tinted windows.

Debt paid.

*

Richie

I watched the beautiful form stretch out languorously as he woke up in my bed. I smiled as he yawned widely and purred at the hand I stroked down his back. He blinked up at me with a grin and I grinned back.

"How's my little serial killer this morning?" I purred in a gruff voice as I pressed against his side. He pouted and looked up at me with pleading look.

"Don't say that. Besides, you know you love me." He curled into my warmth and I held him close.

"Of course I do. Nothing will change that. I promise you Dylan." I whispered into his ear and watched him shiver.

"How did you know?" He asked me with a curious look. I just smiled down at him and pecked his lips.

"That is my secret. I might tell you one day, my perfect little angel. Until then, you will have to trust me." I pressed my kiss deeper onto his sweet lips and felt him surrender. I plundered their depths with my tongue and shuddered from the sweet taste.

"Okay. I trust you. There is nothing that you want from me. Nothing you don't already have." He breathed with a look that made me smile.

"That is true... but I will always want you, Dylan. Never forget that. You are mine." I pressed my forehead to his and watched his cheeks flush with pink sweetness.

*

Dylan, Denis, Damon, Danny, and Derek

Like I said before. I truly am a villain. The problem with being a villain, is that eventually they get caught. Something they forgot, left behind, or didn't think ahead about always gives them away. There is always a chance to leave loose ends behind.

I forgot that neighbours will be nosy. I forgot that no matter how hard you try to forget, there will always be reminders. Little things that can't be ignored after a while. Even if you don't keep them, then there are others out there that will. Including your fractured selves in my case.

And I forgot the number one rule. Never fall in love. Because love makes you vulnerable. A lover is going to want to know everything about you. They want to become a part of your life, and that can disrupt the rhythm of things.

Or in Richie's case, they can open Pandora's box and let out a carefully caged beast. The only way to get that beast under control is to be able to cage him again or be stronger than the beast. Now all I could wonder was... which one was Richie?

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THE END...?

A/N -So many unanswered questions... What is Richie's blackmail on Thomas? Who killed Joseph and why? Did Dylan manage to totally accept his selves? What is Richie's role in all this? Did they live happily ever after? LOL... Good thing its TO BE CONTINUED IN VOLUME 2: Can't Show You But I Love You!