Chapter 18

*****Faye's POV***** 

"You damn idiot!" Mike rages, as he finally stumbles out from his hiding spot once we could no longer hear Jaxons footsteps. 

"Shut up!" I cry on the floor, as he moves to pull me up to stand beside him. 

"There was no way he knew we where in here... until you blew our cover!" Drunk Mike continues to defend his plan, as I roll my eyes and wipe my wet cheeks with my hands. 

"Of course he did you ass! Why else would he be in here counting for so long and having a fucking seat in the meantime?!" I rage, throwing my hands out dramatically. 

"Well at least you are still alive right? It ain't all bad." Mike sniggers, as I gape at him. 

Not for much longer it seems! 

"Bed-time!" We both turn to see his friend Seth now stood by the door, arms folded across his chest. 

"Oh come on!" Mike complains, rolling his eyes at the man. 

"Big day planned for you both tomorrow... so I suggest that if you want to get away from here on your own for a bit then you better hurry up." Seth mocks me now, as I begin to weigh the pros and cons. 

"Yeah he's right... I'll go see what Jaxon wants and hopefully I'll see you tomorrow to go shopping if I make it through the night." I tell Mike, as he saunters towards the doorway, arms folded. 

"Yeah, yeah... I'll pray for you!" He sings over his shoulder, as I sigh, knowing I needed all the prayers I could get at this point. 

I hastily begin to move my way out of the room and in the direction (if I remember correctly) towards my bedroom. 

I hear a familiar voice downstairs, which I am positive belongs to Nico, as he seems to say goodbye to the rest of the men before locking the main doors. 

I continue on, finding a familiar painting that I had liked earlier, which meant I was now only around the corner from my final destination... 

I force my feet to continue, before reaching the large bedroom door - deciding for my own safety to knock first. 

Not a moment after my knuckles leave the door, it flies open, encouraging for me to enter... which I slowly do. 

I turn around, taking my first glance at the man in question, as he closes the door behind me before-

I instantly scream and back away, seeing that he was now fully covered in what looked like blood! Matted to his face, his hair and even his clothes! 

It was everywhere! 

I become frantic, moving to the far side of the bedroom to put some distance between us as he remained stoic. 

"Will you fucking calm down! It's not mine." He snaps, his stone cold expression seeping into me from across the room. 

"I... I figured that!" I manage to choke out, knowing that this either meant he was involved in a serious attack or some form of murder. 

"You're going to piss me off again! Sit the fuck down!" He roars, suddenly pointing a finger to the chair in which I was closest to, as I waste no time is scurrying and sinking into the chair. 

I was not ready to send this man on a rampage... there ain't no way I was being his next victim tonight! 

"The blood isn't mine. If you must know, somebody tried to kill me tonight." He states as though it were obvious, as I practically feel my jaw drop and hit the floor. 

"So you..." I trail off, wanting to hear him say it... 

"Killed him, yes." He shrugs, seeming unbothered, as I involuntarily move back in the chair. 

"W-What?!" I splutter, horrified at how calm he was after killing a man. 

Shouldn't the police be here? Shouldn't he be acting different? Shouldn't he at least be trying to flee the scene?!

"It's not the first time I've had to kill a man, and it won't be the last princess so you best get used to this." He suggests, as he makes a move towards the bathroom - causing me to tense. 

"Come in here!" He shouts once he has entered, as I look around at the empty room - considering to actually make a run for it this time. 

What if he drowns me in there?!

I stand, knowing all too well that if I tried to make a run for it, he would probably catch me by the time I reached the stairs, and so I decide to chance my luck with him... 

I enter the bathroom, my eyes growing wide to see that he was now stripped down to his boxers - showcasing his red stained, muscular physique. 

"I'm going for a shower, and you're going to sit in here and talk!" He stares me dead in the face, as I can't help but relate his appearance to something from a horror movie. 

He has just killed a man and is coated in his blood... 

"O-Ok." I shake, before he suddenly moves towards me causing my body to tense up again. 

