She Belongs To Him

Chap. 70: Or So You Say

• Elijah Sykes after Lane's brutal beating •

Crossing back over the border was nerve wracking for everyone, especially since two of the men with Elijah didn't have a visa or a passport into the United States. No one spoke about Sasha other than the possibility of someone finding her body. Elijah rode with Lane and Katie in the backseat, sore from his beating.

Katie sits on Lane's lap, wrapped in his coat for warmth. He holds her head close to his chest, her cheek resting above his beating heart. Neither Lane or Elijah spoke during the car ride to the border line and as they made it back over the border into the United States. Elijah's obvious bruising and blood stains made the police officer suspicious, but Axel told him it happened at a terrible bar fight while visiting. Lane was impressed and also weary of Axel's ability to sway the police officer like he had. All three vehicles managed to pass back over the border without being searched.

After five miles down the road from the border, Axel gets a call from Jett. Elijah struggles to hold himself up as he begins to feel the deepness of his beating from Lane. The crime lord looks down at his sleeping lover, whom isn't even aware that they crossed the border. Lane pulls her closer into his chest and coat, tucking her inside his warmth. She slowly moves her head as she gets comfortable.

"Where to now, Boss?" Axel looks over his shoulder at Lane, his cellphone to his ear.

Lane can see the heavy bags under their eyes.

"Drysdale, which is 270 miles West of here." Lane slowly nods, "So stop at a motel somewhere close for the night."

Axel nods, continuing to talk to Jett on the phone. Lane gently kisses his lover's forehead, holding her like how a child would hold their stuffed teddy bear. Tight, cuddly, and protective.

"You could have killed me." Elijah speaks slowly, wincing at his pain. "You had the gun. Why didn't you take the shot?"

"Because," Lane frowns, his eyes too busy on his sleeping beloved "you're just a stupid kid who thinks he can take on the world with just a gun and six bullets."

"I'm not a kid." Elijah rolls his good eye, blinking repeatedly. "I'm a 29-year-old man."

"And I'm a 36-year-old crime lord who murdered your father in cold blood twelve year's ago." The crime lord slowly nods, "She was just a baby when I starting fucking shit up."

Elijah looks between the crime lord and the blonde sleeping soundly in muscular arms. He looks out his window, pursing his cut lip. The tall man's legs are too long for the small backseat of the car, his knees bumping against the front seat.

"Why didn't you take that shot, really?" Elijah asks again, calm.

"I saw an old ghost." Lane finally looks to the tall man, "Sasha lured me into Canada just to get you back in the U.S., didn't she? The whole ambush thing was a lie?"

"Yeah..." The tall man drops his head tiredly, "But you could never trust that Sasha, girl."

Lane leans his head back. "No, you couldn't."

The car is quiet for a while, the sound of the wind hitting the car the only sound filling the awkward spaces. Lane collects his thoughts until he knows what he wants to say.

"Listen, kid, just because I spared your crummy life once doesn't mean I'm going to let shit slide." Lane sighs heavily, "If you're going to be in my gang, I want to get a few things straight. If you betray me, I will kill you. If you try to kill me or my girl, I will kill you. If you steal from me, I will kill you. If you snitch to the cops, I will find you and gut you like a trout. If you disrespect me, I'll teach you a lesson. You refer to me as Boss or Boss Man. And if you ever talk to me with any kind of disrespect again, I'll knock each of those pearly whites out until you ain't got nothing to chew your own shit with. Got it?"

Elijah purses his lips in annoyance. "Crystal."

Lane glares at Elijah, his eyes like the blade of a knife. "Second, if you ever lay your hands on my girl again, you're going to cross me and neither a gun or a knife will stop me from strangling your giraffe neck with your own belt."

Elijah gives the crime lord a startled look, but slowly nods and looks off. In a way, the tall man reminds Lane of the younger version of himself. Only, Lane was twice as arrogant.

"Ya know, my pops never did anything for me besides being present at my circumcision." Elijah says out loud, "He didn't want me or mom involved in his business affairs, but he's dead and it doesn't matter."

"How is your mom?" Lane remembers the beautiful Italian woman with huge lips that were always painted red and even bigger bosoms. "Is she still single?"

"She died a few years ago..." Elijah rolls his good eye at Lane, blinking repeatedly. "She died of her disease."

"Disease?" Lane arches a brow.

"Alcoholism." The tall man nods, "She just had too many that night and she went out stone cold. Found her the next morning on the kitchen floor."

Guilt fills Lane. If he had Stephan, than he could have had someone to comfort him when he lost his mother.

"I'm sorry for your loss." The blue eyed man's eyes go to the floor.

"Which one? Ma or Pops?" Elijah watches how cuddly Lane is with the blonde. "What's up with Blondie, huh? Does she suck your wrinkly dick for free or something?"

"Watch it with the old man jokes, Kid. I'll finish you off right here in the backseat." Lane says sourly, glaring at Elijah. "She's my love interest. Long story. But, now, if you ever get any bright ideas-"

"I just did that to piss you off, man." Elijah slowly nods, seeming unfazed by Lane's words. "No hard feelings."

"Can't say I don't have any." Lane rolls his eyes at him, looking out the windshield. "You look just like your father, only taller."

"Yeah, I got that a lot growing up." Elijah shrugs, "But I'm not my father."

"Or so you say." Lane purses his lips.

"What's my job?" The tall man looks over at Lane, "Langton?"

"My name is Lane West, Kid." The crime lord growls in annoyance, hating that he has to remind Elijah. "You call me Boss or Boss Man."

Elijah nods slowly. "Okay, Boss. What's my job?"

"You and your men will start at the bottom, like everyone else." Lane smirks, looking to the tall man smugly. "What? Did you think I'd give you a bigger role in my house? You have to earn your place."

Elijah looks to sleeping Katie. "What did she do to earn her place?"

Lane looks away, gritting his teeth. "What does it matter to you?"

Elijah shrugs. "Just wondering is all."

The crime lord rolls his eyes, groaning in annoyance. "Wonder a little quieter, this big baby gets cranky when you wake her up from her nap."

Hey readers! What did you think? Do you trust Elijah? Should we trust Elijah? Why do you guys, my readers, think Lane really spared Elijah's life? I think G-Eazy is so hot and Chris Evans is so dreamy ☺️ Tell me your thoughts, my Lovelies ❤️ And be safe 🙏🏼😷

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