In Too Deep: Book 2 of FFD series

Black Fist

For the people always wanting cast members, if I had to pick one for Rowan it would most DEFINITELY be Gaspard Ulliel. He's got the dark blue eyes and ugh, fuck me. I mean how in the hell could I even write about a French man and not think of this beautiful creation? You're welcome, ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy.

Mon trésor- My treasure.

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I walked through the back door of the club, careful to avoid a certain Submissive who was a bit in love with me.

I never did anything to make her think we had anything. I never even had a consensual relationship with her, or even yet, a conversation.

I didn't want to be here tonight, despite my love for the club. It wasn't overwhelming with lights and music and drunk douche bag men prowling for underage girls. The music was nice and sensual, the lights dark with red, slow moving lights.  Javier kept a keen eye out for everyone

Which was the only reason I was here tonight. Javier. He'd kick my ass if I didn't show up tonight and I knew Jonathan was probably going to too, despite his disadvantaged size.

He'd still give me a swift kick in the balls and I knew that Matthias would simply watch like a proud mother.

"The gypsy has returned! Come here, you inconsiderate dick," Matthias held out his arms and I returned the hug, thankful he chose the more welcoming option of the two.

Jonathan, on the other hand, stood behind Matthias, arms crossed and eyes elsewhere. His foot tapped and he dramatically looked around as if he had not a care in the world about me being back. His resting bitch face was a good one, and he always managed to make me feel guilty.

"Jonathan, come on. Forgive me. You can't stay mad at me forever, especially when I could leave again at any given moment..." I tried to reason with him.

His eyes were teary, and he just looked to the other side of the room, pursing his lips.

"Oh Jonathan, no. No no no no no. Don't you dare cry on me. I wasn't gone for long, I'll always come back. You know that. When have I not come back?" God, he was the damnedest little thing when he cried. He was such a beautiful crier too, and that helped none. His face wouldn't scrunch up like everyone else's does when they cry. He would just sit there emotionlessly, tears streaming down his face.

Like he was doing now.

"Well. There was that one time you left for 2 years. In the midst of all that, missing my engagement," he offered passively.

"But I came back. And you remember when I came back, J?" He couldn't do this to me right now. I was on the verge of breaking with all that was happening. It was getting harder and harder each year to hold back from telling them.

How many intense stares of Javier and torn cries of Jonathan could I take? How many shielded jokes from Matthias could I take when I knew he only did that to play off what he felt?

Matthias walked off to give us some time. He looked humorously at me, and the look said it all.

Your fault buddy. Good luck.

"Jonathan. Remember when I came back?" I pressed.

He nodded subtly, still refusing to look my way.

"When was it? Tell me," I continued. He huffed, sadness and anger in his eyes.

"My birthday," he admitted hesitantly.

"And I would have come on your engagement had I known, J. I would have. I promise you. I've never missed your birthday, have I? Guess who has? Javier. So, be mad at him and come here." I saw it in his eyes before he stepped toward me.