Nick packed his things and listened to music as he geared up to go to Chicago for a few weeks, there was a big trade coming up and he was ordered to go down and see that it one, got there and two, and most important, that the N42 was paid what they requested. He put a case of bullets into the bottom of his suitcase and stuffed the gun in his pocket. Seeing as the N42 had enough money to end world hunger and was a nationwide gang, they had private jets, so having a gun in your pocket wouldn't make you a terrorist. If you were to walk through American Airlines for example with a 49 caliber in your pocket, you'd be pinned down and prosecuted right on the scene. Six weeks ago, he would've never been chosen to oversee a project this big, but ever since Miley and he stopped talking five weeks ago, his association with the gang had increased and his operations had gotten bigger along with that.
Joe sighed and watched as Nick packed his things, he watched as his little brother stuffed a gun into his pocket as if it was nothing and winced as realized that these last few moments he had with him could be the last time he'd see Nick again. Joe didn't know what Nick was doing, he just knew that it was dangerous. Again, the guilt came on as he realized that if it hadn't been for his stupidity and shyness that Nick wouldn't have been in this mess, he would've been.
"You know, you could stay," the older brother recommended, thoguh he knew that this was something Nick couldn't say no to or else Devlin and the other head members would question his loyalty.
"It'll be fine, Joe, alright? I'll be back in five weeks tops and I'll call you whenever I can," he zipped his large black suitcase and picked up a picture of Miley and him that rested on his bedside table. Joe had taken the photo, Nick was leaning up against the bottom of a rocky oceanside cliff and Miley was resting on his chest, her body in between his legs. His arms were wrapped around her sides and his hands were folded together at her stomach. The photo had been taken a few feet away, capturing the two best friends along with the tide and the sunset background. He took the picture out of the frame and put it in his back pocket.
"Dude, you're going to leave without saying goodbye to her?"
"I haven't said anything to her in the past five weeks. She won't talk to me," he snapped, "what am I supposed to say, 'I know we aren't friends anymore, but I'd just like to tell you that I'm going to be gone for a few weeks in Chicago trading a crate of drugs that's coming off a boat with another gang'. Come on, Joe, you're smart. Think before you speak." His voice was sharp and angry, he let out a sigh and looked at his brother, "I'm sorry," he said weakly.
"It's okay. I get it. I'm there with Demi too. Not as intensely, but it's about the same. But look, you and Miley are best friends, okay? I don't care if you're not on speaking terms at the moment. You should talk to her, weather it's when you come back or before you leave, something has to happen because right now, you're both miserable and that's just not fun for anyone," Joe explained, hoping that things could mull over with his best friend and brother, his two confidants.
"Look," he sighed, "just look after her when I'm gone, okay? Since I'm not going to be in town, enemies might start to come knocking on her door again and last time, she was terrified for weeks, so please, jus-"
"Don't worry, I've got it. No one will hurt her. But umm... I have to go. I'm supposed to meet with my study group later," he lied, "have a good trip, if I don't see you before you leave and remember to call, okay?"
He wrapped his arms around him in a big bear hug and Nick wrapped his arms around him too, hugging back. Though it was unspoken words, they were both curious as to weather or not that was the last hug that they would ever share. After a few moments, they pulled away and Joe walked out. Taking a taxi, he went to Miley's apartment and knocked on the door. Eventually, Miley opened the door wearing a pair of sweats and a white v-neck tee, that was clearly Nick's.
"Joe," she smiled lightly, "h-"
"Nick's in a gang," he blurted before he covered his mouth, "shoot! That's not how I wanted you to find out," he sighed, "I didn't mean to spring it on you like that, I had a whole speach planned out."
"W-What," Miley asked confused.
Leading her over to the couch, he explained to her all of the details that he knew about Nick's involvement in the N42. How he was branded into the gang when he was just a kid, everything that Joe knew about Nick's tasks in the gang, and how Chicago was expecting a boat of drugs that Nick was going to help trade. Miley just listened and tried to wrap her head around the information. Never had she ever thought that the words "gang" and "Nick" would be put in the same sentence. Unless the sentence was along the lines of "Nick is not in a gang" or "Nick and the gang..." that gang being she, Demi, and Joe. She was shocked and speechless, not knowing what to say.
