Unexpected love

Greenhouse

Leo

I knocked on Harland's door and he opened it not to much later.

"Hey." I grumbled as I stepped in the room.

"Hey, what's the issue?" He asked me.

"I don't know. Jess and I were just training and she all of a sudden got super pissed off." I threw my hands up as I sat down on Harland's bed.

"Hm, did you say anything to make her mad. You read to do that." He mumbled the last part.

"Shut up Harland! I'm serious. She's just so mad and I don't get why."

Then it hit me. My stupid little comment I made when she pinned me down.

"Fuck."

"Hm?"

"I may have made a bit of a sexual comment when she had me pinned in the ring." I cringed at the memory of what I had said.

I let my thoughts get the best of me. I've never felt this fucking stupid over a woman.

"You dumbass!" Harland laughed.

"Seriously Harland, she's genuinely pissed." I was starting to get frustrated with him.

"Why do you care so god damn much?"

"I don't! I just don't like people being mad at me." I defended.

"Are you kidding me? You have over 20 mafias that hate your fucking guts and you couldn't care less. Jessie is honestly just a good fuck and tha-"

I slammed Harland's body right up against the wall. I had my hand around his throat and he was clawing at my grip.

"Don't you dare fucking say that again. Jessie is more than a good fuck you son of a bitch. You say anything like that about her again, I'll forget your my brother."

I released my hand from his neck and he gasped for air. I left the room before I did anything more.

I wanted to rip Harland's throat out. He has no idea what he's talking about.

He's such a asshole. God he's lucky I didn't kill him right there.

I just like that piece of shit to much. He wouldn't show mercy to me if I had said that about Tessa.

Dear god why do I care about her so much?

It's like any little thing anyone does or says about time that could harm her negatively I want to kill them and make her feel like she is pure fucking gold.

She's literally crushing me. I was a ruthless killer. I would murder anyone that tried to fuck the vipers over but now I am softer.

I smile all the time. I'm always laughing.

It's all Jessie's fault.

I wanted to see if she was ok. It wasn't like me but I had this fighting urge to apologize.

I hated the feeling of being mean to her. Like genuinely making her feel uncomfortable or upset,

I went as fast as possible to her room. I knocked on the door and got absolutely no answer.

"Jess, please."

No answer.

I sighed. She hated me. It's official. Jessie hated my guts for making her feel uncomfortable and weird.

Damn it.

Jessie

I heard his knock at the door and sniffled one last time.