The Worst Drug

•Again and Again•

    {•Very Unedited•}
                           ~Idris's POV~

        Waking up in the morning, Vina has herself curled into a ball on the edge of the bed on her side. My arm is thrown over her pillow so her head is on the mattress. Pushing myself up with my good arm, my burning eyes struggle to adjust to being awake. Picking up my wounded arm there's a hot, stinging pain in my bicep but nothing I'm not used to feeling before or can't ignore. I lean myself over her to check if she's sleeping, brushing her hair out of her face before standing.
    Looking around the room while I put my jeans on from yesterday I notice the room is the size of Vina and mine's entire living room and bathroom combine. It's a little ridiculous to me. I understand that for last night it was good since I was supposed to have no weight on my arm, but usually Vina cant's get away from me in our bed. I check the time before leaving the room to check how long I have before Vina's alarm goes off. I'm sure she'd be fine without me but I don't want Sin trying for get ahold of her.
Like always in here there are people walking through the halls with papers and weapons. Once Sin moved into his personal home this became more business and...not as child proof. The cold air feels feels nice hitting me when I set outside on my way to the barn. Val's men stand lined up around the side of the house with rifles standing up in front of them. A hand clapping down on my shoulder makes me jump. Val laughs at my reaction, shaking his head.
"Where's the wife?" He asks, looking behind me for Vina.
"She's still sleeping," I tell him. "Is Zav still here?" I ask. He shakes his head. A piece of his dark brown hair falls out of his place slicked back behind his ear.
"Lui e Alaric portarono le macchine e poi se ne andarono, *Him and Alaric brought the cars then left,*" he tells me. Looking behind me, his eyes harden. Raising his chin, I turn around at the sound footsteps. Sin walks down the steps with his hands tucks in the pockets of his black pants. A silver chain with two E amulets hangs on his wrist.
"A Sanchez Brother is coming to talk to in a few minutes about one of his boys," he says, looking at me. I clasp my hands together behind me. "He said he screwed him over but won't tell me how; I figured I'd be nice and let him talk with you."
"Why can't he use his own torturer?" I ask. I don't like working with people from other businesses. They're too picky and like to watch; I'm more of a "work alone" type of guy.
"Just do your job and stop asking the fucking questions," Sin says, his brows furrowing. Val laughs beside me. Rolling my eyes, I turn around and head towards the barn again. Pulling the door open the heat coming out from inside hits me like a ton of bricks I don't close it all the way to helpfully keep it cool.
What did I come in here for? I ask myself. This is getting too fucking irritating. As soon as I see Bex I need to ask her about the medication again. SHIRT! I CAME FOR A SHIRT!
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~Vina's POV~

