Chapter 3

Wear me out – Skylar Grey

After Angeles showered, he bloody stayed – deciding he wasn’t done tormenting my hangover head enough. I had disappeared to my room and was currently just starring at myself in the mirror. I had showered right after him, a stupid mistake. The place smelt like him, my body just craving his more. He had even bloody left a foggy note on the mirror.

“Don’t imagine me in there” adjoined with a winky face. Asshole. Like I would actually have done that. His naked body under the water, toned, dark, gorgeous. Naked. So freaking delectable…

JENNY! Stop with this shit!

I groaned, combing my wet curls with my fingers. I could hear them. Hear my roommate giggling along with something my ex was saying. She was in so much danger and she didn’t even know it…

I gulped, my mind racing. At the moment one thought was clear.

If I left, he’d leave with me. He’d leave Serena alone and try and hunt me down once more. But this time he wasn’t going to find me. He couldn’t.

I’ll get plastic surgery, change my name. Do anything to rid myself from him. Nodding at myself in the mirror I grabbed my hoodie, throwing it on before placing my feet in some beat up Nikes. They were my favourite pair of shoes and I’d be damned if I left without them.

It didn’t take me long to pack. I grabbed my school backpack, throwing the contents out on my bed and replacing them with the essentials. Wallet, cell phone, laptop (can’t leave without that), a photo album, a photo frame with me and Serena and an extra pair of clothes. The rest I’d just have to buy. I didn’t really need anything else and if I did, I could just replace it.

I was about to leave when my eyes fell upon the teddy bear that always rested on my bed. Angeles had given it to me after he disappeared for a week. He had gang business to attend to and didn’t bother to tell me. So, I had given him the silent treatment. Who knew I was so weak to forgive him after one panda-looking teddy bear. Groaning, I grabbed it, stuffing it into my backpack.

An issue with me was that, well – I couldn’t sleep without it.

After scanning my room once more I felt a pang of sadness. Damn, I was a hoarder. Photos were scattered all over the place, my walls covered with them along with notes and momentous. It was insane. Clothes were spilling out of my closet, my mirror a note written on it from Serena reminding me to wear protection SHOULD I bring a guy home. Idiot…

Coffee mugs were strewn on my desk, study notes and textbooks all over that corner of my room. I was going to miss the hell out of this place. I was going to miss my crazy roommate and my crazy lecturers. My crazy ballistic party-mad roommate.

Gulping, I took a piece of paper, scribbling a quick note that I had went to visit my parents and placing it on my bed. Sorry Serena, but I need to keep you save.

I slid out of the room, closing the door behind me. Her bedroom door was closed which hopefully meant, the two were in there. Taking a deep breath I moved towards the front door, unlocking it and opening it as quietly as I could. Once it was closed I sprinted down the hallway, stomped down the stairs and rushed towards the parking lot. My poor old Mini-Cooper was probably covered in dust by now with my lack of driving it. It had been a gift from my parents when I had told him I was planning to go study across the country. I could only imagine what they’d do when they figure out I no longer studied and was basically on the run from my crazy ex-boyfriend.

I saw my car across the parking lot, a smile appearing on my face. So, so close to freedom. The parking lot was quite full, a lot of cars I would have to pass to get to mine. But I didn’t care, I was off to freedom. As I reached my car, I got out my keys, getting ready to open the door when hands suddenly latched onto my hip.

Shit… I knew it was too good to be true.

“You really thought this was going to work Angel? I invented this! You couldn’t have lost that much brain” he growled into my ear. I squirmed, gulping as he turned me around, my body still on his.

His eyes were smouldering, his emotions heightened. His hands were still on his hips, his thumb making slow circles on the skin. My t-shirt and jacket had risen, him having full access to that part of my body. A sick part of my kind of hoped he’d push it up even more or place his lips there, sucking and kissing. The more rational part of me thought of running. Lifting up my one hand I prepared myself for hitting him upside the head but Angeles – as always – was a lot quicker than me. He grabbed my hand, his enveloping mine. I gaped at the image, knowing that I was moments away from getting hurt so badly, it would drive me to even more insanity. Angeles was never one for mercy. NEVER.

