Chapter 39

LEILANI.

When I saw Jonathan, I knew there'll be trouble because Zavier is camped out under his tree outside.

"Hi, Jonathan." I said softly.

"Lani, darling. It's always hard to see you these days!" He exclaimed with a smile as he entered farther into the store.

"I've been busy here. It's the season, so....." I trailed off.

"I understand, honey. But what I mean is that it's always hard to see you ALONE these days. Your boyfriend is always on your tail, he doesn't let you have a breathing space." His lips turned down in disapproval, "He's even living with you."

I don't like the way he is talking about Zavier and the way he's demeaning our relationship. I already have enough guilt and shame without listening to him.

"My boyfriend is not your business, Jonathan." I informed him gently, but firmly.

He seemed surprise of my rebuke but he hid it well. He flashed his teeth, "You know I don't mean it that way. It's just that I don't ever get to see you again because of him."

He has walked close into my personal space again. I panicked for him and stepped back quickly.

This isn't good at all. It will make Zavier mad and Zavier will hurt him. I don't want the ruckus and the violence, not after one month of watching him live without it.

"My boyfriend is outside right now, Jonathan." I warned softly, so he'll take the hint and run.

He burst out laughing. "You don't have to lie, Lani, I won't keep you from getting busy if that's what you don't want."

"He really is outsi---"

"What's this flower, it's so beautiful!" He reached behind me and picked up the sunflower.

I took a deep breath and quit trying to tell him the truth. Instead, I decided to dismiss him faster.

I busied myself with arranging a shelf. "Is there anything I can do for you?" I threw him a glance, praying inside me that Zavier won't storm inside here.

"I need flowers for my living room."

I know he doesn't but I didn't call him to it. "Which ones do you want?"

He seems at a loss of word. Then, he shrugged, "Anyone is okay. I don't mind."

I barely stopped myself from laughing. Instead, I picked up a bunch of rose flower and wrapped it up for him. I handed it to him and told him the price.

As he paid, he talked. "You can come to my place for dinner anytime. Let's have dinner together, it'll be fun."

I was still thinking of how to decline in a very polite way when he stepped closer again and rubbed my arms.

"I'll like for us to have sometime alone, sweet Lani....." He drawled.

One minute, Jonathan was speaking. The next, Zavier held his hand away from my arm and yanked his fingers back so hard.

The loud crack of bone popping out of it's socket filled the air, and Jonathan was shouting and clutching his hand in pain.

I didn't see Zavier enter. I didn't see it happen because it happened so fast.

All I saw now is a very angry pissed-off breathing-fire chest-heaving Zavier.

I held his arm and he glared at me. "Please...don't....."

"You allowed him to stand here for hours talking to you!?" He wasn't shouting but his eyes were blazing.

"I was trying to get him to leave quietly, and he's already leaving, aren't you Jonathan?" I pinned him a determined look.

He was staring at his dislocated hand and clutching it painfully. "Yes, yes, I'm already leaving." He groaned.

Zavier wasn't done. He clutched Jonathan's shirt in a dead grip and looked him dead in the eyes.

"The next time I see you within breathing distance to my woman again, you become a dead man, do you understand?"

"You can't threatened---" Jonathan tried to be brave.

Zavier cut him off. "It's either you understand or you don't, you bastard. Do. You. Understand!?"

"I-I understand." He turned tail and ran out of the store.

"That's it, we're done for today. Let's go home, doll." He was angry, but he's trying to sound like he's not.

Knowing that it's just thirty minutes until my normal closing time, I nodded my head. He stood there and waited for me to pack up things.

ZAVIER [Zero]

The night as we laid on the bed, I took her fast and hard like I've always wanted. Her cries were music as always as I plunged into her repeatedly.

She'd clunged to me, shivering and crying out as she rode the waves of pleasure.

Afterwards, she fell asleep immediately and I watched her sleep. I never get enough of her and I'm beginning to wonder if I ever could.

Hell, this past few weeks has been great because I'm with her, the fvck if I'd jeopardize that for anything.

I find that I like a lot of things that she does, or maybe because I love doing them because she does them. No one ever gave a rat ass about me before except Pops and Morris, and yet she does.

For the first time in my damned life, I wondered what it'll feel like to leave all this behind, take her to the end of the world and start a new life?

Hell, I don't know any life apart what these, but this whole month with her showed me that there's more to this fvcking life than the need to kill them bastards.

Never, in my whole life did I ever think that I'll go a whole month without going on any mission. And yet I do and I don't fvcking miss it.

What the hell did she do to me?

But even I knows that she ain't done shit. She's just the simple Lani.

I'm agigated and restless. It's not even about that asshole neighbor of hers, but about the fact that the fvcking assassin Spider sent before he died hasn't been found.

No matter, I know I'll personally send the asshole to hell whenever or wherever I meet him.

These days I get this fvcking feeling that something's been troubling my Lani.

She might be happy all the damn time but there's always this moment or so when she looks so sad, I don't know what the fuck to do to clear that look from her face permanently.

I don't know worth shit about women. Nothing at all.

Maybe I'll ask Morris. That asshole might be able to help.

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"Come again?" Morris sleepy voice came through.

"Tell me about women. Why will a woman be sad?"

"Why the hell are you asking me? What do I know about them except the size of their boobs and the taste of their cuπts?"

"Morris, be fvcking serious for once in your life or I'll kill you, and I mean it this time around. Why will a woman be sad?" I asked impatiently.

"Well, because she's not happy." Came the gruff reply.

"Why won't she be happy?"

"Maybe you don't give her enough orgasms?"

"I do, you bastard and that's not it."

He took a deep breath. "Maybe your overbearing attitude is getting on her nerves and wearing the poor girl out. I really hate to be the one to break this to you, asshole but you can be an asshole when you wanna be."

I cocked my head to the side and thought of that. I was confused. "But I do it for her safety."

"She might not see it that way. Women, those alien creatures, do not think we way we do. What does the poor male gender know about them? You can never understand them creatures."

"So, what do I do? I hate that she's not so happy, but I don't know what the fuck to do about that."

"You wanna make her happy, don't yooou?" He was chuckling on the phone.

"What the fvck's so funny, you dumb idiot?" I glared at the phone again.

"Can I finally say so freely—without getting death threats—that you've getting your black heart to sweet little Lani?"

"I'll cut out your black heart and feed it to you if you say it again." I'll be damned before I admit that to the asshole.

"Alright, alright. You know my advice to you? Ask her again. If she says it's nothing, it's not nothing. Find a woman and send to her to speak to. Maybe it ain't something she can discuss with you directly, maybe it's a woman thing, you feel me?"

"I feel you, buddy." Ask her again. Or get her someone to talk to.

Well, not so fvcking hard.

I don't want her to ever be sad. I want her happy. I'll kidnap a woman off the streets and send to her if I have to.

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