My Husband Is Gay

Chapter 12

"You have to. You aren't stupid, and I know it, or would you like to prove me wrong?"

"We both want different things, and I still don't know the reason I have to succumb to your order."

"Because I don't want you to act in anger"

"It's not so easy and you know it"

"Do I?" Martin turned to look at him, cocking his eyebrow. Hardin signed in frustration, leaning his back against the wall in an attempt to surrender.

"When do you think is the appropriate time to kill that bastard?" he asked in a calmer tone, but that didn't stop the anger he felt in him. He knew how Martin was when people didn't succumb to his will, and he wasn't ready to face Martin's wrath.

"When I say so" he stated, and Hardin resisted the urge to ask for more information, which included where and when.

"Eventually, you will get your revenge," Martin assured him." But you have to wait.

Gulping a glass of Bacardi, Hardin squinted his eyes as the hotness of the drink attacked the back of his throat. The hotness of the drink coursing through his body was nothing compared to the hotness he felt Inwardly. It wasn't okay by him, but his hands were tied at that moment.

Once Martin gave an instruction, he meant it and regardless of what you do, never forfeit his rules, to avoid his wrath. Everyone knew that, and no one dared to rebel against him because they all knew the consequences.

Hardin watched as Martin simultaneously dragged and puffed smoke out of his mouth. He couldn't help but scoff and Martin smirked in reaction.

"You don't need to worry, once I grant you full permission, there will be no stopping you" Martin stated to calm down the already tensed up and angry Hardin.

Martin stood from where he sat and walked slowly towards Hardin with the cigarette placed in his mouth. He stopped in front of him and a slight smile appeared on his face, while Hardin's face remained the same, having a glare on.

"You know, you don't need to worry about a thing" he puffed smoke on Hardin's face and a snicker followed. "You know why?" He leaned closer to Hardin until the space between them barely measured any centimeters.

"Because I'm here," he said underneath his breath, and Hardin could feel his hot breath against his face.

"Sooner or later, that bastard, Xavier will go down"
Martin smirked, raising his index finger to his cheeks and stroking slightly, and caressing it while Hardin's face remained the same, unchanged, but that wasn't stopping Martin.

Once he wanted something, he was going to get it at all costs, and he didn't care if it was in consent or force.

Martin slowly began to move closer to Hardin and just when he was about to kiss him, Hardin pushed him off and glared at him, which made Martin erupt into thick laughter. He walked towards the table and plunged a bottle of Bacardi in his mouth, drinking it without repercussion.

Hardin on the other hand soon started regretting why he didn't let Martin do what he wanted. He knew how Martin could be when rejected. In as much as he felt he was tough, there was no way he was tougher than Martin,

Martin snapped his head toward Hardin who was leaning against the wall and when a sly smirk appeared on his face, Hardin knew he was in big trouble

"You don't seem to know what you have done," Martin said to him while Hardin stared back at him. Martin walked towards him one more time, but this time the smile wasn't on his face, instead, a stern look.

He stopped in front of Hardin and grabbed in roughly by his collar as he glared.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!" he yelled in anger, looking intently at Hardin.

"I wasn't ready for that" Hardin shot back, trying his best to set himself free from Martin's grip. Martin reached into his pocket, brought out a gun, and pointed it at Hardin's face, watching him gulp at the sight of the gun.

"You think you're tough, huh?" Martin screamed in his face as anger overtook him. He cocked the gun and Hardin shut his eyes, exhaling rapidly.

"You think I can't do it?" Martin asked, caressing the gun slightly on his cheek. He noticed how Hardin trembled in fear. That was the reaction he wanted from Hardin; fear.

"Martin" Hardin spoke in a pleading whisper and Martin was sure he had already instilled enough fear in him. Martin erupted in deep laughter, withdrew the gun, and walked back to his seat. Hardin could finally breathe. He exhaled sharply, adjusting his collar.

"You are lucky you know?" Martin picked up his cigarette that lay on the table and placed it on his lips. "You know why? I'm in an excellent mood today" he smirked

*****

Amelia felt the cool wind hit her delicate skin and goosebumps followed. She folded her arm under her breast, exhaling sharply and shakily. Xavier walked in front of her while her eyes remained transfixed on him the whole time. It was almost impossible to look at something else when a work of art was standing in front of you.

His hair was slightly messed up and his eyes still looked tired from sleep. This caused her to wonder why he even bothered about her enough to take her out for a walk. All this while she had always seen him as the tough type, this was the first time she got to see his soft, caring side.

"Where are we going?" she asked. She couldn't help it. The feeling of wanting to speak with him was strong, impossible to resist.

"For a walk," he said, turning to look at her. The lamppost that was close to them shone directly into his eyes. His green eyes became very visible, giving him an unrealistic beauty. Amelia couldn't help but awe, and for a moment, she was lost in beauty's paradise.

"Why do you even bother about me?" she blurted, but immediately regretted it as the word proceeded out of her lips. He was being helpful. The least she could do was thank him, but here she was acting insecure and questioning his kind heart.

" I don't" he smirked at her. " I needed a walk too".

"Oh" was the only word that made it out of her lips as realization hit her.

"And you looked as if you were going to pass out any minute. Bringing you along for a walk wasn't a bad idea"

"So you are doing this for me then?"

"Don't flatter yourself"

"I wasn't, you should be glad I agreed to go on a walk with you," she said, and he snapped his head to look at her in disbelief. With the look on his face, Amelia knew she had hurt his ego and that was the greatest thing she had wished for because he always did the same thing to hers.

A smile appeared on his face after some time. Amelia stared at him in astonishment. This was the first time she had seen him smile genuinely since she met him. His face always had a stern or emotionless look. Seeing him with a genuine smile warmed her heart, and she couldn't help smiling back at him.

Xavier, almost as if he realized what he was doing, quickly stopped smiling, and his face went back to the normal way he always had it. Amelia's smile lingered because she felt blessed to see him smile so warmly.

It wasn't something he did regularly, and she was willing to hold on to that moment for a long while.
Xavier rubbed his eyes with the back of his palm. She bet he was still feeling sleepy. Even though he told her he was doing this for himself, she knew deep down that he was doing it for her.

Amelia stared at him as the smile slowly faded and the question lingered in her heart once more.

"Xavier?" She called out and he hummed a response. "Why do you want to get married to me?"