And now that I had pissed him off, I just knew the torture he had in store for me just multiplied. Angeles covered the last part of space against us, our hips on one another’s. He rolled his forward, me sucking in a breath as warmth pooled in my stomach. Angeles leaned his head towards my side, his breath on my ear. My legs were slowly turning back into jelly, the sensations too much for my sick brain. His teeth latched onto my earlobe, the sting making me whimper.

“Glad to see you still react this way Angel” he whispered before clamping his teeth down harder, my gasping. With one more roll from his hips he released me, smirking with victory.

I was breathing hard, trying to get a grip.

“Get in the car”

XXX

Crazy in love – Harley and the Joker

Angeles never let me drink. It was something that frustrated me a lot. When we went out – which was quite a lot because he conducted a lot of business at clubs and bars – I was always sat stuck with soda and only sometimes, when he was being generous, a shot of vodka thrown into the mix. I was also always babysat during my club visits by Cole. Cole was Angeles’ third in command and well, he was always on babysitting duty when my boyfriend and Jackson were off making deals and killing people.

But then, one night, Angeles freed me from my bonds. It had been simple, we had entered the club, his body right behind mine. He was a clingy bastard and I loved it.

“Babe, go off and have fun alright? But stay in the club. I’ll be at that booth” he whispered, pointing to the red stained seats. He pinched my bum before slapping it, urging me further into the place.

“Wait, what?” I frowned, turning towards him.

“Go have fun. Drink, party, enjoy” he smiled, “Go before I change my mind”

A wide smile graced my lips, me quickly moving to him and giving him a proper kiss on the lips.

“Thanks baby” I smiled, giving him a hug before rushing off.

“Stay in the club!” he yelled after me, me just shooting him a thumbs up. That night, I drank like a fish. When was I going to get the chance again?

Soon enough my brain was foggy and I was craving the touch of my boyfriend. I had been dancing around, twirling and ignoring the eyes from men. In the corner of my eye I saw Angeles talking to some poor guy who was sweating way too much. He was thin with a beard and a tie that hung loosely. Angeles was comfortably lounging on the coach, a glass of something in front of him. He was stifling a yawn, looking around the club as the guy kept mumbling things. When his eyes landed on me, he nudged towards me, smirking.

I giggled, stumbling my way towards him. When I arrived I fell onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. The man in front of him widened his eyes, gaping at me.

“What the hell? We’re having a conversation here girl” he stuttered.

Angeles’ arm wrapped around me protectively, “Don’t you dare speak to her” he growled. I moved my head to gaze at the man, chewing on my lip. He was gulping thought his eyes were a mix of anger and fear.

“Continue” Angeles said, picking up the glass from the counter and bringing it to his lips. I licked my own, watching my boyfriend sip the alcohol. Damn, he was so hot. The man started to speak once more, me too entranced on Angeles to actually pay attention to him. He was wearing a button down black shirt tonight, a few of the buttons unbuttoned on the top and leaving me too flustered. All I wanted to do was take it off right there and then and touch the gorgeous body. Angeles had an amazing body. Tattoos marked some of the places, me always tracing then and kissing them whenever I got the chance. He was built beautifully, his stomach hard enough to bend metal. When he moved his arms, his muscles would flex, the fabric on the shirt shifting to fit once more. It made my mouth water.

“… well, you see Mr. Callaghan, sorry isn’t going to cut it. You crossed a line. I’ve been waiting for quite some time now, and all you can do is come to me with apologies” Angeles spoke, his voice making me perk up.

“Sir, I – I, just give me another chance, I can-“ Angeles held up his hand, tired of the man speaking.

