Let me save you (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Let me save you - Chapter Twenty-Five

(*Excuse any errors)

Short Chapter

-Blaine-

The news said the he was found dead in the woods. Mutilated by some kind of wild animal. His partners at the garage held a memorial for him and I attended. I spent a month crying over the fact that he gone. My only friend, the only person who I felt cared about me back then.

He's suppose to be dead. Why is he here? Why does his men have a gun pointed at Jordan. What is happening?

"Blaine fucking Robinson?! Is that you?!" He asks turning to me. Everyone's attention fall on me and I look towards Jordan. His face is expressionless but his eyes look disappointed. Does he think I'm behind this?

I worked with Donovan but I thought he was dead.
"Y-you're suppose to be dead..." I stay taking a step forward. He laughs, "Come on kid, don't be idiot. I'm right here! Come here...haven't see you in a long time!" He says motioning me over.

Henry grabs my arm to keep me from following Donovan's order. "Aht! So you're up here living it up with the rich huh? Which one of them did you fuck to get here?" He spits hatefully.

Jordan's eyes darken dangerously and he looks towards Kaeden who looks like he's going to attack at any moment. "I...I didn't-"

"Stop stuttering! It makes you look pathetic! You! Let him go or I'll put a bullet in between your pretty eyebrows." Donovan snaps at Hunter. He tightens his grip on my arm and moves in front of me. I don't think Hunter understands how serious Donovan is being. By protecting me, he's putting himself in danger.

"Are you deaf?" Donovan asks before snatching the gun from the other guy's hand. For a long time, I thought he was a good man. He took care of me, he took care of family, and for the most part, he was a normal man. It had to find out slowly that he did bad things to people he was involved in way more than he let me know. I was his lap dog and I sold for his cause.

"Hunter, please. He's not joking." I say pulling my arm away from him. Hunter frowns and lets me go. As I walk towards Donovan, I keep Jordan's hard gaze. If he knows better, he'll let Donovan take whatever is in the container because I can see this going very bad if he tries to stop him.

"Look at you! Wearing nice clothes and shit. Hair got longer, you look more a fag now. Congrats!" He says pulling the back of hair. I wince in pain and stand next him. I never came out to Donovan but I'm sure he put two and two together. He never saw me with a girl and I only brought men home which I'm sure his Ma told him all about.

"I don't think you heard me earlier when I said that this container is not for pick up until tomorrow by it's owners. If you're smart, you'll leave before things spiral for you and your men." Jordan speaks up flatly. Donovan laughs, "Come on Mr. Westbrook? Just let us take it off your hands. Then you can go back to your high chair safe and sound tonight. You don't want to see this get ugly and neither do I." Donovan argues back.

Jordan please let him have it. It's not worth it. Please. I stare at Jordan with pleading eyes but he's too busy glaring holes into Donovan's face. "Let him go." Jordan says looking towards me.

"Him?" Donovan points the gun at me. My heart pounds against my chest and I tighten my fists. "Yes. Him, he has nothing to do with this. Let him go and the container is all yours." Jordan says with fake defeat. Knowing Jordan, he's not going to let Donovan walk away so easily.

"Oh, damn Blaine. You're fucking the one and only Mr. Westbrook?!? I do have to say, how proud I am of you, my little prodigy. You scored big time. Anyway, I can't do that. I've been looking for my whittle Blaine for a while now and what a coincidence that I find him here. Two birds one stone." Donovan places his hand on the bag of my neck and digs his rough fingers into my skin.