Can't Hold Back

Chapter Four

Short chapter ahead.....

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Noah's POV

Home.... After years of running and...murdering I am finally at my home. But it's not abandoned, though. I have hired a maid to keep it tidy all the time, whenever I was away. The house was as quiet as a graveyard, the only sound that filled the void was my booted footsteps. 

Tiredness had my eyes drooping against my will, while my mind wandered off to some random thoughts. 

And...Hazel. 

My eyes snapped open when I heard a crashing sound from my kitchen, and that's when I realized the kitchen lights were turned on. Well, I didn't touch any switch since I entered the house, as I always like to sit in the dark and sort out my thoughts.

So who was it? Or more like, who was it this time? Whoever you are....estás muerto amigo.

" Get the heck out of there and show yourself before I come in there and chop your brain into pieces. I said casually, in my everyday tone. Literally no one, and I mean no one knew this place, the place that I call home. So it must be someone who knows me so well or someone who's been stalking me for a long time. 

Besides that, you shouldn't be threatening your little visitor, should you?

And it's not my fault I don't get visitors more often, either they end up dead before they get to know where I live or they end up dead after knowing where I live. It's just sooner or later.

" Baby,baby baby ohhhh.... Now baby baby baby ohhh"

Que demonios! That's the worst voice I have ever heard and I'd rather be deaf than hear another Justin Bieber's song. What? I have better taste in music.

First, he broke into my house, entered one of the prohibited areas in my house, my kitchen of course, and now... he's singing a song. 

For fuck's sake, how dare he! I strode to my kitchen which was only a few feet away from where I was standing. Taking out my gun, I loaded it. Another asshole gonna be served by my gun. How lucky.... I thought to myself.

 I entered the kitchen as quietly as I could and he was standing by the island, his back facing me, doing God-knows-what. When a low clicking sound was heard from my gun, the intruder turned around and his eyes went wide as big as grenades. Grenades? Ugh, why can't I give out examples like a normal person? Like saucers or.....football? 

Because you are not normal. 

Yeah, thanks for the pep-talk.

" Geez, dude! It's just me." " Roy ?"

What the fuck is he doing here? No wonder he broke into my house so easily. Because he didn't actually break into my house, he's the only person alive who has a spare key for my house.

" Why are you sneaking into my kitchen at 2 a.m. ?" I asked in a monotone voice, clearly irritated by his sudden visit.

" Well, hello to you too, honey. I was just hungry, so I thought why not help myself with a sandwich ?" he batted his eyelashes at me, where I just rolled my eyes. " Don't honey me, Roy. Now spit it!" he was a little taken aback by my harsh tone, but by now he was somehow used to my mood swings because we have been best friends since we both were like seven.

" Okay, okay. Chill dude, well, there's a guy called Lincoln. Two blocks away from here and I got a deal to kill him"

"Oh", was my only reply. Of course, we both murdered people for a living and I don't find anything to be guilty about it. We don't go around and kill innocent people, we just get paid by criminals to kill other criminals so that's it. Simple as that.

" So can I stay while I take care of that guy?" Roy questioned.

He didn't have to ask, though, I would let him anyway. He knows it too, but he just loves to annoy me with his stupid questions. " Yeah, but I'll be moving out tomorrow" I replied.

Roy faked a gasp, putting his hand over his mouth. " Is it because of me? Am I that annoying?" he sobbed. Can't I just kill him right now? Huh, drama queen.

" No, you're not the reason and yes, you are annoying. There is just some reason that is way important than you." I reasoned.

" And where is it?"

" Where I should've been a long time ago." I deadpanned, moving my gaze to the window. He nodded, before changing the subject. " So where have you been?" he asked, munching into a sandwich he just made. I sighed before I spoke up, " There was a guy I had to deal with...." I trailed and Roy raised his eyebrow mockingly, ".....with my gun". I finished. He just smirked at me.

" Oh, and how's my baby doll?" he asked still smirking. I gave him a confused look. His baby doll? How do I know? He's the biggest player I have ever met.

" Don't act the fool. You know her..." he wiggled his eyebrows.

" Who are you talking about? I don't know any of your chicks, flings or whatever you call them." I scrunched my eyebrows in complete confusion. This guy is getting on my nerves.

" Well, you know Hazel for sure...." He drawled in a 'duh' tone and that's when I lost it. I moved closer, grabbing him by his collar of his dark hoodie. " She.Is.Not.YOUR baby doll." I growled.

" I was just kidding, man. Don't kill your only buddy." He raised his hands in surrender and I loosened my grip on him.

She is not his, she's not others. she's not anyone else's, but mine. And she will stay mine, even though I can't have her.

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(A/N)

Well....there you go, another update. sorry for the short chapter ,though. Anyways, hope you enjoyed the chapter ;)

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-darshiva