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Chapter 6
Ste's pov
When I get back into the flat I'm met with silence and I groan when I think that the house is empty until I see Brendan laid back on the couch, his eyes softening slightly when he notices I'm there.
"So how'd the interview go?" I ask him, completely clueless as to what job it was.
"I got the job." he said back, "It's at Chez Chez.. Well the loft."
Shit, this isn't good, "The club?! Are ya sure that's a good idea?"
"I can't be picky Steven I'm a criminal, there's not many people that will employ me." he tells me looking ashamed of himself, I want to tell him he shouldn't be,
"Bren ya can't work there.." I start to say but then I realise I can't exactly tell him about his boss being dodgy without telling him the whole story, and then I start to panic what if Trevor tells Brendan about me dealing for him?
"Ye can't tell me what to do Steven." he growls, "Plus we can't both live off of your wages."
"I could be your suga daddy." I say letting out a laugh when I see his eyes widen, "I'm only joking Bren, are ya really sure ya want to work there again though?" I ask hoping he'll change his mind.
"It isn't going to be forever, just until I get back on my own two feet." he says softly, I just hope that Trevor doesn't get him doing his dirty work, right enough I doubt Brendan would do anything for him, he's to alpha male to do anyone's dirty work.
I kick my shoes and Brendan moves his legs to give me a space on the couch, "So how was work?" he asks, subtly changing the subject.
"Mobbed, Tonys off tomorrow aswell." I groan, knowing I'm going to be running the kitchen more or less myself.
"Whys he slacking so much?" he asks me.
"He isn't, he's just had a rough time.." I start but then I just spit it out, "He had cancer right, he can't overwork or else it might come back."
He raises an eyebrow at that, "Ye think it's came back again?"
"Well.. Maybe, he's just not well the now and I don't want him pushing it too far just incase." I say, "I owe him, he's the only one that's helped me no matter what, when I were a wee scally who nobody had time for he gave me a chance. I had never had anything like that before."
"So you feel indebted to him?" Brendan asks, seems interested for some reason.
"Well yeah but that's not why I'm doin it, is it? He's me mate, a good one." I tell him and he nods his head, "Ya hungry?" I ask, I'm about to stand up when he stops me.
"Well get a takeaway, ye need to relax." he tells me then a guilty look passes across his face, "I'm working tonight, so I won't be in until late."
"Em alright." I say, can't really moan about it, I'm constantly out working so it would be hypocritical if I did.
"What time D'ya start at?" He still has that guilty look, the same one he used to have when he gave Leah and Lucas sweets before bed. Not as guilty as when he hit me or when he pushed me away, a kind of guilt that's normal for relationships. That word normal still sounds alien, especially when it comes to me and Brendan.
"At Nine.." he says and I realise why he feels so guilty, that's an hour away , which means we won't have any time together until tomorrow after I finish, if he isn't working that is. I can't complain though because I'm just as much to blame about it as he is.
"Alright, I'm just gonna have an early night anyway." I tell him with a small smile, "What D'ya fancy phoning in?" I ask changing the subject.
"Anything, you pick." he says, returning the smile before giving me a kiss on the lips and pushing me back so that I'm lying on the couch.
"Bren." I gasp, pulling away "We don't have time.."
"Yeah we do." he says with a filthy smile on his face, slowly spreading into a grin before he goes in for another kiss. This one deeper and rougher than before, he grips my hip with one of his hands while the other ones grasping my chin, I start to tug at his shirt, willing the buttons to come undone and they do when I start to work on them, trying to take it slower and be gentle but unable to keep the tremble out of my hands and the desperateness.
He pulls away and whips my top over my head before kissing and licking down my chest and abs, "This." kiss "Is all." kiss "I thought about." lick and a bite, "For the past." another bite, "Three fucking years." he makes quick work on my trousers, pulling them down to my knees. Before licking along the length of my cock through the linen boxers, I hiss at the sensation and dig my nails into his shoulders through his shirt, which he shrugs off.
I pull him back towards me kissing him with as much force as he's kissing me, rolling over so that I'm ontop, sadly I forget that we're on the couch and we both end up on the floor but neither of us seem to care about that the now. I kiss him again, know for a fact I could never tire of kissing this man.
I feel his hands move to the globes of my arse, and he grabs it, rubbing my cheeks which gets him a moan in return from me, before whipping my boxers off and throwing them to the other side of my room.
One of his hands trail towards my opening, circling two fingers around it slowly, teasing me then without an ounce of mercy he thrusts them into me. Hitting my prostate like its a magnet to his fingers. He doesn't spend longer than necessary preparing me, even though I'm ontop he is still the one in control, it's what it's always been like with me and Brendan.
A few times he let me take the lead but even then he was in control. He obviously has enough of me being on top and roll me over so I'm underneath him, he pulls his trousers and boxers down as low as they can go in this position, he bites along at my neck while he pumps himself, he's already rock hard but then he covers himself in lube and I feel almost boneless.
He lines up before hammering straight home and it springs me into life, I can already feel my whole body tingling all over. I rock against him and he covers my mouth with his own, he might take the mickey out of how vocal I am but he should really hear himself. I remember mentioning it to him one morning and his cheeks had heated up with a light blush. He thrusts into me, completely filling me and I can't help but feel like this is right, no matter what's going on in our life's, this is the only thing that's always made sense between us.
