So I had this all written out, and then accidentally deleted it all and couldn't get it back, was soo gutted and had to start again. This chapters pretty boring but I had to get this one done before I could move onto the exciting stuff, looks like this fic is gonna be longer than I thought, leave me reviews you lovely people!

Chapter 5

Brendan's pov

It's been a week since I came back from Ireland and still I feel like I'm dreaming every-time I wake up with him beside me, I had similar dreams when I was in jail only to wake up to the empty cell and the feeling that my heart had just been ripped out all over again.

I wake this morning with Steven's eyes burning holes into my skin and when I open my eyes, he blushes a little before grinning widely, like he gets exactly how I feel, that we both can't believe we've managed to get back together yet again.

"Watching me sleep eh?" I ask trying to sound creeped out by that but not managing to keep the smile off my face.

"Makes a change from it being the other way around dunnit?" he replies back full of attitude. I don't bother denying it, we both know it's true. He maybe doesn't know how true it is, that after I know he's asleep I can sit for ages just watching him, the way his eyelids flutter and everytime it happens I pretend I'm asleep incase he wakes up, but it's not very often that he does. In the early stages there was one thing I noticed, even in his sleep the boy has a fucking pout on him.

"I gotta go for a shower." he says, bringing me out of my daze. "Got to open up today, Tonys still not well."

"I'll join ye in the shower." I say pushing the covers off me to reveal my naked body, not even attempting to cover my semi-erect penis. He bites down on his lip while enjoying the view,

"We really shouldn't." he says weakly and I can already see his resolve crumbling.

"..but we could." I say raising an eyebrow and backing him against the bedroom door, he turns his face away so he doesn't have to look me in the eye, "Think about how good it was the last time." I whisper in a low whisper.

"Bren!" he shouts pushing me back when he starts to lick my neck, "Seriously we can't do this now, I'm in a hurry."

"Fine." I grunt folding my arms and falling back against the bed, he sits on me grinning widely,

"I'll make it up to ya tonight." he says and it sounds like a promise. With that he gives me rough kiss on the lips and bounces off the bed, giving me a coy smile before he goes for a shower.

Something about Steven is off, I can tell he's hiding something and I've got a feeling it's to do with a man that's paid a few visits to the house but I've never seen him other than through the window. He looks like a big lump of a man, not fat but muscular, with a leather jacket clinging to him.

When I asked Steven who it was he made some excuse that the club had ran out of wine and the owner came over to ask if he could get some wine out of the hutch, I could tell it was a lie but I let him think I believed him.

I hear the shower turn on and can see Stevens phone sitting on the bedside table, not being able to help myself I make a grab for it and go into the texts, the usual suspects are there, Cheryl, Sinead, Amy, myself, Tony and Freddy who I'm sure is Sinead's husband, everyone of they names seem normal, a few people I don't know and then there's a Trevor.

'Come 2 the club pronto Stevie ;)' Is the top one but as I scroll through there's more and more.

One Steven sent saying 'the jobs done.'

To which he replied with, 'Good lad.'

I wonder what it is until a text makes it obvious, it's sent from Steven, 'Listen Trev, I've been dealing for the past two years non stop. I think it's time we call it quits.' To which got a reply saying

'The boss won't be happy.' I quickly exit out of the messages, Steven, MY Steven is drug dealing, putting himself in deep shit and being reckless. Plus not telling me fuck all about it. I can't help but feel betrayed.

That's why I shove a suit on, and am sitting ready when Steven comes into the living room wearing his work clothes.

"Someone looks good." he says pressing a kiss onto my cheek.

"Yeah?" I ask, trying to sound confident like I already know I look good but needing the reassurance from him, Steven is still a young lad especially compared to me, I'm not as young as I used to be and if the grey hairs I keep finding aren't anything to go by then the fact I'm losing shape is.

"Yeah." he grins and I believe him, don't know why but I do anyway. "Where ya goin anyway?"

"Was going to go for a job interview, after I walk ye to work." I tell him.

"A job?!" he asks, his voice high, "That's brilliant! Why didn't ya tell me you were applying?"

"Was a last minute decision and I didn't want ye gettin your hopes up." he tell him. Technically I'm not lying, I am going to see about a job he just doesn't know that it isn't really legal.

"Aww, we'll I'm sure they'll take ya!" he grins while grabbing my hand and giving it a tight squeeze and letting it drop again, "Lets get going." The walk to the hutch is filled by Steven blabbing about the hutch and how it's probably going to be mobbed all day.

"Well good luck for today." he says giving me a grin and a kiss on the lips before going in.

I turn my attention to the club, known as 'the loft' now, but to me it'll always be Chez Chez. I knock on the door and some blonde woman answers, a face like thunder on her, whos clearly had an overdose on Botox.

"What do you want?" she hisses and I think maybe she knows me but I doubt I'd forget someone that looked like her.

"I'm here to see Trevor." I say looking in the gap in the door above her head.

"What for?" she snaps at me.

"It's about buisness." I hiss back. That seems to change her mind as she opens the door wider for me and slams it shut behind her.

"He's in the office. That's upstairs." she explains to me like I need to be told.

"I know." I murmur as I make my way through the club, not being able to stop myself from staring at the exact spot where I last saw my dad. His cold, dead body lying on the floor, surrounded by a pool of blood. I shake the images from my head and barge into the office.

Sure enough the big rock guy is sitting behind the desk and looks up at me with a face full of rage. "Who are you?" he asks calmly while standing up and squaring his shoulders.

"Brendan Brady." I say giving him a grin and holding out my hand for him to shake, which he doesn't. "Okay, I guess ye don't shake hands then." I sigh while stuffing my hand back into my pocket.

"Well care to explain why your hear?" he snaps, finally loosing the calm expression that he previously had.

"I believe ye know Steven Hay?" I ask to which he nods, "Funny that, he's resigned and will no longer be doing your dirty work."

He starts laughing, before a serious look goes onto his face, "Oh your being serious?" he asks like that part wasnt obvious, "See the problem is Stevie is good at what he does, what do you have to offer me that will change my mind?"

"I'll do it instead." I say immediately, he makes a gesture with his hands that tells me I've to continue, "If ye leave him out of this, I'll do whatever ye want, whenever ye want."

"What's he to you? You don't look like the sort that likes to get there hands dirty, why would you do it for a scrote like him?" he asks and I almost deck him then and there but hold back.

"I don't have anything to lose." I say, apart from Steven, "He has kids, a buisness."

"I get that, but why?" he asks seeming intrigued.

"Ye want to know the truth?" I ask him and he nods, he'll find out sooner or later, hollyoaks is known for its gossip so I might aswell tell him myself. "Ye better get a bottle of whiskey then."

Ste's pov

I've been run off my feet all day but when I feel my phone vibrating I go into the back to answer it, it's Trevor.

"What?" I ask as soon as I answer the phone.

"Good news Stevie boy." he says sounding smug, "You are no longer needed for any deals."

"What?" I ask not quite believing him.

"You heard me." he says and I can hear the smug smile in his voice, "Your debt has been paid off, truth be told I should have let you off ages ago."

"Are you being serious?" I ask quietly.

"Yep. You've done a good job for me over the past couple of years, so your always welcome at the club. Drinks are on the house." he says, and I wonder why but I don't need to ask twice. There's no longer anything that can make me feel guilty about keeping this from Brendan, all the secretiveness and sneaking about can stop, maybe now we might actually get our happy ending.