Morphine (Complete)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Mykel exited the kitchen ten minutes after Rannia had left. The look on his face was that of distaste. His eyes roamed over the people seated in the living room. He traced the distance between her and Carter on the couch.

Enough room.

The room was warm. Soft conversation flowed from member to member, hesitant to speak too loudly, and attempting to get to know the new visitor. She wasn't a visitor, no. Girlfriend was an intruder. Mykel glowered and stalked right over to the couch. Without so much as a glance at his brother or Rannia, he sat right down in between the couple.

"Huh?" Carter glanced to his side. No longer was Rannia's soft profile in his line of sight, but a rather broodish large male replaced her. Carter stopped his hands from pushing Mykel off, knowing nothing good would come of it. You did not go against Mykel's will. You did not disrespect Mykel. He remained silent, and though his shoulders shrunk a little at the seperation from his love, he made no attempt to remove his older brother.

Rannia shifted in her place, uncomfortable with her thighs and side pressed so tightly against Mykel's warm body. The idiot. The bastard. It took all she had to not glower, to kill him. There was something about the man's presence, something about the unswayed confidence of his poise, that irked her. But she could not be Rannia Romero today. She had to be Carter's new girlfriend. She had to be shy, sweet, happy, and overall a genuine pleasure. She felt her jaw tick as she forced her lips to a smile, seeing all eyes on her.

Gain their trust.

Her smile said it's fine, and it was fine. It was a fine day to be in a room with people she was going to kill. It was a fine week to stay at the Amir's home, to get close. She could already picture the heat of their fresh blood dripping down her arm as she made a final slice to their throat. Colder patches of blood would be splattered across the skin of her face from other incisions. Her fingers shook a little at the idea. She bit her lip and stared at the floor.

Concentrate.

"Is that coriandre I smell?" Rannia asked. Her eyes turned towards Mrs. Amir. That was something girlfriends asked about, right? Food?

Mrs Amir smiled, pleased that her son's girlfriend was attuned to cooking. "They are. Dinner will be ready in ten minutes, actually." She glanced down at the watch clasped loosely around her thin wrists. "Are Riccard and Jared going to arrive any time soon? It would be a shame for them to miss it."

"They're out on some business," Mykel replied coldly, gaze steel on the carpet before him. Rannia's attention perked a little. Business, what business? Was it drugs? Weaponry? Maybe it had something to do with her family.

"Isn't that them?" questioned Amelia, one of the twins. She sat up from her spot on the floor and looked out the window. Rannia glanced behind the twins to see two black figures nearing the house, arms lugging several heavy bags along.

Mrs. Amir's face paled at the sight.

Something I'm not supposed to see?

"Rannia, dear, could you come help me in the kitchen for one moment?" Mrs. Amir asked. Rannia pried her ready eyes from the scene out the window and turned to face Mrs. Amir. She nodded, stood, and walked away. Her foot accidentally stepped on Mykel's as she walked away. As she went, she tried to focus on the matter at hand, but she could focus on nothing but the heavy stare on her back.

Concentrate.

The feeling of Mykel's attention prickled her skin.

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"I don't like her," spat Mykel. He glared at his younger brother, eyes set with fury. Carter shrank under his stare.

"I don't understand, she's done nothing wrong. Why can't you just like a girl I bring home for on-"

"Is there an issue?" Rannia stepped around a corner and into the front hallway. She held a set of cleaned dishes in her hands, and lazily dried them with a towel as she regarded the set of brothers before her.

"We were just about to bring your bags to your room," Carter cut in, reaching down to grab one of her bags by their feet. Mykel's lips tightened at his brother's words. Before the man could disagree, Carter sent Mykel a weak, pleading look. "Right?"

With reluctance, Mykel let out a grumpy yeah. He bent down and started unzipping Rannia's private bag. She rushed forward and bent down herself, pulling the bag away before he could see its contents.

"No, no, it's okay. I've got it myself." Now eye level with him, she stared up with a glare that radiated the fuck? Mykel only returned an impassive stare. His hand slowly traced back to the zipper, moving her fingers out of the way. His eyes seemed to mock her as she slapped his hand and took it right back.

"Rannia's the guest," Carter said. He bent down and picked it up himself, unaware of the unspoken tension hanging between the two. "I'll take it." It did muster a few grunts, and a little bit of shuffling, but the boy left with their things, leaving the two alone in the front entrance.

"What's your problem?" Rannia sneered. She stood up rapidly and stared down at him. You like this? Me being on top? The veins on Mykel's throat showed, and Rannia had to run her eyes over them, picturing each one being split, popped, and drained of all his worth. All his life.

When he stood up, he was no longer her height, no longer below her. He towered. "You are my problem," the man replied grumpily, voice lowered to a whisper as he leaned forth to whisper in her ear. "I said get out." He took his thumb and index and pinched her chin between them, lifting her face so she had to stare directly into his eyes. "Get out of my fucking house."

"Make me, fucking brat," she hissed back.

A dark flame sparked in Mykel's eye...some sort of dark, sinister fury. He grabbed Rannia by the neck and slammed her against the wall, pressing his knee between her legs so she couldn't move. His knee hiked up until it was pressed against her core. Heat blared between her thighs, and she wrapped them around his leg, body searching for more contact.

Her body pleaded. Her mind raged.

"Call me a brat one more time, I dare you," Mykel growled in her ear.

Rannia craned her neck upwards, fighting in his grasp. "Brat."

His hand tightened around her neck, choking her, preventing air from reaching her brain. Quickly, that fuzzy-whiteness of air loss filled her mind, dazing her deliciously.

"Again."

"Brat," Rannia choked out, voice strained. His lips pulled up into a twisted sneer for a moment, and a quiet sound of pleasure left his throat. With a sudden push into the wall, he released her and stepped back. A daunting shadow hung from Mykel's face, and Rannia found herself longing for those same shadows to embrace her.

She bent over, hands on her thighs, heaving in air, restoring her blood flow to calm her racing heart. This was what happened on her first day in enemy lands. This was what she did to the one man she should be gaining trust from.

"You're a fool, girlfriend," Mykel said coldly, eyeing her down. His eyes ran across her body once, as if testing her. She felt so cold around him. But her body felt so hot. "Do not rest easy."

"I'll sleep how I want," she replied in a whisper. It was all she could manage as she pushed back against the wall and marched past him, brushing his shoulder on her way out.

(a/n: second rewritten chapter up for you all! It's not perfect and it never will be, but this plot man. This plot. I'm horny for this plot y'all don't even know half of it LMFAO)