"He leaves tomorrow," Joe added.
The blue eyed woman nodded and stood up, "thanks...for telling me..." she responded awkwardly, "I um... I should go study for our finals." And with that, she went into her room and didn't come out.
Joe groaned and left. He wasn't sure if he'd made the right decision or not, but at least now she knew. Going back to Nick's, he knocked on the door and waited for Nick to answer. Once he did, he saw the guilt in Joe's eyes and paused, "what'd you do?"
"I told her," he muttered quietly. If he was a dog, his tail would be tucked into his legs right now and his head would be down, as if he'd broken the family's favorited lamp. However in this case, he may've broken Nick and Miley's friendship forever.
Nick shook his head, "no you didn't. I know you didn't. Because after everything I've done for you, that would just be unfair and an awful thing to do. So I know that you didn't because you're not like that."
"I'm sorry," Joe apologized, his voice almost inaudible.
Nick stalled and just stared at his older brother hurt, "why? What made you go and do that? What could've possibly made you to do that?"
"I thought she should know."
"That wasn't your place."
"I though it'd make things better."
"You're supposed to be the smartest guy I know," Nick groaned, "yet that was just the dumbest move in the entire book. If she opens her mouth and tells anyone else, she's dead, do you realize that? They'll rape her and then they'll pop a bullet into her skull."
"She knows better than to talk. Plus, she didn't seem to believe it anyways."
Nick sarcastically laughed and shook his head, "because she thinks I walk on water! In her eyes, I'm perfect and now, now everything's just ruined."
Joe groaned, "I'm sorry! Look, just go over there and talk to her! She's not Devlin, alright? She doesn't just carry guns around, the worst she could do to you is slap you and slam the door in your face."
"Yeah, after telling me that she never wants to see me again."
Joe paused, "but she's already said that..."
Nick sighed, "yeah, I guess you're right."
"I know. Now go," he sighed pushing his brother through the door.
Nick groaned, "I hate you," he said, obviously being facetious, and walked out. The only light that danced down on the streets and sidewalks of the city were streetlights and lights from cars. It had turned ten when Nick made it to Miley's house. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, only to feel the cold metal of his weapon, he kicked himself for forgetting it was there and stuffed it in the bushes, not wanting it to go into Miley's. Trudging his feet into the elevator, he pressed the third floor and waited. Claiming that Nick was nervous was a large understatement, he was shaking and his head was whirling. When the elevator opened, he got off and walked up to her door.
Knocking, he sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Miley had just finished her dinner and had been watching a television show when Nick knocked. Grabbing her gun, hesitant of life since Joe had told her about Nick, she opened the door and tightened her grip on the revolver, hiding it behind her back. Seeing Nick, she held the gun up, her hands shaky.
"Go away," she ordered terrified.
Nick looked at her confused, wondering when she'd gotten a gun, "Mi, come on. I'm not going to hurt you."
Miley hesitated, but kept the weapon up as she looked into his eyes, "I said go away!"
Guessing that it wasn't loaded, he walked in and took the gun from her hands. He shut the door and locked it before putting the gun on the kitchen counter and looking at her, "I'm not going to hurt you," he repeated, "you know that."
"Do I? Because I thought I did. I thought that you would never hurt me, but here I am, being cooped up in my room, wearing sweats and your shirts all them time, trying to do anything to feel better, but I can't because you hurt me. And then, your brother tells me that your in a gang and I start to question ever single second that we ever spent together! Every second! Do you know what that's like?!"
He sighed, "Mi..."
"No, no, don't 'Mi' me!"
He sighed again and put his hand on her waist. She felt the warmth of his hand and tensed up a bit, "s-stop, don't touch me."
