The Bad Boy, The Sat Nav and Me

Chapter 23 - Midnight Mayhem and Mutual Misunderstandings.

                “Your gang?! Up until you got a taste of the power, you didn’t want the stupid gang. You just cared about me, that’s changed, obviously. If you’re prepared to sit there and argue about shit with me-“

                “They’re my responsibility. I killed the leader, Andy, I killed my dad. I have to take on the responsibility that comes with that!” he exploded. I narrowed my eyes, shaking my head.

                “If you’re so in charge, you’d take control and leave, just like you said you wanted.”

                “I’ve said a lot of things,” he hissed. I got up, shoving the duvet back at him.

                “So, what are you saying? All lies? Do you love me? Do you want kids? Do you even want to be here?!” I retorted, folding my arms. Hunter’s expression darkened and he scooted forward. I must’ve shown a moment of panic because he stopped, looking hurt. The emotion disappeared as quickly as it appeared, replaced with anger.

                “Don’t be stupid. All I’m saying is that I’ve got a responsibility now, Andy. I can’t go running around making kids and living to please you, your majesty.” My switch of self control flipped off.

                “Your majesty? Are you actually kidding?! I stuck by you with your petty little gang fights, that raping maniac and when all was down, I came to that club with you. I was there so don’t make out like being with me is such a big task,” I said, my voice going down in pitch, my hands shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was shock or grief.

                “You were the reason I shot my dad, it’s your fault we’re in this mess.” My face paled and I stared at him, trying not to look hurt even if the tears were building in my throat.

                “Don’t make me out to be some kind of murderer, you pulled the trigger, that was your choice,” I hissed, turning on my heels to walk out before I said anything that I couldn’t take back later.

                “You make it so hard to love you sometimes,” he muttered, I glanced over my shoulder to see him watching my retreating back.

                “Maybe you should stop putting yourself through the hassle and stop. Don’t worry, I’ll return the fucking favour,” I seethed, slamming the door behind me as I stalked down the corridor and into the lift.

                The fact that I was in my pajamas didn’t bother me, but the tears racing down my face did. Before I had time to register it, the lift doors shot back open. I was half expecting Hunter, but felt a stream of relief when Dylan charged through and hugged me tight, letting the doors close behind him.

                Happy for the embrace, I reached up and hugged him back, burying my face into his chest.

                “People say stupid things when they’re angry,” he whispered, resting his chin on top of my head. I sighed, pulling back. Dylan winced when he saw the tears and sighed, leaning back against the wall of the lift, pressing the button for the lobby.