He grips me tightly like he's afraid I'll slip away and I know the feeling. His kisses are so fierce but there's that weird tenderness in his eyes when he looks at me, and they shine reminding me of a sunny day, when you look up at the sky and it's clear blue. I can always tell how he's feeling by his eyes, maybe they are windows to our souls. When I come, the hot liquid splatters over Brendan's half un-done trousers and after five minutes of catching his breath he realises and looks up at me, pretending to act annoyed but I can see the corners of his lips tilted up in a playful smirk.
"I love you." I say, chocking on the emotion in my voice. He doesn't say it back, simply nods as though he's thinking about it and places a kiss on the tip of my nose.
He pulls away and I'm automatically filled with a coldness that I haven't felt in years. "I gotta go to work." he says, stripping his top off and not looking at me.
Within five minutes he's giving me a quick kiss and out the door, not looking back once. I've still not moved from the couch, still evidence of our latest escapade across my chest and I feel myself swallow the taste of bittersweet rejection.
Brendan's pov
I have to admit, this I've missed. The bustle of people in the club, the rush when you've got a que of people and need to get the drinks all sorted. It had never really being part of my job to serve behind the bar but I had enjoyed it. I can't help myself from thinking back to when I left Steven in the flat, he looked so fragile but at the same time I'm doing this because of him.
I'm not going to blame him for dealing, he was under pressure and I couldn't help when I was inside, but now I'm out and this Trevor needs to know that he won't get away with it again. He seems alright, a bit dodgy and you can tell he's had a rough upbringing but he doesn't seem manic at least.
He isn't like Simon Walker, who was an unpredictable fucker or Danny Houston who was just a complete and utter snake. He's a hardman and I wouldn't want to pick a fight with him but I wouldn't back down either.
I've been watching him, and the Botox woman who I now know is Grace. Trevor Royal and Grace Black, I also know that they are a couple. If not a couple then theres something there, and I know that she could be used against Trevor as a weakness. Not that that's what I've got in mind but just incase.
There's this other guy, seems like sort of grandad material, but I can tell that he's got something to do with this set-up they've got going on, he's Fraser Black, Grace's dad. The good thing about this is they think it's simple, I'm doing this to help out Steven, I don't have an ulterior motive.
They obviously don't know me, this is my club and after I take down every one of them I'll get it back. I wonder why this club always seems to attract gangsters and drug dealers or just drama.
I can't help the feeling that this place is mine and although I spent a small amount of my life here it's a big thing. The night goes by uneventful apart from a bust up between to blondes about god knows what, there's slight tension between Grace and Trevor and before she leaves I see them having a few words.
"Women you know?" he huffs at me when he realises I seen what went on, "Well obviously you don't really.."
"I've been with women before." I reply back dryly, giving him a small smile when he sits a tumbler of whiskey infront of me.
In no time the clubs still not ready for closing and were spaced out on either couch a bottle of whiskey between us, it's half two in the morning and I know that it's going to take double the time to walk home than what I normally would.
The good thing is that Trevor's spilling his guts, all about how someone had killed his father. Asking me what he should do to the person who he knows done it.
"Ye want my opinion?" I slur, "I killed my dad remember." He looks at me in shock, he's obviously heard about it but I'm guessing he wasn't expecting me to come out and say it.
After fifteen minutes of talking back and fourth about it he slips.
"He blamed it on someone else, and Grace backed him up, lied straight to my face.." he says and I can tell that for some weird reason this has wounded him.
"Ye know what I would do?" I say to him,
"What?" he asks clearing his throat.
"Go for revenge. Not only has he betrayed ye but then he didn't even have the balls to own up to it." I hiss at him, spilling the poison into his ears and almost seeing the ideas forming in his head.
"Grace.. She would never forgive me.." he says and his eyes widen at the fact I could put two and two together (which I already managed to do).
"Because it's her dad?" I ask him, he looks like he thinks about lying but then thinks better of it and nods. I shrug, "What she doesn't know can't hurt her right?" I question back.
As I walk out the club leaving him to ponder over what I've just said I can't help but think that phase one of my plan has been put into progress.
Ste's pov
I can't help but worry, it's 2:00am and Brendan still isn't back. I know the club can get busy but it's a weeknight and after living in this village for so long and previously working in the club I know that on a Tuesday night you can easily get out for this time.
Even if he has went out to blow off some steam then fair enough but he could at least return my text or phone calls. Instead I'm greeted with the same answer machine until eventually he seems to have had enough of me phoning and just turns his phone off.
So I leave the key in the door and lock it but quickly change my mind knowing that he would probably put a window in if it came to it. I laugh at the meal I left him sitting on the table for him to microwave, wondering why I even bother.
Thankfully the next time I open my eyes it's to a hushed whisper, "Ye really have no idea what ye mean to me, do ye?" it's Brendan and I can feel his breath hot against my face, his hands clammy on my neck and I frown before opening my eyes.
I wake up in a cover of darkness but I can still make out the shape of Brendan, I don't know if he realises I'm awake or not but he carries on talking and I let him. "Ye think that I'd leave ye, if ye knew how I felt you'd know I wouldn't willingly do it. Ye are my life."
"Bren.." I whisper back and feel him jump out of his skin. He switches the bedside lamp on, before looking at me wide eyed. I could question him, bring up what he's just said but instead I pull him into the bed.
"Did you get your dinner?" I ask him while he starts to strip out of his clothes, leaving on his boxers.
"Yep, chicken curry." he says and I wonder if he has actually ate it or if he just got a whiff of it when he came in. I decide right now I don't really care and turn the lamp off before burying my face into his chest.
When I wake up in the morning the space beside me is empty and cold, it could even pass as not being slept in.