“I have a preposition for you Callaghan” he smiled, peering down at me and making me blush, “Either you give me the money right now or we’re going to play a little game”

“What game?” the man’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Follow and find out” Angeles’ arms wrapped around my stomach and I was lifted off of him and placed on the floor. The world swirled around me, me being glad that I was with someone I could trust.

“Here you go Angel” he smiled, holding up the last bit of liquor that was in his glass, “One for the road” I nodded eagerly, letting him place it by my lips and letting the burning water slip down my throat. He took me hand, leading me outside, the man following us in front of Cole and Jackson.

We moved towards Angeles’ car, me leaning against it as the world spun around my head.

“So, Callaghan – this is our game” Angeles smirked, opening the back door of his car, getting out the helmet.

“You’re going to stand right there” my boyfriend pointed towards the road, an evil glint in his eyes, “And my girlfriend is going to drive” the helmet was pushed into my hands, me looking at Angeles shocked.

“What?” I squeaked, the blood draining from my face.

“Put on the helmet Angel” Angeles instructed, not even looking at me.

“But-“

“Angel” Angeles hissed, turning his attention to me completely, “Nothing is going to happen to you alright? Put the helmet on, get in the car and have some fun. Come on baby – fun. Danger, you love danger” he said, leaning on me. His breath tickled my neck, him giving me light pecks all along my jaw which made warmth pool inside of me. His hands trailed up and down my thigh, me shivering from the glorious touch.

“What do you say Angel?” he whispered, sucking my ear lobe.

“Yeah” I sigh, feeling his hand tightening on my thigh. Angeles leaned away from me slightly, smirking.

“Thanks baby” he smiled, giving me a kiss on the nose. He took the helmet from where it had fallen to the ground, placing it over my head. It was heavy and made me feel even more unbalanced than I already was.

“Angeles, you can’t expect me to do this” the man stuttered, my eyebrows crinkling together.

“I can drive asshole” I snapped, folding my arms.

“Sure you can babe” Angeles said, his arm wrapping around my waist.

“She’s freaking wasted! She’d kill me”

“That’s part of the game Callaghan. If she misses than you’re debt it paid. If she gets you, debt paid too. Just you know, we’re not liable for any medical bills. Come on, it’s just some fun” Angeles said, clapping his hands together, “What do you say?”

The man gulped, glancing over at me. The world was still spinning and well, I was starting to feel rather sick. The man slowly nodded, taking slow shaky steps towards the road.

“Come on Angel” Angeles said and opened up the car door for me. He helped me inside, buckling my seatbelt for me before rushing towards the other side. When we were both in the car the gorgeous uncontrollable feeling started. I loved it, craved it. Needed it.

XXX

Wear me out – Skylar Grey

I stepped into the car, my heartbeat thundering. Yet when I closed the door, Angeles stopped me, holding it.

“Climb over” he smirked, knowing how uncomfortable it always made me feel when I did that. Angeles had a thing for asses. And well, the amount of times I got slapped, pinched, etc. when having to climb over car seats was too many. And now, now he was making me do it again.

“Angeles” I sighed, looking over at him desperately.

“Climb. Over. Angel.” He said, his eyes glinting. Groaning, I did as he asked, getting the slap I knew he would give me. So predictable, asshole. Once I was well and seated, Angeles climbed in, holding out his hand for my keys.

“Where are we going?” I asked, clutching my keys tightly.

“Keys Angel”

“You can’t just-“

“Can’t what?” He asked, raising his one eyebrow, “Don’t you remember – I can do anything that I want”

“Angeles please don’t do this” I said, looking down at my lap.

“Give me your keys or I will drag you out of this car and we’ll go in mine. And I promise you, it isn’t going to be as fun as previous times” he growled. I gulped, holding out my hand and slowly opening it, revealing the bunch of keys. 

He smiled at me, taking the keys and putting it in the keyhole, starting my car.

