DESIRED (BWWM)

Water Splashes, Confusion and A smile?

Elijah

I come back to the house after disposing of Vlad and my nose is greeted by Angie's amazing cooking, which makes my stomach growl even though I ate a subway in the car.

"Is Renée and Rachel home?" I ask, sitting on a stool in the kitchen. "Mrs Rachel just came home, she vomit but I clean,"  she says and I roll my eyes. Of course she's drunk.

"And Renée?"
"She not home yet," she answers and I frown, looking at my watch to see that it's a little after six before taking my phone out and dialing Nick's number.

"Yeah?" He answers gruffly and I roll my eyes.
"Where's Renée?"
"She's in the car, we're on our way back," he says and I breathe easier. "Good"
"Elijah?
"What?
"You fücking owe me big time for this shit," he crumbles and I roll my eyes. "Just bring her home."

I say before ending the call. A few minutes later there's a knock on the door and I open it to see a sleeping Renée in Nicks arms.

"Why the fück are you holding her?!"
"Easy dude she fell asleep in the car," he says defending himself.
"And you couldn't wake her up?"
"I tried Eli. She's dead to the world, besides she looks like she needs it," he says and the longer I look at Renée in his arms the angrier I get.

"Just hand her to me," I say and he gently places her in my arms. My body relaxes the minute her lily peach smell surrounds me and glare at Titanic.
"Don't fücking touch her again Nick. I'm serious, next time you call me to come get her," I say, trying not to let my irrational anger show.

He looks at me with raised eyebrows but doesn't say anything. "I heard you killed Vlad," he states and I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, I didn't even play with him first," I reply a little regrettably as I look down at Renée, enjoying the contrast of our different skin colors.

"Remind me to never get on your bad side man. Crazy ass," Nick says and I look at him with raised eyebrows.
"You get on my bad side everyday Nick and I'm not crazy, I'm a psychopath making a difference," I say and Nick scuffs.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night, Eli," he mutters before looking down at Renée one last time and walking away.

I walk us over to her room and clench my jaw when my eyes land on her exposed thigh, making me instantly hard. I suck my teeth and curse myself for my lack of self control.

I fucking told her to be careful around me. If I'm supposed to leave her alone, I'm going to I need all the help I can get.

I sigh as I try to walk in a way that doesn't hurt. I've never wanted another person the way I seem to want her, sure there have been other women but they never mean more than a quick fuck. And then I lay my eyes on this brown skinned beauty and its like I no longer have a brain.

The way I react when she's with another man that isn't me is possessive at its best and toxic at its worst and most of the time, I don't even care.

When I'm in her room, I lay her down on the bed and take her shoes off before Pulling the duvet securely over her shoulders and absentmindedly tugging on one of her curls.

I smile when it springs back up as I once again admire her exotic beauty. Renee's mother is white and with the research I had my men do I know that her father was of color.
I groan when I feel myself getting impossibly harder.
I don't know what this girl is doing to me but I have never wanted anyone the way I want her.

And not only in my bed. Something about her makes me protective as all fuck.
I want to keep her safe from the ugliness of this world and if I'm being honest with myself in order to do that she needs to stay the hell away from me.

I'm a bad person, this I know. But what makes me even worse than the average criminal is the fact that I enjoy it, I crave it.

The high I get when I'm in a shoot out? I live for it.