I didn't like waking up alone in the morning without Idris. I could hear footsteps continuously waking past the door, making me nervous that someone would walk in. Every few minutes I'd get up to check to make sure the lock is still turned and the deadbolt is set. As soon as I got out of bed my ankles started to kill me and look swallow around the sides. Thankfully I didn't have any nausea and was able to get dressed without too much back pain.
Someone knocking on the door makes me jump and shoot up from my laying position on the bed. "Come in!" I say loudly for them to hear me, tucking my hair behind my ears. My legs dangle off the edge of the bed, my feet not hitting the ground due to my short height. Sin steps in, shitting the door quiet out behind him.
His style today is caught somewhere before casual and business. He wears a ironed black button down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows to show off his arms and the few three buttons are left open. A simple silver chain hangs around his neck to the top of his check and another around his wrist but with Emmy and Evettes initials on an amulet.
He holds his arms out to me, handing me something folded. "Your dad brought you clothes before leaving...He didn't like the dress you were wearing last night at all," he explains with a laugh. My lips curve up into a smile as I take them. I unfold the folded red material, confused since I don't own anything like this. My brows pull together seeing how big it is and seeing a stain on the sleeve tells me it's my dads. He must have grabbed it on accident. Everything else is old clothes that I left before moving for my mom to wear since we aren't far off in sizes. Looking at the shorts, it clicks why he gave me the flannel. Sin laughs, realizing it too. "No matter how old you get he's always gonna be protective over you," he says with a laugh. "No shorts for you, missy."
"He didn't even have a problem with it when I was younger," I say, not seeing what the problem is now. I guess with age he's becoming a prude. Then again though, I never tried wearing shorts that often. "Thank you," I say. After last night there's a lingering tension between us. Why'd he have to kiss me and screw up the clean break we had?
"It's no problem, I just wanted to get to you before Idris comes back from the barn," he says, scratching the back of his neck. "I-I also wanted apologize for last night too. I was drunk and shouldn't have kissed you."
"Are you really sorry, though?" I ask, raising my brows. He pauses, darting his grey eyes to the side. His silence is enough of answer for me.
"No, but I'm blaming it on the alcohol and don't want it to be weird between us," he says, gesturing to the empty space between our bodies. "I don't want you to think I was using your vulnerability as an in to kiss you." That idea hadn't come to mind until right now.
"I didn't think that. I honestly just thought it was a drunk mistake," I tell him.
"It was, but I'm not going to lie, I probably would have done it if I was sober too. It's hard for me to hide how I feel towards you, Corey. God help me if-"
"God help you if what?" A deep voice says from the doorway. Sin steps to the side to see, letting me have a view of Idris. The pissed off look on his face almost makes me wish I could still be hiding behind Sin. He raises his brows, moving his head to the side. "Why don't you finish what you were telling her? Did I ruin you guy's little moment?"
"You're supposed to be talking with-"
"I already did, he'll have the guy in the barn in an hour," he says, annoyed that the subject has been changed. His eyes roll over to me and his shoulders slump. "Come on, Vina. I'll take you home," he says, gesturing me over with his head. He doesn't sound too bad, his tone calm but maybe too calm.
"Okay," I mumble, standing up with the folded clothes in my hands. Heading towards the bathroom, I'm immediately amazed when stepping inside. Although, I would never want something so luxurious, the bathroom is beyond beautiful. There's a Victorian styled, baby blue wallpaper with a chandelier falling down the center of the ceiling. The tile is white with some kind of gold swirled around that looks like glitter. The shower is huge and there's a separate bath in the far corner next to a tall plant.
I slip out of the dress from yesterday, happy to have it off once again and change into what my dad brought. Looking at myself in the mirror, I try putting oversized flannel on but immediately don't like the feeling of the loose material hanging from my arms. Taking it off, I tie it around my waist which it's a little too long for but at least it's comfortable. I use the hair tie around my wrist to throw my hair up in a bun before walking back into the room.
Sin is gone, just Idris standing in the same position and spot he was in before like some kind of stone statue. He stays quiet until I'm in front of him waiting for him to say something but instead just turns around and grabs my wrist to pull me along with him. It's difficult for me to keep up with his fast pace, having to run a few steps so I'm not behind him. All the men walking up and down the halls and staircase when we get to the main living area let's me know I wasn't just hearing things this morning in front of the door.
"Your dad and Alaric dropped the car off this morning," Idris says, swinging the door open. It's colder outside than I was expecting, light strands of loose hair from my bun flying around with the wind around my face. Val gives me a small wave when we walk past, his expression softening then going back to cold within a second since he's in front of his men. It amazes me how quickly these guys can switch off their emotional or at least act like they have none but then can also be some of the sweetest people.
Idris opens the door for me and gestures me with his hand to get in. I look at him nervously as I do so, waiting for the door to slam shut with aggression but it doesn't. He walks around the car with a far away look on his face, hands tucked into his pockets. I snap my head forward when he gets in, tapping my fingers on my thighs. Without a word, he turns the car on and starts turning around to get on the road.
"Are you mad at me?" I ask, my voice small. He shakes his head, his finger pressed against his lips as he stares intensely at the road. A think lump grows in my throat. "L-last night I couldn't fall asleep, so I walked around and Sin and I started talking in the backyard..." I wait for some kind of reaction but he stays emotionless. "Everything was fine but then he kissed me. I-I immediately pushed him away and w-went in."
His jaw clenches, at least showing some kind of reaction. Licking his lips, he turns his head to look at me briefly but still doesn't say anything. Leaning my head back, I let my eyes close softly. "Por favor, querido señor, no puedo soportar que este hombre esté enojado conmigo en este momento *Please dear lord, I can't take this man being mad at me right now,*" I pray under my breath.
"What?" He says harshly. My eyes snap open, brows pulling together in alarm. "Did you say something?" He asks softer this time but I can tell it's forced. He would be yelling right now if he didn't know it terrifies me.
"I was praying," I mumble, my cheeks heating up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away but you were asleep and weren't there when I got up. I couldn't kick Sin out of the room either, it's his house," I tell him, hoping to ease some of his anger. His hands hold the steering wheel tighter. "I don't want you to be mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you; you've seen me mad at you, you know this isn't it," he says, his shoulders slumping.
"I-It still seems like you're mad...just in a more silent way which somehow feels worse," I say. He reaches over and places his hand on my hand that's tapping away on my thigh, bringing them over to his lips and kissing the back of it.
"I'm not mad at you, just Sin. He shouldn't have talked to you and sure as hell shouldn't have came to you this morning-"
"But you shouldn't be mad at him either, Idris," I tell him. His eyes narrow at the road. "He hardly did anything wrong and knowing you, you'll take whatever punishment you have planned for him too far. It was just a small kiss and it didn't last for longer than a second. He was drunk and didn't know what he was doing: he apologized to me this morning, that's also why he came in the room."
"Are you seriously defending him right now?" He says, dropping my hand. My chest tightens. "You're married and knowing that he still kissed you! You didn't do anything wrong but now-now you fucking are."
"No, I'm trying to avoid problems. I'm sure it was my dad who probably told him to bring my clothes to me otherwise it would have been one of his maids. Stop being such a-a..." His brows raise and he snaps his head my way for a second.
"A what? An asshole? Just say it," he says rolling his grassy eyes. My lips press together in a firm line, my fists clenching with irritation. I never get mad at him back, I mean I do but I never want to literally throw a fist.
"Yes, you're being an asshole, so stop!" I say, my voice raising. As soon as the words leave my mouth I feel bad even though he brought it upon himself. This is why I don't say mean things! Crossing my arms, I look out the window forcing myself not to apologize because I know I'm in the right. Of course, I can see where he's coming from but I can't help but find his reasoning immature.
"Whatever," he sighs, resting his arm on the divider. Watching the cars pass by I try taking deep breaths, feeling my heart beating faster than normal. This isn't good for the baby or me, my doctor told me not to put myself under any stress but here I freaking am. I can't even tell if it's my fault, part of me now feels guilty for defending Sin just because of the problems it's caused but I know how worse it could have been for Idris and Sin if I let it go on.
"How are the kids?" I ask, trying to change the subject. He doesn't answer, just keeps his attention in the road with his mouth clamped shut. Silent treatment, great. Not wanting him to bad mad at me any longer, I try grabbing his hand but he whips it back and places it on the wheel. I'm in trouble.
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Two & a Half Weeks Later