He places his large rough hands on my hips, before hoisting me up to sit on the nearest countertop. 

Once I am placed, he turns to grab a few things before shuffling his boxers down his legs as they land at his feet. 

My face flares up red, having never seen a naked man in the flesh before, as I divert my eyes to the floor to avoid seeing anything too private... 

I hear him chuckle slightly, before the shower door slides open, then closes and I hear the water begin to run.

"So I want you to enlighten me... tell me why you thought you could hide from me in my own home dolce principessa?" I look up from my spot on the floor when hearing his sudden Italian tongue... 

For someone so dangerous, he made that sentence sound so beautiful... 

"Well?" He asks, as I relax slightly - realising that I was unable to see him through the steamed glass. 

"Well uh... I sort of made a mistake..." I mutter lowly, not even sure if he would hear me. 

"By drinking my whole alcohol supply?" He finishes my sentence, as my eyes widen towards the glass. 

I couldn't grasp by his tone whether he was pissed off or not, but I prayed for the latter. 

"Uh... yeah... I'm sorry about that... we just thought..." I begin to babble, before hearing the sound of his deep laugh bounce through the large bathroom once again. 

I furrow my brows, staring towards the running shower in confusion - waiting for him to continue. 

"It's only a few fucking bottles of alcohol... I'll have somebody stock it up again tomorrow." He remarks in a mocking tone, swearing as he usually does, as I breathe out shakily. 

"Is that seriously why the two of you decided to hide? As if I don't already have cameras around this whole house and had you both located in the space of five minutes?!" He continues to laugh at me, as my cheeks redden slightly in embarrassment. 

I seriously thought he would kill me for this... and here he is laughing at me! 

"But that's not all..." I suddenly add, realising that there was no going back now. 

"Oh is that so?" He asks slowly, encouraging me to continue. 

I attempt to open my mouth to explain, before hearing the shower suddenly come to a halt! 

Oh shit! 

The door opened next, as I instantly darted my eyes back to the floor - returning back to my intimidated state knowing that he was now fully back in the room. 

"Cat got your tongue?" He mocks, as I hear him shuffle around. 

"...We will need to get you something for that sunburn on your face princess." He adds as a further joke, commenting on my bright red cheeks caused by having this naked criminal standing ever so close to me. 

He laughs again, before I hear him fidget with something. 

"I've got a towel on... you don't need to see me naked if you don't want to... although I'll have to admit you're the first that's ever turned me down." He states smugly, adding to my ridicule, as I force myself to look up only to find him standing with a loosely wrapped towel around his waist - showcasing his sculpted V line. 

I wouldn't exactly class this as hiding his naked body...

"So what exactly do you want to confess now?" He pushes on, taking slow steps towards me before stopping directly in front of me. 

"Ok so... please don't kill me..." I meet his eyes, relieved to see that his usual features had returned - nothing like the red satanic creature I had first encountered when I came in here.

"I've had enough killing for one night princess." He states, his eyes never shifting from mine as I gulp. 

"So... when we were... drinking... Mike offered to make me a cocktail..." I carefully find my words, as he nods for me to continue - placing his both hands on either side of the countertop - caging me. 

"A cocktail?" He notes, as I nod warily. 

"A strawberry daiquiri actually..." I all but whisper, as his face suddenly leans in closer - closing the small distance between us.

My breathing hitches, before I force myself to continue-

"B-But... unfortunately... I didn't get to enjoy the cocktail!" I add, as he studies my features up close, our noses barely touching. 

"How so?" He questions, as I nod - feeling my mouth growing dry. 

"Because uhh... it ended up all over your cream sofa... I swear it was an accident I didn't mean it!" I squeeze my eyes shut, awaiting some form of contact as I rush out the words. 

A moment passes, as I feel my hands tremble, before I suddenly feel a soft wet kiss being placed on my forehead... 

"Let's get some sleep." He states blankly, completely ignoring my terrifying confession, as he breaks our contact and heads out into the bedroom - leaving me completely flustered and stunned. 

Did he just fucking kiss me?! Again?!