I wake up in the morning in an empty bed. Christine's still asleep, or else she'd be whining in her crib. I slip on a shirt and I walk out of the room to find Xavier's office door closed with light coming from beneath the door. I walk in and he has a pained expression on his face. "Xavier, what's the matter?" I say, walking behind his desk to sit on his lap. He doesn't say anything as he sits there, staring off. "Xavier, you can talk to me, I promise." I reassure him as I rub his cheek, standing next to him. He suddenly starts crying, making me walk in front of him to straddle his lap and hug him back. "Let it out baby. Let it out." I say, letting him cry on my chest. He hugs me tight, burying his face in my shirt. I run my fingers through his hair, soothing him, and he starts to sniffle, calming down while he lets me go. "Can we talk now? Do you want to talk about it?" I ask him, raking my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. "There was a ... a bombing in Las V
Xavier looks at me blinking back anger, but he can't keep it in as a lethal look paints across his face. 'I'm gonna fucking kill him." he says, looking straight into my eyes, letting me know he's completely serious. "I'm serious, Dionne. Don't you try and stop me because I don't know what I'll do to you if you're caught in the crossfire. You take our child and don't come anywhere near me and Liam because today, he's dying by the hands of me. I'm not fucking joking." he says, giving Christine to me and grabbing his pistol, walking out of his office to find Liam. I go downstairs to warn the others as they sit in the living room eating. "Xavier's gonna kill Liam." I say, crying as I rock with Christine. "Are you fucking serious?" Kayno says, shocked. "We need to stop him-" 'We can't. Xavier's a monster when he's angry. Whatever Liam's done, he deserves what Xavier's giving him. Liam takes it too far with Xavier and if he says he's gonna kill him, he's going to, and he'll kill anyone
Xavier scans the room for any cameras and he finds one in the corner of the room, one in the corner on the ceiling of the bathroom, one in the shower, and one in the closet. "He had the whole room bugged." Xavier says, sighing and plopping down on the bed, running both his hands through his hair with his head down. "I should've known." Xavier says, closing his eyes with regret lacing them. "You couldn't have." I say, putting Christine down and walking over to sit on the bed and rub the back of his neck with my thumb. "But I could've, Dionne." he says, shaking his head. "The moment you said you were uncomfortable with him, I should've taken every precaution I could to keep you safe, and comfortable. But I made things spiral. I'm sorry." "Xavier you have nothing to apologize for. You can't carry all that unnecessary weight on your shoulders, it's only gonna stress you. This was never your fault, do you understand me?" I say, rubbing his back with my eyebrow arched up at him. He looks
Xavier's POV: We arrive at the ball and I carry Christine on my arm as I pocket my keys, me and Dionne walking in, cameras flashing and paparazzi asking questions. When we enter the ballroom, Dionne smiles and lets go of my arm, running into the crowd. "Dionne?" I say, confused, a small sense of urgency in my tone. I follow her in and she hugs her brother, squealing in excitement. "Anthony!" she says, kicking her feet excitedly. "It hasn't been that long, Dionne." he says, smiling. "Still! I miss you guys every time you leave." she says, getting down and fixing her dress. "Patrick, you look nice. Real handsome." "For the first time ever." Anthony snickers, him and Dionne picking at him. "Yeah, yeah. This look took me two hours, so this is the best Patrick you're gonna get." he says, chuckling. "Xavier." Anthony says, shaking my hand. "Anthony. How's ruling going for you?" "Man, it's a struggle, I don't see how you make it out alive every day." he says, rubbing the back of his
We walk to the bathroom and we quietly enter, careful not to let anyone hear us. We listen in on the conversation that starts. "Kendall? Why are you here?" Dionne asks, standing at the mirror, checking her makeup and washing her hands. "Same as everyone here. I'm a part of this mafia too. You forgot?" "No. I just don't care." Damnit. Dionne and that smart mouth *internally slaps forehead *. Kendall pushes the knife to her side and my eyes dart to the hand she's holding it with. "Xavier loved me first, y'know." Kendall says. Dionne sighs and turns around. "Kendall, it doesn't matter. He's moved on. He's happy now. You should try and do the same. I don't care, okay? We're not gonna talk about this because as I've mentioned sixty times already, I really don't care. Now if you'll excuse me, my husband and daughter are waiting." she says, walking by her. In a fit of rage, Kendall swings the knife at Dionne, sending my mind into fight or flight mode. I pounce out and I kick Kendall in
Dionne's POV: He knows what he's doing to me. Ask me what's wrong with that grin thingy that he does, knowing I'm half naked and easily turned on. But I can't complain now. I'm already horny. I try my best to distract myself from the feeling, but when I'm done wrapping his shoulder, he grabs my waists with a firm grip and starts to kiss and lick my neck, giving me a hickey there. I bite my lip and I pant out little moans, my knees going weak as I get lightheaded and dizzy, holding on to his neck to try and maintain my balance. "Xavier ... " I moan, winded and breathless. "What's the matter?" he asks, smiling against my skin, biting at it. He grabs my thigh and pulls it up to his hip, making me sit down on his lap as he kisses the breath out of me. The top of his shirt is unbuttoned, so as I grind on him, I slide my hands in his shirt, rubbing his chest as his strong hands rub my ass, his fingers brushing against my lips as they reach for an opening. He slides his fingers inside me,
I wake up the next morning and Xavier's not next to me. I get up and I put on some panties and sweatpants and I head downstairs to hear the boys talking amongst themselves. When I walk into the room, everyone goes quiet and Xavier turns around and looks at me. I can tell something's wrong. "Good morning." he says as the whole room looks off, not saying anything. I walk over to him and he grabs my hip and pulls me onto the couch with him, kissing my head and holding me tight. "What's wrong? Why's everyone so quiet?" I ask, awkwardly laughing and looking around. Amber sits with her hands in her lap and Riley has her face in her hands, crying. Camara hugs Z, sobbing quietly on his shoulder with his hand under her shirt, rubbing her back, consoling her. "Xavier? What's going on?" I ask, now worried. He turns me around to face him and he holds my hands in his as he looks me up and down, trying hard to fight back tears. "Why are you about to cry? Can you just tell me what's wrong? You're
8 months later I walk around the room as chains rattle, gloves hitting punching bags, arrows being shot, and a thousand other things go on around me. Christine crawls around in front of me, blabbering as she sits in front of me, reaching up for me to hold her. I pick her up and I sit her on my lap, smiling and bouncing her around as I play with her cheeks, making her laugh. "You ready to see daddy?" I say, smiling at her. "Dada!" she says back, putting her hands in the air. "Yeah!" I say back. I start to play peek-a-boo with her and she laughs, making me laugh. She lies on my stomach and taps it. "Bee-beeee!" she says, smiling. "Yeah, your brother and sister are in there!" I say, sounding shocked.Suddenly, I hear laughing and talking and I smile. Amber and Riley walk in, as they hold their arms open to hug me. "Dionne! You're about to pop!" Amber says. "The twins are getting bigger by the hour, seems like." I say, laughing as she hugs me. They don't see me as much since they m