Unconditional

Chapter Four

A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the comments and votes! And to address a question I've gotten a couple times already; Will this include all 14 boys? I don't know yet. The first part is definitely focused on the sb boys but I've written later chapters with the gb boys and it's flowing really well. I'll update you when I know forsure.

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        I must have been in the shower for more than half an hour before the water started running cold and I jumped out quickly, drying my hair with one of the towels from the rack. I don't know who the shampoo and body wash I'd used belonged to, but I smelled distinctly man.

        Quickly slipping on some soft cotton sleeping shorts and a white tank top over my underwear, I hoped they would be warm enough for tonight. Charleston had so far been warm but it was nothing like the hot Greek nights my pajamas were made for.

        Brushing my teeth and finishing up in the bathroom quickly, I felt the fatigue returning. I'd only slept for two hours earlier and it had been a whirlwind since. Maybe I could check up on Marc and then have another nap. It was only about five in the afternoon.

        When I got to the living room and set my duffel bags down, the boys were nowhere to be seen.

        "That's mine!" I heard Brandon's barking voice and followed it.

       "Fuck off, it's mine, I ordered it!" Raven's returning growl was low and dangerous and I picked up my pace towards the kitchen. Why the heck were they fighting?

        "Settle down, both of you." Axel said sternly. "If you would stop being stubborn you would notice that we ordered three of the same thing."

        I peered around the corner and into the kitchen. Across the counter was a large spread of what looked like Chinese food and my mouth watered. Corey was standing back, already eating chow mein of out a container while Brandon and Raven argued over some sort of meat dish. Axel was rubbing his temples, looking annoyed.

        "Oh hey Sang, help yourself." Corey was the first to notice me, gesturing to the food. Hesitantly, I tiptoed further into the kitchen and grabbed one the stacked plates.

        "Kotyonok!" Raven swooped and dumped whatever he and Brandon had been arguing over onto my plate. "Have this, it's best."

        "Thanks Raven." I beamed. The food looked really good and I quickly helped myself to some chop suey as well. I would never turn down an offer for free food.

        "We weren't sure what you would like so we just ordered a bunch of things." Axel was beside me, filling up a plate of his own.

        "I'm not picky, food is food." I popped one of the little meat rolls that Raven had given me into my mouth.

        "Well it's going to be takeout until Marc is ready to cook again, he's the only one that bothers to cook for all of us." Brandon looked sullenly down at his own meat roll. I breifly wondered if he was more upset about Marc getting shot or the lack of home cooked food.

        "I can make you Greek or Russian food tomorrow night if you want, I was going to make beef stroganoff earlier today but something came up." I grinned cheekily, leaning back against the counter. That something had been Marc's bullet wound.

        "You cook Russian food?" Raven stopped with his fork midway to his mouth.

        "Not often but yes."

        I didn't get a chance to take another bite of food before Raven had put his plate down and rushed at me. His hands came up and cupped my cheeks and before I could comprehend what was happening he smash his lips to my own. It was a short kiss, ever moment fierce and dominating. Less of a kiss, more of a claim.