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he stepped closer to her, "for everything, I'm sorry sorry," his voice broke a bit as a tear fell from his cheek. He quickly wiped it away, "something in my eye," he explained, though she knew he was lying. She bit her lip, wanting to give into him, but knowing that he had lied to her. "Miley, I swear to you, I never wanted to break your heart. If it was up to me, which it isn't, I wouldn't be in a gang and you've would've been my girl a long time ago. But it's not up to me," he repeated, "it's not, and that's just simply how my life has to be, and I'm sorry for that too."
"Stop saying stuff like that. Stop lying to me."
"I'm not lying. Miley," he looked into her eyes, "I love you."
She crossed her arms, "yeah, right," she said sarcastically.
"Yeah...right..." he nodded, "Miley, I do. I love you. I've always loved you and we have tonight and that's it so you can kick me out, you can tell me that you love me, if you do, or we could just catch up, but at least I can leave tomorrow and know that you know how I feel and how sorry I am. Well, maybe not how sorry I am, but that I'm sorry...really, really, really, sorry."
She looked up at him, "and why should I believe any of this?"
"Because, Mi," he sighed, "it's me. It's Nick. You know me better than-"
"You know yourself," she asked finishing his sentence, "yeah, I thought I did too, but I don't."
"No, you may not've known everything, but you still know me better than anyone else, even Joe. Come on," he sighed, "please, we have this night."
She bit her lip, "fine." She looked down, "have a safe flight..." she went into her room and shut the door behind her.
Nick's heart broke as he watched her walk away, he wanted to scream, to fight for her, but he knew that her stubbornness would win if he did or didn't fight for her to stay. He sighed and walked out of the apartment. Walking down the hall, he heard footsteps behind him and turned around confused. Miley was running towards him, full speed, and when she got to him, she put her hand on the back of his neck and stood up on her tippy toes, she looked into his eyes for a moment before she shut them as their lips met in a soft, loving kiss. He picked her up so her legs were wrapped around his waist and rubbed her side as they gently kissed. Walking into her apartment, he shut the door and locked it, never breaking the kiss.
After a while, Miley pulled away for air and rested her forehead on his, "I love you too," she whispered putting her hand on his cheek and kissing him again, "just tonight," she whispered, "just tonight." She kissed him again as she gently rubbed his cheek.
Miley breathlessly landed on the bed without breaking the kiss and pulled Nick down with her. Their breaths hitched as their hands traveled down each other's bodies. Nick began to undress Miley, taking off one article of clothing at a time, exploring her skin, running his fingers down her, finding her weak points and placing scattered kisses all over. Miley pulled the white tee over his head and ran her hands down his chiseled chest, tracing his muscles and planting kisses on his warm skin. Fumbling with his belt buckle, Nick helped her, removing the accessory and throwing it to the ground, a loud thud was heard as the leather smacked the floor, but they were too busy with the other to care. Soon, his jeans were off, leaving Miley in her black lace underwear and Nick in his gray boxer briefs.
He placed his forehead on her's while he hovered over her, attempting to catch his breath, he looked into her eyes and she looked into his, "a-are you sure," the bad boy whispered huskily.
She nodded and put her hand on the back of his neck, pulling his head down, she bit her lip and whispered into his ear one simple command that gave him the go ahead, "make love to me."
With that, he kissed her neck, attempting to find her sweet spot, when she let out a loud cry, he knew he found it and as he sucked it lightly, she turned her head to grant him more access.
"I love you so much," he whispered onto her skin.
She smiled, her hand snaked down his back, rubbing it lightly. The words, "I love you too," ran off her lips, letting out another moan, she arched her back, and played with the waistband of his briefs.
His mouth began to make a faint trail of kisses down her neck and chest, a soft giggle from Miley echoed through the apartment, Nick smiled and stopped lining kisses when he got to the waistband of her underwear.
"Take it off," she whispered
Obeying her orders, he grabbed the garment with his teeth and gently slid it down her leg, lightly scraping his teeth seductively down her leg as he dragged the material. Once it was off, he placed a trail of kisses up her body, by the time he reached her lips, Miley had already grabbed ahold of his briefs with her toes and had slid them down, running her feet ghostly down his legs. When they landed on the floor, he kissed her lovingly and spread her legs, putting one on his shoulder and one on his waist. Pulling away, his eyes met hers again, asking for approval one last time. She bit her lip and nodded, placing her lips on his again.
