Chapter 39: Chapter 39

Chapter thirty six.

Zack's POV.

My brain roams around what I heard James say to me while being high. Now, that I'm thinking of it, I pity his childhood. That was a horrible past he had. I realize that now. Mine wasn't this bad, not even near it. And now again, I'm beginning to understand why Mr Hitler Richard asked me those questions during the interview.

From my perspective though, I'll say the man is trying to really make James forgive him. Hell, yeah, he's amending his ways. But they being a Mafia, that would mean one day, James will also take the lead. I won't ask that now, I still want him to recover.

I'll just wait for the time when he'd tell me himself.

From my behind, I hear the door open, and listening closely, I hear the sound of cloths falling to the ground. I feel a presence step under the shower, and a familiar hand touches my skin, causing me to gasp and turn to my back.

James' eyes are closed as he continues to sweep his hands down my arms to my wrist. Holding it, he brings them up and kisses them.

"Do you forgive me?" He ask, and I smile.

"Yes." I say, and now. It's his turn to smile.

He opens his eyes, and looks up at me. "I want to kiss you so badly." As he says this words, I feel his bulges against my V-line.

"No problem." My voice is so little, before out of the blue, he takes me.

Chapter.

I am resting on James' chest, my breathing has returned to normal by now. The last minutes wasn't the smoothest — rough rather.

James' hands caresses my hair, raking it with his delicate yet strong hands.

"I have an idea." James says, his voice thick.

I smile as I raise my head to look at him, giving him a go-ahead.

He looks down at me. "Let's visit Uncle. I want to escape this reality for the main time. I love it with you around, and being at Uncle's will guarantee that you're safe and healthy. I want that." He halts, a grin on his face. "And I'll also explain more on my past."

I chuckle, and hit him in the chest, and sit up. "You...smart. You knew I won't disagree that way. Cheat."

"So, what do you say?" He ask right away after a chuckle of his own.

"Sure. Agreed."

"Then, in an hour, we're moving." That leaves me shocked. What? I still have to pack, still need to explain this whole new travel of mine to Susan. I still need to explain to her that I didn't get the job.

Even as at now, she'll be expecting me to have came home, or think that I'm in a bad situation, which I'm not in.

"Are you kidding?" The fact that I still look normal is shocking even.

"No. If it's about Susan, no worries. I've talked to her yesterday's night, and explained everything to her. She knew you're with me, and I'll send someone to message her that we'll going to town to meet Uncle today, so for this week, you might not be around."

Cool! He's dictating for me already. Mr. Control freak.

"Woah, you're something else."

"You're in my trap now." He teases, causing me to snicker and poke at his chest. He laughs, then climbs over me, starting to tickle my sides.

Just as James has mentioned, in an hour later, everything is set. He's gotten my bags in the booth with his too. I made sure to call Susan again, and she agreed that James truly had explained everything to her. She is happy for me, which still surprises me but fills my heart with butterflies.

I like the fact that she does, and that she'll always support my decisions. She sees the right in me.

While the drive last, James and I exchanged words, laughing and making jokes. It was fun. I finally felt free. I feel like this is something we've been missing all this while. He just needs to make me understand him and that's it. That's all it takes.

When we arrive at Mr. West, I rush to the front door where he is, his arms wide as he's standing at the threshold of the door.

He hasn't changed, he still looks healthy.

"How are you, dear Zack?" Aww, I miss his british tone.

"So very fine." I say back and pull from the hug.

"Again, making me feel jealous." James says, and we both laugh. He looks cuter.

"Come on in, guys. I've prepared us a meal." Mr. West says, making me make the "ooooh" sound.

James chuckles at that, as we head inside.

Getting to the dining room, I take a seat instantly.

"I'll be back." Mr. West says, and enters the kitchen.

"I miss here." I say to James as my eyes rolls around the ceilings, and down to the floor. I check the furnitures again as though I hadn't see them before. It is still inviting.

"I..." His phone, ringing in his pocket makes him pause, and he raises a finger, before mouthing a sorry.

I hear a masculine voice from the other side speaks without James having said, "hello," and then, his eyes changes.

I frown at that, as my mind tells me that something is bothering him. He doesn't look happy anymore.

Just then, Mr. West comes in, and drops the dishes. I release my focus from James, who's still on the phone, now stood and pacing around, not wanting us to hear him as he talks lowly.

"Is something bothering him?" Mr. West asks me, and I shrug.

"I don't know. He is still on the phone." When I reply with, he nods.

We both take our seat, waiting for James to join. However, Mr. West fills my plate with the meal, and his, leaving James' plate empty since he's not available yet.

Few seconds later, he drops the call, and turns to us, his eyes not friendly. Something tells me that it's about the Mafia stuff he told me about. He still has to explain more on it though.

Mr. West looks at James, and ask, "what is it, son?" The tenderness is his voice is alluring. So far, Mr. West is the best Uncle one could ever have.

"We need to go." He says. I don't even know what to think.

"Why?" Is my next question for him.

"There's threat. We have to leave, now." He ends his sentence with an adamant language that gives room for no argument.

Mr. West pats my shoulder and gestures that I need. I nod, and go outside.

In the next five minutes, we are inside the car. James is hurried to turn on the engine, and pulls out of the space with recklessness. Whatever threat is coming our way doesn't give him any piece of mind.

"Does Zack know by now?"

"Yes, he knows few things." James answer his uncle who's at the backseat. I'm next to James, on the passenger seat.

"Is the other gang then?"

"I think so, I don't really know. You know, I never paid much attention to the life." James replies his Uncle, his voice tight, he is stressed all of the sudden.

My heart is beginning to thud inside my chest, seizing my breath, making me breath harder. My hands are sweating already. With all the researches I've done about Mafia life, I know it isn't a nice life. They are like pawns that can be killed by the higher subjects anytime.

I noticed that we are not moving in Los Angeles direction, but another when James makes a turn to another path.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere safe." He replies me with a sharp tone, one that says I-am-calculating-right-now.

"Don't worry, Zack." Mr. West whispers to me from the back, his hands on my shoulders. I smile, my head turned to see him at the back.

Out of nowhere, I hear the screech, just before suddenly, something hits us, very hard, causing the world around me to turn, the earth seeming to turn as well, just then, darkness befalls me right after an immense pain shoots through my body.

"Zack!" I hear the voice, it is feminine. It is calling me from afar.

"I'm sorry, Miss. You can't go to him. He is badly injured." Another feminine voice comes in.

I can't move. I can't talk. I can't open my eyes. I am trapped inside my own body. Am I dead?

"I'm not a Miss, I'm his cousin. I'm his family." Susan! I picked that up. It is her. She's here. Where? Susan! "What happened?"

"He experienced an accident." And that's all it takes for to grow totally unconscious again.