Chapter 63: chapter 63

Elora's POV----------------Something has changed. Isn't it?The house is so peaceful nowadays. The boys hang out in the yard in their casual clothes. They enjoy late-night talks, laughing and teasing each other. It's a rare sight, to see them so carefree and not in their suits and stiff poses, so alert all the time. Seems like things have turned out to be good. But I have many questions with me. About Mason. Did Rodas kill him? If not then where is he? What if this whole thing brings trouble again to Rodas? Even if things are looking good now, I can't relax. I'm scared and I'm always on edge. I want to live peacefully in a distant place, away from all this chaos but I can't bring myself to tell Rodas because I know Rodas won't choose that life. If I tell him, he will feel guilty and try to push me away so I can fulfil that dream. That's how Rodas is. He doesn't believe in living an honest life anymore because his hands have been tainted with the blood of countless people. I've never enjoyed violence, let alone killing and murdering people but look at me being madly in love with the person who plays with blood and kills people like snapping fingers. How ironic is that? I step away from the nursery room's door and make my way upstairs. I still haven't gathered enough strength to enter that room. I'm so scared to face it again, don't want to remember the happiness I felt while decorating that room with my own hands. I just hope that there will be a day when I can open that door without any hesitation. The musty smell of books instantly welcomes me as soon as I open the special room. It's been a while. The piano on the side, with a white velvet cover, is waiting for me patiently. I take my time looking around, even though I remember every corner of this room like the back of my head. Maybe I just need to let the time slip before I can go to bed again. I can't seem to fall asleep alone. I pull the cover off the piano, my fingers smoothly pressing the keys as I take a round of it. After minutes of looking around, I take a seat and start playing some random music while closing my eyes.I miss Jeremy. If he were here, we could have a chat right now about random things and giggle together. If only I hadn't forced him to go with me that evening. I know he would never blame me but I just can't help this guilty feeling bubbling inside me. Is that how Rodas always feels? If right then how does he breathe? Because whenever I feel guilty, I feel like I can't breathe. I-CRASH!!My fingers stop dancing and I open my eyes with panic hearing a loud sound behind me but before I can turn around to see, A pair of strong arms wrap around my shoulder, and a soft kiss lands on my nape. I let out a sigh of relief."What are you doing here alone?" Rodas asks with a slurry voice, the smell of alcohol is strong."Are you drunk?" I ask him knowing very well that he is. "A bit tipsy" he answers trying to sound sober, I told him not to get drunk when he went to join the boys."No... You're so drunk" I say in a rough tone and when he laughs, I feel angry."You can tell?" He jokes."Of course," I say and turn to look at him but as soon as I do, my anger disappears somewhere in a matter of seconds. It's his stupid drunk face. The usual fierce look on his face is gone. I slowly clear the messy hair strands away from his sight, revealing a pair of drunk green gazes staring at me and I feel the immediate effect those eyes do to me. It's electric and it never gets old.My gaze drops to escape from his powerful domain but his exposed chest catches me real hard.  I feel hot all over my body. Fuck. I want him to dominate me. "G-Get away from me Stupid," but there it goes again, me announcing my nervousness to him.But he grabs my waist and pulls me close."Do you want me to go Sunshine?" He whispers near my ear and that is it, I can barely stand as he captures my lips and starts kissing me. The alcohol in his mouth tastes somehow sweet and bitter at the same time or am I just getting drunk?Soon our naked body collides on the carpet and I'm a moaning mess, trembling and shaking under his control. Welp. I was supposed to be angry at him but it's ok.This is far better.-------When I open my eyes, I'm lying on the bed with Rodas's arms around my waist. It's already morning and the funny thing is that I don't remember walking into this room and falling asleep. Imagine getting drunk without taking a single sip of alcohol. I slowly raise Rodas's arm from my stomach before getting off the bed. I should make myself a coffee. When I step into the kitchen, Zeco is inside. His mouth stuffed with bread, chewing it in a hurry. I watch him struggling to pack bread, omelette and jams all in one box and when I feel like I cannot watch it any longer, I take away the box from him. "Sit down and chew your bread properly, You'll choke to death before you can even finish packing this" I say. He sits down, silently taking out the remaining bread from his mouth and taking one bite at a time."Are you going to Jeremy?" I ask.He nods with his eyes on the food I'm packing."Can I tag along?" I ask again. He stops chewing and looks up at me in surprise. "You don't want me to?" I must have sounded a bit disappointed. He shakes his head immediately."You can!" I smile and put the well-packed breakfast before him."Give me fifteen minutes to get ready," I say before running out of the kitchen.