She Belongs To Him

Chap. 72: On The House

• Lane every time Elijah opens his mouth •

Before the long journey to their new safe house location, Lane made everyone stop and eat at a local diner. Naturally, he and his beloved have their own private booth in the corner while the rest sit a few booths down so they won't be disturbed.

"So, Lane Bossman West, what's the plan now?" Katie dreamily says to her lover as she sips on her milk.

Lane smirks at her warmly. "I want to settle down for a while. I want focus on getting back to where I was...but most importantly, I want to focus on you."

"Me?" The blonde chuckles tiredly, resting her chin on her hands. Her elbows are propped on the table. "Why me?"

"It seems like ever since Gail gave you to me, you've lived nightmare after nightmare." Lane rubs his freshly shaven face, "I want to give you something you deserve."

"And what would that be?" The blonde bites her lower lip.

"A home." Lane nods slowly, "I want you to have something permanent for once."

Katie smiles softly at him. "You're my home. Wherever we go, you're my home."

The blue eyed man smiles softly across the table at his lover, his insides feeling soft and warm. "And you are mine."

Suddenly, a dark figure appears. Lane blinks once. Now sitting beside Katie is Elijah, whose dark eyes have bags under them. The crime lord looks between the tall, brown eyed man and the blonde. Something hot and dark twist in his stomach, boiling.

"So...whats the plan, Boss?" Elijah starts to take a piece of toast from the basket in the middle of the table.

"Nah-uh." Lane shakes his head, his blue eyes icy cold. Elijah freezes. "Who says you can sit with me?"

Elijah's dark eyes widen, his brows furrowing in confusion. Katie chuckles softly as she looks between the two of them, biting her lower lip.

"Somebody didn't get to sleep in this morning." Katie softly sings, sipping on her milk. "Now he's cranky."

The tall, brown eyed man smirks at the blonde, quickly looking her up and down. Lane takes a large drink of his coffee, his eyes not breaking their hold on Elijah. Suddenly, Jett storms up. His blonde brows are furrowed and his fist are tightly balled up.

"Boss-" Jett begins.

Lane smacks his hands on the wooden table, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "God, it's like I got a bunch of kids!"

"Boss," Jett says firmer, getting Lane's attention "what's this that this runt is second in command now or some shit?"

Lane looks to Elijah, whose got a cocky smile on his face, and then glares up at his second in command in his gang. The crime lord takes another large drink of his coffee.

"Ahh." Lane says after he takes a drink of his coffee, setting down the cup of joe. "Do you feel threatened?"

Jett gives his boss a confused look. "W-What? No, I'm-"

"Who the fuck said this little bastard took your place?" Lane cuts him off, "Seems like you don't have all of your facts straight. If you got something important to tell me, then you tell me, but don't come to me acting we're equals. I'll blow your brains out and make Max second in command. Now fuck off and get back to your table."