“Can you tell me now where we’re going?” I tried, biting my lip. In the corner of my eye I saw Angeles. His one hand is clenched onto the steering wheel, his other relaxing on his knee. The contradiction was insane. He was still as gorgeous as the day I had disappeared however. Pitch black hair, messy on top of his head with those blue ocean eyes. He still had the lip ring, that gorgeous delectable lip ring I always used to play with. Angeles used to love that. I swear it turned him on even more than it did me. And that’s saying something.

I watched as Angeles lifted up his hand, signalling for me to be quiet.

“We’re going for a drive. And I’m going to tell you exactly how this is going to work”

“This?”

“This crazy, hilarious, stupid situation you had placed yourself into” he chuckled, speeding up the car. I held onto the car seat, my heart thundering.

“What are you talking about Angeles?” I asked, watching with widened eyes as we raced across a red light.

“So, I’ve decided to stay. Keep an eye on you” he sneered, the words weighing me down. His hand reach out for mine, me too shocked to actually fight the touch. He wraps it around mine, the warmth seeping through me like a warm blanket. The car slows down and then, then his other hand touched my chin, lightly pulling my face towards his. His eyes were glued to my lips, my own analysing every part of his face. He needed sleep and he had a light stubble going. It looked gorgeous on him but I knew he hated it when he wasn’t cleanly shaven. So, he must have been going through a lot of stress lately. He had tanned thought, the sun having kissed his skin beautifully.

“Close your eyes” he whispered before his lips found mine. Angeles had always, ALWAYS been a good kisser. There was just something about his lips feeling like a connected puzzle piece on mine. Sparks flew, a sense of danger grew and the desirable feeling of freedom coursed through me like a river. I reached out for him, placing my hands at the back of his neck, having missed this feeling too much. I pulled him closer, his hand moving up my thigh. I am so glad I wore shorts this morning because damn, I needed that warmth on me right now.

I opened up my mouth, letting my tongue lick the lip ring, a shiver running down my spine. I was going to give in completely. I knew that. Maybe Angeles knew that too. Maybe he wouldn’t hurt me. Wouldn’t hurt the people I loved. Maybe… just maybe he’d forgive me.

He suddenly pushed me away from him, my body slamming into the car seat.

“Glad I can still get a reaction out of you” he smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief. Regret. Regret and utter shock.

“Why are you doing this!?” I snap, my cheeks burning.

“Well, you messed with me, I’m just returning the favour. You see my little angel, you are going to go crazy from wanting me back. And well, I like to see you struggle” he smiled. I glared back at him thought when I looked at his eyes I saw guilt. Maybe he was guilty over doing all this but I knew him better. The sweet, dangerous, beautiful Angeles was gone. I had wrecked him into this monstrous being. And do I regret it?

So, so much. I shouldn’t have entered is life. And he shouldn’t have entered mine. I could only imagine how different my life would have been if I hadn’t gotten into that elevator. If I hadn’t followed him like some lost puppy. I’d probably be slobbering tanning lotion on myself right about now, hanging out by the pool with some guy named Ken.

But no, I was stuck in a car with Angeles.

“Angeles” I stated, looking over at him, catching his eyes, “Please remember that I had left you. Me – you didn’t leave me. I left you. Meaning that well, I don’t need you and will probably not want you back as much as you want me” I said, a sense of courage (stupidity) coursing through me.

What I was rewarded with was the angry gaze from the devil. His hands would probably leave imprints on my steering wheel the way he was holding it and the way his eyes blazed over was both mesmerising and gorgeous all at the same time.

Smiling at him, I broke our eye contact, praying that he wasn’t going to kill me right there and then.

XXX

Crazy in love – Harley and the Joker

Angeles shouldn’t have let me drive. But that was the kind of person he was. He’d place a helmet on a person who couldn’t see straight and without even putting his seatbelt on, sat comfortably next to me.

