She Belongs To Him

Chap. 29: How Long Was He Standing There?

• traumatized Katie Fairfield above •

The delicious smell of bacon fills the air. The gang sits around the table eating a late breakfast. All are tired from the night before, not getting much rest. Most try to ignore the one person at the table whom stands out. Katie.

The blonde sits at her place, next to Lane, at the end of the table. She stares out into the abyss, wordless as well as motionless like a statue. Her eyes a field of green are bloodshot from the tears the previous night. Her appearance is sloppy, out of place. Imperfect. This is unlike her.

Ever since the blonde has sat down, she had not ate a single bite on her plate. Her appetite has ceased from the horror that often replays in her mind. Everyone tries to ignore her frozen state but most find it hard.

Rebel quietly nudges her friend for the fifth time. "Angel, you need to eat. Don't waste the food."

Lane slowly chews on his bacon, his eyes on the window. The sunlight is nearly vacant, despite it being 8:40 a.m. during early Spring. He breaths in and out of his nose deeply, trying to avoid the problem with Katie. The blonde had told Max that she was killed in her dream and the crime lord only assumes who was her murderer. He knew it was pointless to to ask, given that she hadn't spoke or responded to anyone's words since she woke up.

"Please eat." Rebel continues to softly begs her friend, worry in her tone. "It'll give you strength. Plus, Boss won't be mad that you're wasting good food."

"I want all of you to stay here for a few days until everything is cleared. Myself included." Lane announces to his gang, taking a drink of his coffee. "They're still investigating our old warehouse and they're looking for the person responsible for it. And in the past two days, I've had my fair share of bloodshed for the time being. We stay here."

Rebel looks worriedly to Katie, her lower lip pouted. Lane looks to the blonde, whom is spaced out with trauma. It conflicts him internally, making him feel greatly responsible and helpless that he doesn't know how to fix the problem at hand. He suddenly loses his appetite. He grabs his napkin and wipes his mouth.

The crime lord rises from his seat and grabs his cup of coffee. He takes one last glance at Katie before he walks to his office. A few of the members watch him go, feeling at ease.

Margo looks to Katie annoyed. "She's such a pussy."

Max shoots sharp glares her way. "As I remember, you threw up the first time you saw the guys beat the shit out of that launder who didn't have all of Lane's money. Completely hacked up your breakfast."

Margo rolls her caramel brown eyes, her rosy pink tips swaying as her head moves. "She still overreacted. She needs to bitch up."

Rebel turns to her, giving her a hateful snarl. "You know, she's right here. It not as if she can't here you."

Lola looks between the three girls with a smirk, interested in how the conversation will lead. The men all roll their eyes at the girls spat.

"Hey, Miss Priss, do you mind if I wipe the floor with your pristine little ass?" Not even a blink, "See? It really doesn't matter what I say. She won't answer."

Frankie smirks. "It'll matter when Boss answers for her."

"I think he feels bad for her." Phoenix smirks nastily at his own words before he has a chance to speak them. "He wants to replace the Papí she never had."

Jett rolls his eyes at them. "Shut up! Don't disrespect the Boss. He puts the food in your empty stomachs."

"Yeah," Phoenix winks at Frankie, "but he wants to fill something a little different for her, you know what I'm a sayin'? Eh?"

Many of the others can not hold back their laughter from the sexual joke. Margo sneers at the thought, the jealousy secretly eating her on the inside. Rebel's jaw drops in horror.

Suddenly, the smiles on their faces instantly fades at the sight of Lane slowly walking further into the room. His icy stare has a tight hold on them. He wears his brown coat, his coffee cup in his hand. He slowly walks past them, eyeing each of them down as he makes his way to the front door.

"It's chilly out." Lane states, "I'd think all of you would like to stay inside and enjoy the warmth of the fireplace."

Then the crime lord is gone out the door to smoke. The gang looks between each other in confusion.

"How long was he standing there?" Margo asks nervously.

Jett answers before taking a sip of his coffee. "Ever since Frankie opened his mouth."

Hey readers! What did you think? Did you expect Lane to hear all of smack talk? I hope all is well with you & your families during this time. Be safe, my Lovlies ❤️🙏🏼