C17

LOGAN

Hearing Millie say no to pushing me away was the last thing I expect.

I park my car in front of the dorm then turn to face Millie who's asleep. After we left the club,I took her to a Cafe & Bistro joint and watched her eat. I enjoyed every second of her uncomfortability as a red blush creeped up her cheeks.

Her head leans against the window and her lips are slightly parted. I've found myself watching her more often lately, mostly behind the shadows and at times,she seems to sense me with every movement.

I step out of the car and round to the other side, I reach for the seat belt when her eyes open and meet mine. She lifts her small hand and traces her finger over my eyebrows,the bridge of my nose and then my lips. I watch her silently as she stares at them longer than the rest of my other features.

"Come on,let's get you inside."

I carry her and she loops her hand around my neck. I take her up to her room without even asking for directions or which number it is. When I lay her down on the bed,she asks in a sleepy voice.

"How did you know which room I'm in?"

I just stare at her without answering, a frown appears on her forehead and her lips pout.

"You're a creep,you won't ever let go until you get what you want from me,will you?" She yawns and then her eyes shut.

When she's fast asleep,I brush some of her hair off her face.

"I don't think I'll ever let you go dimples."

Three Days Later.

After slamming the door shut in Mia's face,I walk to the fridge and grab a beer.

Shit. If she doesn't stop this clingy habit,I'll have to resort to other methods in order to keep her the fuck away. Using Mia to get rid of Millie in my head was a big fucking mistake,all I did was make myself crave her more, comparing her to what Millie would feel like beneath my touch.

"He's dead," Sin pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Whether we deny any involvement in it,they won't believe us because of our last encounter," I say.

"It must be an inside job. After the threat you loudly declared,it's obvious someone else took advantage and grabbed the opportunity," Sin adds.

"Because they knew the blame would fall on my word," Kill sighs.

"Exactly," Sin agrees.

"So what we have to find out is who in their circle did it. We can't have a senator's son's death on our hands right before the elections. We need that partnership,that's the only way to ensure smooth shipments into the city," I say.

If the fathers haven't yet heard about this,then it's best we tell them the whole story before someone else does.

As we thought,we are in a shity position. The Fathers think we played dirty and it isn't a good fucking sight seeing them pissed as hell.

"Get this shit fixed before I chop off your balls and feed them to my wolves." Uncle Vince growls as his fist lands on the table,he eyes all three of us with a stern glare. The promise of his words becoming a reality sparkling in his harsh eyes.

"If I were you,I'd start working right now." Uncle Sven,Kill's father dismisses us.

As for Uncle Jude and my father,they remain silent, watching us with dark eagle eyes. The two of them are the most deadliest,their silence is what has me in a twist because I know,they are all about action without words.

The moment we step out of the doors,Sin lets out a sigh laced with so much tension. Kill remains quiet until we drive away from the Cabinet. The Cabinet is the House of Fathers. It's where all the meetings and initiations are held but each one of them has their own personal homes.

We get to the end of New York City to see if our hacker has any information on the situation,but unfortunately,he has nothing.

I pull out my phone on the way to the car and call Millie,she doesn't pick so I pocket my phone.

"Do you think he did it?" Kill asks, breaking his silence mode for the first time since we left the Cabinet. We don't have to ask to know who he's referring to.

"Shit,man." Sin runs a hand over his face and lets out a frustrated sigh. His phone has been ringing none stop since yesterday. If we don't figure this out,then Kill will have a red tag on his forehead by the organization backing the Senator candidate.

"He's been laying low for the past six months since he screwed up an operation and got Sue killed. I doubt he would have enough access to get rid of a powerful person's son overnight." Sin says,which has Kill scoffing.

"This is Malik we're talking about here,the three of us know that he's very capable."

I remain quiet, thinking through their suspicion as I meet their eyes in the rearview mirror.

When we get back to campus,I head direct for the shower. If Malik is back,then we all have to be careful. He's someone who knows so much but yet we can't kill him because that means declaring world war and a blood bath on the people we care about. At that thought,an image of Millie flashes through my mind, making me pause.

What the fuck? Why is Millie the first person who comes to mind when I want to protect something?

Not allowing myself to dwell much on that thought,I turn off the shower and then head out. I need to see her,fuck if I can control it but I can't,all I want is to be close to her,to touch her soft skin and watch the red blush creep up her cheeks when I say something crude.

Walking through the dorm door,all the girl's eyes focus on me and I hear whispers which I ignore.

I knock on Millie's door and she opens up while yawning,she pauses when she sees me,then her eyes widen.

Her hand grabs my arm and pulls me inside her room, shutting the door and making sure to lock it.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She whispers angrily.

The moment those words leave her mouth,I clash my lips on hers and slam her against the door. I claim,bite and suck her mouth,she kisses me back with the same hunger until I hear her whimper.

"Logan..." She whispers again. "Why are you here?"

Before I can answer,a knock sounds at the door startling her.

"Millie? Are you alright?"

"She's-" her hand slaps over my mouth, stopping me from speaking.

"Y-yes,I'm okay Lia."

Lia? Red-head's sister?

"I heard a bang just now and I'm sure I heard a man's voice."

Millie's eyes widen.

I easily remove what she thought was a steel hold from my mouth and whisper only for her to hear.

"A bet."

"Are you serious right now?" She hisses. I hold her eyes,a promise to speak up lurking behind them.

"Fine! What is it?"

"Come with me tonight,for a drink with my friends."

"No,are you crazy? I'm not going anywhere with you."

"Fine." I place my hand on her collarbone and push her back against the door again,causing a loud thump on the wood.

"Millie? Are you sure you're okay?" Her friend's worried voice reaches us and I smirk.

"Fine! I'll go," She glares. "Yes Lia,I'm okay,just trying out the dress you got me,it's too tight,geez."

"Oh." A hint of a smile laces her friend's voice, "Who's the lucky guy about to wipe clean those cobwebs?"

A bright red creeps up Millie's cheeks.

"Don't start Lia."

"What? I mean,you need to get some,maybe you might stop being a prude once and for all and say words like...you know,dick? Or cock?"

"Can you stop? Just go away."

"I'm telling you. Heads up,it's so embarrassing to just lay there and wait for a man to give you release,you need to move too, doesn't matter if you're below. It will make you look lazy and no man wants that,i can teach you a few things if you let me."

"I don't need to know that Lia,I'm not sleeping with anyone and you're not teaching me anything."

"Yeah yeah,you'll only have sex with your husband. Lame."

I listen to their weird conversation with amusement,which happens to annoy Millie because apparently,I'm getting bits of information on her private life.

"Totally lame," I whisper.

"That's none of your business," she directs at me but loud enough that her friend thinks she's talking to her.

"Come on,you wouldn't be wearing that sexy dress if you weren't planning on seducing someone so that you can get laid."

I cage her with both hands on either side of her head,a dark smirk playing on my lips.

"Fine,if you go away,I might tell you everything."

"Deal." Her friend agrees with a second thought,as though Millie getting laid is her payroll.

She finally sighs and slumps against the door when she hears her friend's retreating footsteps.

The easiness is short lived when I run my finger on the V of her blouse.

"I don't know what it looks like,but I need you to wear that fucking dress, dimples."