Only For You

Fire in the Hole - 23

*Hunters POV*

When my father told me I had to accompany him to a meeting at a club on Saturday night, I thought nothing of it, until Raven told me she was busy on Saturday night with an important meeting.

I realised she would find out who I was.

I never wanted her to find out, because it would mean she wouldn't want to see me anymore, the casual thing we had going on would stop, it made me feel sick at how selfish I was being, I had been about to bring it up last night, until she reminded me we didn't want to talk.

It was disgusting how relieved I had felt.

I had visited Raven's house twice more for sex. I never talked about the bruises covering my body, i could tell she wanted to ask. We decided we wouldn't be personal, just casual.

We both wanted and needed the pleasure we gave one another and that was it. Yet, it made me feel so shameful whenever I thought of my brother.

I was sleeping with my brothers murders sister. It was why i never wanted to talk to her, she would only remind me of who she was.

I had walked into the VIP booth, carrying a tray of drinks when I locked eyes with her.

I saw as her light blue eyes widened when she saw me. Then she replaced it with a scowl, she was pissed, so pissed.

I listend as her and my father talked, explaining methods on making profit in the club. I drowned it all out as i stared at her.

She was looking rather attractive in the blazer. I thought of ripping them off, learning new sounds she could make as I slipped-.

"Hunter." My father repeated. I turned and looked at him, shame written across my face.

"Sorry father." I apologised.

"I was going to ask you a question, but since you seem more inclined to daydream than worry about the good of our mafia, I'll have you fetch us more drinks." He pointed to the discarded tray.

I stood up and collected the glasses from our company, as I took Raven's glass I heard her take a sharp in take of breath.

It took every bone in my body to not yell out at her every reason why I kept this a secret.

The bar was on the other side of the club, I took my time, weaving in and out of the crowd. I reached the bench and ordered refills.

As I watched the bartender fill up the glasses I felt an arm pull me to towards an empty corridor, I pulled out my gun.

"Don't worry Zandoff, you won't be needing that just yet." I heard a familiar voice drawl.

I whirled to see Raven standing with her arms crossed, she looked furious.

"This whole fucking time you were part of the mafia, and not just part of it, but you are meant to one day grow up and lead it." She whisper-yelled.

"I knew you would find out soon enough." I replied.

"I was sleeping with my bosses son, I had every right to know before I even kissed you." She cried out, i knew she was right.

"I never owed you an explanation, your brother killed my own, he should be dead." I spat.

"Is that why you spent two months making my life a living hell, because of what my brother did to your own." She faltered in her voice, as if releasing exactly what her brother had done.

"No." I said quietly.

"Then please enlighten me on why I deserved the bullshit you constantly threw at me."