Chapter 42: chapter 42

Jeremy's pov------------------"What is it?" I ask Pavel once Elora is out of sight.Pavel takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and hands me."The thing you asked for," he says. I open the paper.There's an address written on it.Oh right. I told him this morning that I wanted to meet an old friend of his."He frequents that Bar. If you go this evening, you might find him" he tells me.I nod, grabbing my jacket. "Be careful though, he is not my friend anymore" Pavel warns me.I wink at him. "I'm always careful handsome, Thanks for this," I say, flapping the paper between my fingers.He looks down, flustered.So cute.I head for my room and enter the bathroom directly to take a shower.I have a long night to go tonight. I succeed in finding the old man whom Mason is going to meet. That's a hella rich old man. If Mason somehow convinces him to join hands with "Eagle" then it would be a hindrance for us. Of course, I wouldn't let that happen. I'll have that man meet Rodas before he meets Mason. Besides I've got an advantage. That old man loves to fuck beautiful boys. As much as I hate old men, I will have to do it. But I've to meet Pavel's old friend first since he is rumoured to have worked with that old man before.I wipe the fogged bathroom mirror with the back of my hand. "It's gonna be alright," I tell myself. This has been running for a long time now. The rivalry between 'The Eagles' and 'Red Thorns' and I want it to be over as soon as possible. Of course, Mason would have to die and that fucking traitor Rei Ricci. I wonder why Rodas let him go in the first place. Then again He must have a reason though. Otherwise, Rodas isn't someone who would let go of the traitor that easily.Knock. Knock.I hear a knock on the door and quickly wipe myself before wearing the bathrobe and stepping out of the bathroom. The impatient knock continues. When I open the door, it's Zeco. My heart skipped a bit as I look at him after two days. As much as I was angry at him, I wanted to come back that night but I couldn't because I had to stay on watch. When I came back early in the morning, he wasn't at home. I've not seen him since that day. Now he is standing in front of me with ragged hair and dark circles below his eyes. I step aside for him to walk in. He shuts the door behind him."What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to sound rough but just the sight of his tired face makes me want to pull him into my embrace. But what if he pushes me away?What if he is here for another argument?He doesn't answer and sits on the couch.So, I turn away from him and do my things without giving him any attention. I sit in front of the mirror and start drying my hair. Through the mirror, I see his gaze fixated on me. It's hard not to be self-conscious before those constant eyes.I wonder what he is up to."Thank God you didn't cut your hair. Man, I love it" Zeco's words immediately make me stop what I was doing. I frown. Why would he say that? I mean he wouldn't, never say those words just like that. I walk to him and he smirks at me."I'm telling the truth, don't be angry!" He says and I know something is wrong.I grab his collar and bring his face close to me. The smell of alcohol is evident. I'm surprised, I didn't notice it until he spoke. Maybe it's because he looks the same even when he is drunk. Same cold face."Why would you drink at this time?" I ask and he just shrugs, hands slowly reaching for mine."I guess I wanted to talk to you!" He replies, playing with my fingers. "It's easier that way," My heart thumps against the wall of my chest. I swallowed trying to think what to do. It's an overwhelming feeling and Zeco is only drunk. My head tells me not to get swayed by it but it's always the heart.He pulls me forward and makes me sit on his lap. I feel his chin on my shoulder while his hands wrap around my waist."I don't know what to do Jeremy. I don't have the right to feel anything when you're with another man but I always want you to come back home without staying at anyone's. I would rather want you to come to my room and talk about nonsense things endlessly," Zeco says softly. "I'm always worried about you-""Then why don't you show it Zeco... If you're worried then tell me you're worried. If you don't want me to sleep around with people you've got to say it nicely without insulting me and shamingme all the time. You've got to love me otherwise it only hurts. Instead, all you do is pick fights with me" I interrupt him. "Why do you still love me, Jeremy?" He asks instead. I wonder about that too."I don't know Zeco... Am I stupid?" He chuckles softly."Stupid is the last thing I would say about you," I laugh and turn to face him. "Sleep... You're so fucking drunk and tired" I say, removing his hands from my waist and standing up. He lies down on my bed."Are you going somewhere?" He asks.I nod, removing his shoes. "Got a job to do," "Are you coming back tonight?" I shrug. "Can't say" He stays silent and watches me pull the quilt over him. I caress his cheeks before planting a kiss on his lips."Sleep well," I whisper and then I turn away from him but before I can take a step, he grabs my hand."Don't sleep with anyone Jeremy," he mumbles with drowsiness making his eyelids heavy.Why can't he be this way all the time?