No Harm List

Chapter 8. Conversations

~!Trigger Warnings!~

~Travis~

Just like I figured Conor acted different the whole day. I could tell he wanted to continue our conversation from yesterday. He probably just didn't know how to start it. And I wasn't going to start it for him. I of course would answer his questions I just wouldn't start the conversation for him.

He was currently sitting on the couch in my home office scrolling on his phone. "Looking" at some "interesting" thing.

He looked cute sitting there wanting to say something, but not. Like a little unsure prince. Like a sub most doms wished for. Quite, respectful, cute. The perfect sub for a mobster. One that I could have waiting for me in my office waiting for me to get out of a meet. And once I was out he would let me do what ever I wished with him.

I felt a shiver go though my body at the thought. The thought that I could walk up to him right now and do what I wanted, and he wouldn't care at all.

I thought he was going to start talking because opened his mouth, but then he closed it. Then started to bite his lip.

"Is there something you want to ask me, Conor?"

He looked up worried for a second, "It's fine. I understand that you don't want to talk about it right now."

"Really Conor, it's fine. Tell me what you want to talk about, I'm. I'm not like I used to be, I'm not going to yell at your for you needing to say something."

That got his attention because he was now looking up at me. He was quite for a minute but finally he started, "Why were you like how you were when we first went out together."

I took a deep breath before starting, "When we were in high school my mother died. After she died my father started to drink. He was always drunk, I haven't talked to my father scene I started collage. But every time I've seen him since my mother died he's been drunk. I invited you over at nights, when he wasn't there. Where he couldn't see you, couldn't touch you. I wasn't going to let him hurt you. I wasn't going to let you talk to him."

I heard Conor get up and soon he was sitting in my lap comforting me. His forehead to mine, our breath tangled together. Joined as one, one person. One being, one being in love.

After taking a few more deep breaths I started up again. "When he was drunk and I pissed him off we would fight. He would beat me, tell me I wasn't good enough. He asked me why I didn't have a girlfriend and I flipped asking him if he wanted to hear some much about a girl why he didn't just get one himself."

"That was the night. The night I called you seven times. The night you didn't."

"The night I didn't answer. I thought you just wanted to get laid. I'm so sorry Trav."

I shook my head and held him to me tighter, "To you that's all you felt it was. Then the next day you broke up with me. I had been planning on us going to the same collage and moving in with each other so that we could be a real couple. So that I could show you the real me. The me I wanted to be for you. The me you could trust. After we graduated I moved in with Cher and Laurence. They already had a small gang, but when I joined them I took control and made the mob we have today."

"Cher didn't know about my father until 5 years ago. I accidently told her when I was drunk. After that night Laurence and I started working on my drunk talk. So now when I get drunk I don't spill my whole life story. Laurence had already known, he had known since it happened the first time. I called him and stayed at his house that night. His sister he lived with told me if I ever needed a place to stay I could always stay there."

I felt him cut me off kissing me deeply. His hands wrapped around my neck and he pulled me closer.

"You'll never have to feel that pain ever again. I promise you that."

I smiled at him and pulled my computer out. "You want to talk to Laurence?" He nodded and smiled.

"I need to thank this mister Laurence."

I laughed and grabbed my work computer before pulling up to app Cherry made us. I smirked when I logged in and saw Laurence was indeed online. I clicked call and waited for him to pick up.

He picked up on the fifth ring and I smiled at him. That was before I realized the only thing he had on where boxers.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

He gave me a look, "What's your problem? You've seen me with less on."

I rolled my eyes and use one of my hands to cover Conor's eyes. "It wouldn't matter if Conor wasn't with me."

He finally looked at the screen and laughed. "You act like he hasn't seen a male body. And plus you called me when I was changing."

"Why were you changing? And why are you changing in your office?"

He gave me a look before trying to explain himself, "Well you see. I got um. Ketchup all over me. And as much as I like ketchup I don't want it staining my clothes."

I gave him a look, "How would ketchup stain your gray cloths?"

"It was very dark ketchup."

Then it hit me. It wasn't ketchup at all, "What about everything else. Did you even finish your food or were you to busy trying to clean up."

He looked at Cherry, "I didn't finish it. Cher is going to take it to work tomorrow for lunch."

"So she is taking it for lunch tomorrow?"

He nodded, "Unless you had something planned. Did you. Boss?"

I shook my head, "Nope. But I am taking the next two weeks off."

He sighed, "Really boss. The busiest two weeks of the year?"

I nodded and smiled at him, "Have fun taking control you guys."

He nodded, "I have to no. I'll call be later and we can talk more."

I understood the code and quickly hung up giving Conor and apologetic look, "He'll call back and then I'll let you talk to him. Things are going crazy over there."

Conor nodded and rested his head on my shoulder and smiled up at me.

How did I get this angel?