The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 28: ➢ What In The Duke Of Hastings?

I hear his back hit the half-open door as it slammed closed on impact and I prayed to the Lord he didn't whip out his pistol in a moment's time to end my life. I grabbed a fit full of his shirt and squeezed my eyes shut with my forehead down against his abdomen praying hard. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I didn't mean-"

You know the big fat plump turkey they serve on Thanksgiving? Yes, I was about to be that turkey. Duck edition.

"Skyler," Xavier sighed, gently lifting me up, my eyes nearly popped out of my small head at his tone. Damn, I was really deprived of the bare minimum from this man. "Are you okay?"

"Y-Yeah I'm dandy," I straightened up, rubbing the back of my head with a lopsided grin, still trying to comprehend why his gun was still in his waistband. If this were any other situation his weapon would've been against my temple 10 minutes ago, "Maybe I hit my head really hard or I'm dreaming, I'm not sure at this point...did I die?"

"Can you go to bed?" He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his finger, in seeming tiredness before he turned for the door again, "You're drunk out of your mind, what the fuck did he put in the drink," He muttered under his breath angrily.

I reached out, grabbing his hand again like a little kid. Immediately his head snapped down to the contact I had made, holding him like that before gazing back up at me, in shock. I stared back at him with intense concentration. I didn't want him to leave and in my feeble weak willed mind, holding his hand was the only way to stop him.

For some reason, seeing Xavier again but made me feel hella emotional. I was supposed to be angry at the dumb jerk! He said some awful things to me and now he's here vibing in my living room as if he didn't tell me I'm worthless.

Wow, Drunk Me is really emotional

I felt myself well up in tears at the thought of it as I continued to grip his hand, "Xavier, why did you say those things to me? Am I really worthless?" I whispered, sniffling hard to dig out his sympathy. I was really hurt about what happened, but the fact that I was drunk out of my mind was making my lust for him talk before my hate for him. He sighed before turning to face me.

Sweet baby Jesus, he has such a nice build, I wonder what he looks like without a shirt...

"You're not going to remember anything I say, Skyler," He replied briefly before continuing to open the door until I yanked him back using the grip I had on his hand. Man Drunk Skyler has balls.

His jaw ticked as he half turned to me, possibly to snap something back and snatch his arm away but he didn't. "If I apologize, will you let me leave?" He asked finally, glancing at me with no emotion in his eyes.

I sniffed dramatically, still continuing to hold his hand. He was really warm, and dangerous as duck, but still warm. Like a freshly made hot pocket. Yum but likely to burn the taste buds right out of your tongue. "Yes,"

He exhaled in exasperation before turning his body completely to face me, silence engulfed the room for a long while before he broke it, "I'm sorry Skyler," He finally spoke softly, after moments of silence, "you're not worthless,"

It sounded so foreign. So different and so unreal. I've never heard Xavier apologize to save his damn life and yet here he was standing in the middle of my living room, my hand entwined in his giving me his first 'i'm sorry' of his entire existence.

It was so romantic! If you know, he wasn't my kidnapper.

I smiled at him giddily, "You are...not forgiven!" I told him triumphantly, earning a confused frown from him. "You hurt my feelings, Xavy Wavy!" I blabbed on like an idiot making up nick names for him on the spot.