C10 Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

I sat down at the bar and Alexander went behind it and started pulling out bottles of alcohol and a couple of glasses.

‘'What do you want to drink?'’ I looked at the options, but being a non-drinker, they all pretty much looked the same to me. I shrugged.

'’What do you suggest?’' He grinned and popped the cap off one of them, god knows what it was, I couldn't see the label and he poured me a glass. Sliding it across the bar to me. I thanked him and took a big gulp... And instantly regretted it.

'’Wow.. wow, careful. You're not used to it. Your tolerance level is non-existent, you'll be pissed before you even finish the glass’'. I felt myself blush and put the glass back down. It wasn't the nicest tasting liquid, but, it wasn't the worst either.

'’Tell me some stories’' I randomly blurted out. He finished pouring his drink, downed it in one, which was... impressive, and leaned against the bar, close to me.

‘'What stories are you wanting to hear?'’

'’I don't know... about here, Ron, you, mum, the gang... anything’'. He took a sharp breath in through gritted teeth and let out a long sigh.

'’There isn't much to tell'’. I laughed out loud sarcastically and took another big mouthful of my drink.

'’That is complete and utter bullshit. You don't get taken in for questioning and have a wall of mug shots if there isn't much to tell. Jemma already said you guys have done some serious shit, so...?'’

'’What serious shit has Jemma told you?'’ Ah, crap, maybe I shouldn't have said that...

'’Nothing much. So.. why don't you tell me?’' He didn't answer, instead, he poured himself another drink, downed it and then poured one more. '’What, not gonna down that one as well?'’ He grinned.

'’Nah'’. He let out a long, slightly overdramatic sign and came to sit down next to me on the barstool. '’I can't tell you anything about the club. Not until Ron is ok with it. You're his kid, it's his business... It's his choice’'. I nodded, understanding. '’Same with stories about him... That's his call’'.

'’Ok.. so, what can you tell me?'’

'’I've been to prison a few times, drugs, violence... attempted murder, but those charges were dropped'’.

'’Wow, truth bomb'’. He shrugged.

'’I'm not ashamed of my past. It showed my loyalty to my gang and my brothers'’.

‘'I suppose so...'’

'’Are you uncomfortable with Felons?’' His question caught me off guard a little.

‘'N-no... I've just never met one before with such a serious rap-sheet'’.

'’Don't you have criminals in the UK?’' I couldn't help but let out a small chuckle.

'’Well, yeah, but... I've never been friends with felons before'’. He raised his eyebrow. '’What?'’

'’We're friends?'’ I could tell he was just messing around, so I decided to play along.

'’Well, maybe’'. He grinned and... I don't know, in that second there was just... something about him and I started to see him in a new light. Before I said anything stupid, I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of the liquid inside it, in one.

Slamming the glass down, I suddenly felt light-headed... But in a good way. Surely alcohol doesn't react that quickly? I pushed my now-empty glass over to him and smiled.

'’Another?’' I nodded and he grabbed the bottle, pouring me another full drink. '’Don't drink this one so quickly. You'll get so drunk, I'll have to help you to bed'’.

'’Oh yeah, you'd love that huh?’' The surprise on his face was exactly what I was feeling myself. Where did that come from?! I felt like I should be blushing or feel embarrassed, but I didn't. Maybe that was the alcohol working its magic.

‘'Maybe’'. He grinned at me.

'’God, you're so cocky, aren't you?'’

'’Yeah. I am'’.

We just stared at each other in silence for what felt like forever. I only broke it so that I could have some of my freshly poured drink, but the glass had barely touched my lips when Alex took it out of my hand and put it back down on the bar. I looked at him, ready to have a go and demand why he did that when he got off the barstool and leaned in close. My breath caught in my throat as he got closer, my panic level went from 0 to 100.

‘'W-what are you doing?’' My voice was barely above a whisper, but he didn't answer me, instead, he lightly grabbed my chin between his thumb and finger and lifted my head. I was frozen, not really sure how to react.. And then it happened...

...He kissed me.

Just once and then he pulled away again and just looked at me. Before I knew what I was doing, I was stepping up to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling him back to me, kissing him again. I don't think I even liked him, but... I kind of just wanted the physical comfort.

I felt his arms snake around my waist and he pulled me close. It wasn't just one or two kisses, we had gone past that and now it was a full-on make-out session. He turned us around and pushed me against the bar. I could feel his behaviour becoming more controlling... and, strangely, I loved it.

As it all started to become more heated, I pulled away and pushed him back a little.

'’What's the problem?'’

'’Nothing... Come on…’' I headed towards my bedroom, not looking back to see if he was following me... But, I knew he was...