He pulled away one last time and groaned quietly, "we need protection."
"I'm on the pill," she explained.
Nick looked at her confused, "you have sex?" A pang of jealous hit his gut and he looked down at her bare stomach.
Miley laughed and hit his arm, "if you must know, it's for my period. I haven't had sex since senior year of high school with…"
His brown eyes widened, "w-wow. That's a really long time."
"I know," she smirked, "so you better make it good," she laughed, teasingly, already knowing from his boastful stories that he's made girls scream before.
"You know I will," he smirked cockily.
She hit his arm again and brought her hand down to his manhood, until her hand wrapped around his hard rod, though she knew he was turned on, she hadn't realized how big and thick, or how hard he frugally was. He bit his lip and moaned, her hand traveled up and down, squeezing as he went. Sinking his head into her breasts, she gasped as he worked wonders with his lips, teeth, tongue, and mouth in general. When they were both at their weakest points, Nick looked into her eyes and entered his shaft into her core. She let out a whimper as he tore her skin, a tear ran down her cheek and she winced.
He paused, realizing he was hurting her, "I can stop if you want me to."
She quickly shook her head, "no," she begged, "don't. Just go."
Intertwining their fingers, he extended his arms so that their hands were resting above her head on either side. Starting at a slow pace, he slowly went in and out, letting her files get used to him. After a few times, pleasure substituted the discomfort and she let out a moan, arching her back yet again. Smiling, he increased his pace a bit, sliding in and out of her wet folds quicker.
"Faster," she pleaded as her hips started to move with his.
Moving his hips quicker, he went as fast as he could. Letting out a moan, he kissed her neck as he whispered sweet things into her ears. Moments later, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he found her spot.
"Don't stop," she cried, "Nicky, I'm gonna..." she gasped.
"Wait, not yet," he said quietly, moving into a better position, he put his hands back on her hips and went so hard that the sound of their skin hitting each other could be heard throughout the apartment. Her legs tightened around his waist as a scream and then calls of his name erupted from her lips when her earth shattering orgasm occurred. Nick watched her face contort as he too threw his head back and moaned her name as he succumbed to the intensity of the situation.
After, he collapsed onto her chest as they stayed connected. Miley whimpered while her body shook from the aftershock of her orgasm.
"I love you," he panted onto her skin. His chin rested on her shoulder while his lips were directed toward her ear.
Another tear escaped her tired eyes, "don't leave," she pleaded, "please don't leave."
He intertwined their legs and moved his head to look into her eyes, "don't think about that, baby," he whispered placing a gentle kiss onto her lips.
"I love you," she whispered, watching him wipe away her tears, "I love you more than anything."
"Not as much as I love you," he whispered stroking her hair.
She flipped them over and pulled him out of her, but realizing that she enjoyed the contact too much, she put him back in and laid beside him so that he was lying on his side facing her and she was lying on her side facing him. Her leg rested on his hip and his leg weaves in between her legs so that they were still connected.
Their eyes met and she bit her lip, "at least let me come with you."
"It's too dangerous, beautiful," he explained while he stroked her hair.
Too tired to argue, she buried her head into his chest and fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her. Again, she felt at home. And though she knew that the feeling would leave again in a few hours, she didn't want to think about that. She just wanted to think of the present, of right then, she just wanted to think of how she'd just made love to the man she loves, and nothing else. She wanted to fall asleep in those strong arms of his, with their legs bound together, and their bodies connected. Actually, Miley wanted to freeze time and stay with Nick holding her like this forever, but the reality was that there was a tomorrow. And tomorrow, though neither of them wanted to face it, he'd be getting on a plane and flying to Chicago, leaving each other once again.
A/N: So, here's another chapter :) How'd you guys like it? Please tell me in a review! And thank you for all your other reviews too! How's school going for you guys? I started Wednesday :/ Senior year though, so that's a plus! :) Have a fantastic weekend and I'll try to post soon! :)