Scion

18. Death

Harper's POV

After I'd seen him at the front door, Sonny had brushed past Rye as if it were nothing, and both Rye and I were too shocked to do anything but follow as he made his way to the kitchen, finding a can beer in the fridge and popping it open. Lookin at us as if we were the intruders.

'You guys okay?' He asked after taking a long drink. My eyes must have been popping out of my head, but while I stood their gawking at him Rye was quick to pull out a knife, he, much like my father, preferred them over guns.

He held it up aggressively, trying to threaten Sonny, he must never have met him before.

'I know you,' Rye began, 'what are you doing in my house.'

'I came back to take what's mine,' he said with a strange glint in his eyes, ' and collect a small fee of course.' I had no idea what he was talking about, but the raven haired boy often spoke in riddles.

I didn't speak to him, I didn't ask where his soldiers where, all I did was sit at the island in front of him with a blank face. He smirked at that, this whole thing was apart of his game.

Suddenly he began to laugh maniacally, doubled over with tears in his eyes. I quickly stole a glance at Rye who looked unnerved by the display, just what Sonny wanted. Soon his cackles faded into giggles and his eyes suddenly moved to the door, forcing me to turn and see Rye's boyfriend stood there with a smile on his face.

'I wanna know the joke.' He said. I'd never met him in person properly before, but he was cute. As soon as he came in Rye tried to urge him out, pushing him away into the hallway, however the little blonde, wouldn't move, for someone so small he was strong.

All the while that was going on Sonny and I were watching, well I was, turns out Sonny had used the time to round the counter and approach behind me, I only knew because of the way the hairs stood up at the back of my neck, when he approached.

His hand tenderly stroked the back of my neck, bringing me back to the time when I'd first woken up in his room last week. I went to jerk my head away from him, but his tender stroke turned into a firm grip, holding me in place. 

That was It. I couldn't let him control me, I flew my hand around to the back of my neck, gripping his wrist and pulling his hand off of me. Viciously tearing my eyes away from the bickering couple to stare him down.

I'd never looked at him with such anger before, but he'd lured me to place, just to kidnap me, torture me and then keep me in his room. I was beyond politeness. 

He, in turn, did what he always did, looked at me with his head tilted to the side, like a puppy.

I kind of wanted to snap his neck.

Suddenly, he cast a fleeting gaze at the couple, who still fought in the corner before his eyes settled on mine again. 

He spoke, ' Andy? You can stop now.'

It was at that point that I turned to the blonde boy who had miraculously stopped arguing with Rye as if by magic.

I had no idea how he found out who the little blonde was but Sonny seemed to know everything, so I wasn't confused.

Rye on the other hand, looked as if he were about to pop a blood vessel. 'How do you know him?' He asked rather aggressively, aiming at Sonny and then turned to Andy and asked 'How does he know you?' in a much softer tone.

When he asked Andy, Rye's whole persona changed, his brows rose, and I watched as he visibly relaxed as tension disappeared from his shoulders.

Sonny replied to Rye's question 'Andrew and I have become well acquainted.'

That was when I began to feel confused, something was going on here that wasn't quite right.

While the nagging feeling of doubt rose in my stomach, Andy brushed passed Rye and stopped in front of Sonny, kissing his cheek, before settling at his side while Sonny carelessly threw an arm over his shoulder. 

I felt a hint of jealousy bubble up in me, but I decided against it, instead pushing it down. I had no reason to be jealous.

Rye, on the other hand, did. Making the split second decision to rush at Sonny. Stopping short when the familiar echo of a bullet barreling out of a gun, resounded around the room.

I hadn't seen Sonny take out the gun, but I watched as Rye stumbled and fell to his knees. I rushed to him thinking he'd been hurt, only to be stopped by the tears gathering in his eyes as he looked behind me.

Andy stood, blood pouring out of his stomach, with a look of shock on his features. Sonny had shot him from the back, so the bullet had gone clean through him. He stumbled, seemingly trying to speak, before collapsing on the ground, blood spewing out of his mouth as he his shaking last breath went through him.

I looked around the room to Rye, who had begun to crawl towards his lover, crying. I'd never seen him cry before. It was heart wrenching, and when he finally made it to the blonde, he held him to his chest, spreading clots of blood everywhere. He was covered in it, but he didn't seem to care. He just sat, weeping, rocking back and forth, with the lifeless body in his hands.

I looked to Sonny.

The whole time I'd known him, I couldn't think of him like a killer. He didn't look like one or act like one. But he stood there gazing upon my distraught brother and the man he'd killed, with pity and satisfaction.

He didn't care.

I opened my mouth to speak, shutting it when I heard the door open again. Only to hear the smooth, deceiving voice of my father.

'Oh. What a mess.'

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