Lawless

Chapter ThirtyThree

"Rage!" I hear it through a deep fog, my brain unable to awaken yet but the jolt on top of me snaps my eyes open.

Boots thunder down the hallway, walking fast towards the direction of the bedroom.

Sage lies on top of me, his head on my bare breasts with his bent arms spread out on either side of us, faint red marks still cover his tattooed, muscled back. I feel Sage tense above me, his arms set like springs. I lazily run my hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him, but it's no use.

Sage springs up so fast, the motions looking like they're in 2x speed.

"Get the fuck out!" Sage shouts as Serge rounds the corner. The unexpected arrival of Serge makes my heart drop. I grab the blanket and yank it up high on my neck.

"Fucks sake, Rage" Serge says as he catches a glimpse of Sage's nakedness before he turns on his heel and throws his hand up in the air, walking out of view.

Sage slams the door behind him, the frail walls rattling. He runs his hand through his hair in frustration. I try my best to keep my eyes on his upper half, the blanket now tucked under my armpits.

Sage looks towards me, the crinkles in his forehead and eyebrows giving away the fact that he had in fact seen my eyes travel south briefly. He walks towards me before crawling between my legs, his face directly in front of mine.

"Get dressed" he says quietly, his eyes drifting to my lips before he places a rough kiss on my mouth and steals my breath, our lips smacking as they part. He harshly grabs the skin on the side of my ass that peaked out of the blanket before rubbing it and giving it a soft pat.

Sage stands up again and throws the dress to me from across the room as he pulls his pants up his legs, going commando.

The white dress is slipped over my head and pulled down my body. Although not ripped, it is covered in dust collected from the dirty floorboards as well as Sage's soot covered hands from last night.

One particular hand print on the dress covers my entire right breast, the thought making me squeeze my thighs together under the blanket.

"Uh, Sage" I call. He looks over from doing up his boot laces, his eyes going straight to the very noticeable handprint. I see the humour in his eyes, as well as a hint of arousal.

Sage walks over, bends down and lifts up the side of the mattress, causing me to slightly tilt towards the opposite direction. He pulls out from underneath the bed two shirts, he gives me one before throwing the other one over his head, covering his art covered torso and back.

The black shirt he gives me almost covers my body more than the dress, only a slither of the white dress peaks out on my thighs.

"Rage hurry the fuck up!" Serge's voice echoes from the other room. The front door squeaks as it opens once again, the person joining Serge.

"Where is he?" I hear the voice of Gunner much quieter than Serge's.

Sage breathes out a harsh breath and makes his way to the door, opening and closing it, the door bounces off of the doorframe and leaves a slither so I can see into the next room.

I lie back down in the bed, turning my head towards the door so I could still see but less noticeably. I pull the covers up, as the fire had died sometime in the night and the house is now cold.

Sage takes the seat facing the bedroom and lights a cigarette as Serge and Gunner stand on the other side of the fire, facing him, their backs to me. Almost like parents giving their child a talking to.

"You've been here all night?" Serge asks his voice calm and levelled. Sage blows smoke in his direction, looking up at him.

"Yeah" he grunts "what's the problem?" he asks, leaning his elbows on his knees, cigarette hanging out of his mouth as the smoke dances around him.

"High Class turned up at the house last night" I tense up, my breath hitching. Sage shows no emotion but the ambience in the room turns dark.

"What'd they want" Sage states, his voice deep and dark.

"Dove" Gunner answers. I watch as Sage's eyes flick pass Gunner and Serge to me briefly, the eye contact sending a shiver down my back.

"Gabe caught the brother walking around upstairs" Sage's eyes are directed back to Serge when he mentions Max.

"You think he got to my room?" Sage asks, throwing the butt of the cigarette into the fire pit. Gunner shakes his head.

"Don't think so, caught him walking towards it" my heart beats in my chest, my emotions confused as the instinctual worry for my brother overcomes me. Did they contain him?

"They know Dove is here, Rage" Serge confirms.

"Hunt there?" Sage asks about Jace. He runs his hands over his cheeks and then shakes his hair out, the curls messy, partly from bed hair and partly from me.

"Yep, asking for his wife" Serge says. Sage stands up in a heartbeat, getting in Serge's face. I sit up slightly, prepared for a brawl.

"Say it a-fucking-gain" Sage calmly says, his nose almost touching Serge's as he dares him to call me Jace's wife again. Gunner shakes his head and walks towards the kitchen area, out of sight.

Serge gives Sage's shoulder a shove and he backs off, hands resting on his hips as his back turns to me.

"You think we got a rat?" Sage questions, steam almost visible from his ears. The thought that someone within the house had been talking to High Class about my whereabouts caused a heavy panic to sit on my chest, making it that little bit harder to breathe.

"Sounds like it" I hear Gunner say over the sound of liquid being poured.

Sage walks up to the adjacent wall and punches it, his fist going straight through the delicate drywall, the dust and plaster scattering along the floor, the loud bang causing me to jump in place.

"Any idea who?" Sage questions. My eyes hyper focus on the cut on his knuckles as blood slowly drips onto the floor. Sage's body language not showing any sign of pain, only anger.

"Not yet" Serge says. Gunner walks back into view, taking a sip of liquid out of a cup, standing next to Serge, blocking my view of Sage.

I hear Sage blowout a breath and see his arms rising to the back of his head.

"Did they say anything about Al's?" Gunner nods his head.

"Yeah, they claimed it, said it was a warning" Sage grunts in anger.

Gunner throws the empty cup into the fire pit after finishing it off. It's silent for a couple of minutes as the cogs turn in Sage's head.

"How quick can I have my shit moved here?" Sage asks. Serge visibly pauses for a second.

"You're going to live here?" he says in disbelief. I look around the current room and the holes in the floor as well as the damage to the rest of the house, knowing this place isnt liveable.

"Dove's not going back to that house until the rat's dead" Sage states.

Serge blows out a breath, running a hand over his head. "Can't spare anyone right now, everyone's either working on Al's or trying to find the rat".

Sage growls under his breath. It's silent as Gunner and Serge watch Sage pace back and forth, the gears in his brain clearly ticking.

"Anything else?" Sage says, his voice impatient.

Serge and Gunner walk out of my vision and towards the direction of the front door.

"See ya later, man" Gunner throws over his shoulder, Sage grunts again while Serge says nothing.

Once I hear the sound of the front door closing I stand up and make my way to the bedroom door. The door squeaks and I know Sage knows I'm there.

Goosebumps rise along my skin at the cool air now that my body isn't covered by the blanket.

Sage's back is still to me as he paces, hands on his hips. I stand a few feet from the doorway questioning what I should say.

Sage spins around and kicks the drum of the fire pit, the loud noise making me jump as the sound vibrates the floor. My eyes widen slightly when they meet his and see the anger behind them.

"Fucking hell" is all he says.