I placed my hands on the steering wheel, the grin spreading across my face. There was the man, like a bowling pin. Just one knock and he’d be down. And I could do that. My goodness, a sick part of me wanted to hit him so badly. But the scared little girl part knew I shouldn’t. Once the alcohol disappeared, I wouldn’t be able to deal with the guilt.

“Get ready babe” Angeles smirked, his hand on the holding part of the car, his grin just as big as mine. I nodded, stuffing the key into the keyhole and starting the car.

It purred with energy, my hands tightening on the steering wheel. My foot weighed down on the exhaust, the sound of the engine springing to life an anthem. Damn, this felt so, so good. Everything lit up at that moment yet everything quieted down. I was in my own little world. Me, the car and the bowling pin.

I pulled the emergency break down, the car hurtling forward. The wind hit my face in an instance but the feeling was exhilarating. In front of me the man stood shaking. Something in him knew he should be running, another part knew he’d just end up with a bullet in his head if he did. Tightening my grip on the steering wheel once more I made the choice.

I came right up to him before taking a sharp left, the wheels skidding and making a wretched sound.

“Shit!” Angeles was yelling next to me, his hands flying to his seat to get a grip. I moved the steering wheel back to where I wanted to go, peering back at the man who had knelt down to the ground in a sobbing mess. Wheels skidding, adrenaline pumping and the sense of recklessness so divine, I wanted more of it. Stepping even harder on the exhaust I let my senses take over. My brain clouded over and my blurry vision was in control. I wanted more, more danger. More deadly adventures. More of this feeling.

“Angel!” next to me, I heard him yelling. Saw him gripping onto the car as if it would save him. I could save him. I was in control wasn’t I? Angeles didn’t need to worry.

Moving my attention back to the front I saw the nearing wall. O shit… Eyes widening, my heart started racing. I could make it, I WANTED to make it. Skid on that wall like a skateboard.

“Angel! Bloody hell, you got to stop!”

Hands suddenly covered mine, me being pushed onto the car door as Angeles moved the wheel and effectively taking the car away from the wall. The tires squalled again, Angeles pulling up the hand break when we were away from the wall.

I stared out in front of me, feeling my tummy turning. Opening the car door with a shaky hand and throwing the helmet off, I puked up the drinks I had injected during the night. When I closed the door again, my eyes caught my boyfriend’s.

“What the f*ck was that!?” he yelled, “You could have bloody killed us!”

I flinched away from him, chewing on my lip as if it would save me.

“You can’t just drive into a bloody wall Angel!? It’s idiotic to think we’d actually make it out f*cking alive if you do that!” he kept yelling, his rage making tears start to swell up. I turned away from him, shakenly wiping the droplets off of my eyes. Angeles’ words faded, his hand being placed on my shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay” he said softly, “I’m sorry baby. I was just worried” he said, leaning over to me and pulling me towards him. Somehow he got my body to be placed on his, cradling me as I leaned on his chest.

“I’m really sorry baby, I didn’t want you to get hurt” he mumbled, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I looked up at him, my shoulders still lightly shaking.

He gave me a small smile, moving my hair away from my face.

“O my beautiful little angel, what am I going to do with you?” he smiled, placing his hands on both sides of my face, rubbing slow circles on my cheeks with his thumbs. My mouth formed a light smile, biting my lip to calm my rapid heartbeat.

Angeles eyes fell onto my lips, his cheeks turning the lightest shade of pink. He leaned in, our lips collecting sparks on top of one another’s. I took hold of his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. It urged him on, the kissing becoming deeper and a lot more rapid. Angeles’ hands started to massage my ass, heat bubbling all over my body. My tongue licked the lip ring, his hands only becoming rougher. I threw my leg over his torso, pushing myself against him. I could feel Angeles shivering, he clearly enjoying the feeling.

“You are dangerous Angel” he breathed, his teeth nipping my bottom lip before moving down to my neck. He rocked his body forward, me letting out my own shivers.