The Lord's Favourite Dealer (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 25.

Chapter 25.

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I got out of the taxi and walked up to the front door feeling my heart sink. I held a case of beer in my hand hoping it would lighten them up just a little bit, I knew it wouldn't, but I was still hoping.

I tried to open the door but it was locked, I felt my spirit grow a little until I heard the door unlock. Crap, I'm not getting off here...

It swung open and I opened my mouth to greet Clyde but instead he grabbed my shirt over my chest and pulled me into the house before shoving the door shut behind me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he shouted at me letting me go.

I glanced to see Ben look at us from the couch where he was laying, his eyes dropped to the case drinks in my hand. I looked back at Clyde, he was frowning at me waiting for my reply.

"Clyde –" I tried.

I felt the beer pulled from my grip and looked to see Ben follow Cooper and Macen to the kitchen.

"You think this is a fucking joke?" I stepped back as Clyde shoved the note I had left against my chest.

I looked it; I would have laughed if he wasn't so angry. "No. Well, yeah, this is – it's supposed to be –" but no one around here has a sense of humour apparently, "but, Clyde I –"

"Are you this stupid, Alexander? Do you WANT to get killed? Has getting robbed taught you nothing –?"

"Shut up!" My shout cut him off, he seemed shocked. I didn't usually raise my voice so it was weird for me too, "I overheard some guys talking –"

"Oh? Great." He said rolling his eyes. I let out a frustrated breath.

"Let me finish." I hissed, "They're planning to blow Anne's up." I said.

He opened his mouth but stopped.

"What did he just say?" Ben called from the kitchen.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Clyde narrowed his eyes at me.

"I uh..." I bit my lip, "I went to get these – those drinks and I heard... well, one of my professor's say they were planning to blow Anne's and everything else up on Thursday." I said.

"Bull." Macen said from the kitchen.

Clyde frowned before he grabbed my arm and tugged me closer to him.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he hissed softly.

"I followed someone Steven said is part of the force, undercover... He met with some of his gang members, they're planning to kill me and God knows how many other dealers of yours and they're going to blow the warehouses up on Thursday." I whispered.

"I told you to stop searching for Declan, didn't I?" his voice was still hushed, but angry.

"It has nothing to do with him." I hissed. I hadn't even told him Kyle had anything to do with Declan, how did he know?

"It has fucking EVERYTHING to do with him or you wouldn't have followed the guy in the first place!" he hissed.

"Well that has nothing to do with you, but this does!" I hissed back.

"What's going on here?" Sergio's voice had us both turning to him. "And where the hell have you been, Alexander?" he glared at me.

"A friend's place." I shrugged before adding, "I got some drinks." Why was he so angry anyway? I felt a little dejected by his anger towards me.