Lost and Found

Mafia

**Sorry for the delay! But thanks to everyone who reminded me to update <3 This chapter is because of you guys! And sorry if there are typos. It's late, and I'm sleepy.**

I hadn't meant to fall asleep. I was just going to wait until the house quieted and then make my escape. But sure enough, as I leaned my back against the plethora of pillows on the bed, I slowly started to doze.

Dreams of red, so so much red plagued me, making me toss and turn. I was having a nightmare, one where a faceless man chased me down an endless hall with a pencil when I startled awake.

The first thing I noted when I woke was that one, I was super warm. The second thing was the acute scent of grease and gasoline.

I wasn't alone.

When I squinted into the room, I nearly peed myself when my eyes locked on a pair of blue ones. Cerulean blue eyes which were mere six inches from my face, watching me with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity.

"What in the world are you doing?" I hissed, shoving Brandon's face away.

He backed off, but only by a little bit. "Did you know you drool when you sleep?"

I was not in the mood for this. "Did you know you're creepy when you watch people while they're sleeping?"

With a smirk, Brandon crossed his arms. "Only when I'm caught."

Glancing down, I noted the thick, wool blanket placed over me. No wonder I was boiling. Brandon was trying to kill me by heat stroke.

Shoving the covers and blanket off of me, I glanced around the room for a clock. When I spotted none, I frowned and patted the bed for my phone. I didn't feel it on the covers, and my frown deepened.

"Are you looking for this?" Brandon asked, holding up my phone.

"Seriously? Why do you have my phone?" I tried to grab for it, but he held it out of my reach.

"I was just checking something," he said innocently.

With a growl, I tried to grab at my phone again, but Brandon moved it away. "You mean you were snooping."

He ignored me and stood. Unlocking my phone, he pulled up my messages. "You know, you really should put a lock on your phone."

"You know, you really should give it back."

His mouth twitched with a grin. "No. I don't think so."

Leaping from the bed, I landed on his back with a hard thump.

He cursed as his knees buckled under the force, and he stumbled. Grabbing my arms locked around his neck, he attempted to pry me off his body. "Let go of me!"

I squeezed tighter. "Give me my phone," I growled.

The door to the bedroom swung wide then, and Raven sauntered in. He eyed me where I had Brandon in a chokehold and cocked his head.

"It's not what it looks like!" I promised, feeling a sense of deja vu.

"What's not what it looks like?" a voice asked behind Raven, and then suddenly, my room was filled with Toma gang members. Everyone was now in my room, except for Axel. Something told me he had more respect for people than to barge into their room in the middle of the night.

"Sang's trying to kill Brandon," Raven said, plopping down on the bed. What as with these guys being so unconcerned with finding one of their own in compromised positions? First, Marc, and now, Brandon.

"I'm not trying to kill him!"

All eyes turned to a now purple-faced Brandon.

Marc smirked at me. "No?"