Scion

15.Psycho

Sonny's POV

I'd come to collect the boy I'd seen my Harper with. He was ugly, and short and I had no idea what he saw in him.

My men had located him shortly after he'd made it into town. As soon as they found him I told them to back off, I wanted to be the one to take him home.

I was fine following him, I kept at least a few meters from him at all times knowing that if I went even a little closer he would detect me.

Harper had been trained by the best of the best, knowing to look in places others wouldn't look to check if he was being followed, but that training only went so far, and he was only human he couldn't catch everything.

As I followed him I observed how he barreled through the crowds, until he actually bumped into a smaller boy, almost knocking him over in the process.

Doing so had seemed to somehow knock him out of his trance though, and he stopped, grabbing the boy as if he were in a trance.

Jealousy pooled in my stomach, as I watched them stare into each other's eyes. Harper's hand gently came to rest on the strange boy's cheek. The jealousy I felt turned to anger, how could he look at someone else like that, touch someone else like that.

The feelings boiled inside of me as I clenched my fist, almost shaking in fury.

I loved Harper, I could take him pushing me away and I could take him running away, but touching someone else the way he should be touching me and only me made my blood boil.

I continued watching the scene unfold before me until Harper moved into the crowd. I was about to turn to follow him, he'd picked up the pace so I'd have to run, but as I was starting to leave I couldn't help but notice the way the boy cast a longing look in the direction of my angel, before going into the drab little café I assumed he worked at.

It could be an advantage, I realized. A way to keep Harper for longer, also, I knew I didn't really need to tail him because I knew exactly where he was going.

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I watched from a distance as the boy greeted new customers, the shop seemed to be very popular with the public, although I couldn't think why.

After some time another person walked in. I only really noticed him because of the way the boy had perked up when he walked through the door, serving customers with renewed vigor. As the dark haired man moved towards the back of the café I understood,  it was the end of the boy's shift.

Perfect.

I'd made sure to call in a few guys before entering the shop, and they were with me about 5 minutes later, backup was important, Harper had taught me that.

I approached the door to what I could only assume was the staff room, but as I went to open the door, I heard a sharp voice call to me.

'Hey, bro you can't go in there, staff o-'  it was the dark haired man I'd seen earlier, he'd stopped speaking so suddenly because I was bored. Tired of his voice, and so I tugged my gun out of my waistband and shot him in the chest.

The crack echoed through the room as the café which once held the low noise of murmuring customers silenced. I didn't have to look at the man to know he'd stumbled back, and the loud thud told me when he'd fallen to the ground.

That's when one of the customers started to scream. A shrill noise, and I would have gotten her to quiet down, but one of the men I'd decided to bring with me did it before I could. I didn't here the gunshot though, he must have used a knife.

The other men began to follow the firsts lead as soon the hushed silence transformed into a deathly quiet.
Literally.

I almost laughed at that before opening the door to the back room.

The room itself had a wall of grey lockers at the back, the front holding comfortable sofas, a coffee
table and a large tv. The space was obviously meant to be a calm place to hang out after work.

Walking in I noticed him, and once again the jealousy bubbled up inside of me.

'Um sir,' he said ' you can't be back here.' I barely heard him, thinking about the way he'd stared into Harper's eyes.  I didn't reply, just staring at him, searching for answers.

'Why you?' I said said unexpectedly, I hadn't meant to ask, but I was genuinely curious.

The boy, in turn, looked at me with a blank expression; he didn't understand.

'Why would he pick you?' I said to clear any confusion.

He still seemed confused, and so I came to the conclusion that he was dense.
'Listen bro-' He began, but I cut him off, reluctant to here him speak.

'I'm going to have to take you now Brooklyn.' That seemed to startle him, but seeing his face change left nothing but pure disgust on my features.

'Ew, no not like that.' I said, producing a gun and 'helping' him out of the staff room.

As we walked out I saw the room was bathed in blood, it didn't bother me, it might have, once, a very long time ago.  The boy in my stood at the other end of my gun however, seemed taken aback by the scene, as if it wasn't a usual day to day occurrence for him. I suppose it wasn't, he  looked as if he lived a boring, ordinary life.

I watched as his eyes stayed on his co-worker, the one I'd shot. I looked over to him, almost taken aback that I had wounded him so deeply, I honestly had not thought about where the bullet would hit him. Oh well.

I pushed the boy through the scene, hurriedly walking to the car and shoving him into it before following. The doors were closed behind us as we sped towards Harper.

I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms, but I knew I'd have to fight to do so.

A/N

This is basically the last chapter but in Sonny's POV. I hope you enjoyed.

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-the fun one ;)