The deal

Chapter Eight

Harley

Two beautiful men.

I haven't even seen anyone this visually appealing in this town. The man he came with is different. Mystery man oozes out darkness, this man is bright, unlike him. They are both beautiful. The one I want is still here. In the café.

I can't talk to him again.

I did that once and he warned me to stay away. Just like Mateo. I know what they say. once bitten twice shy. I haven't been bitten. His warning only made me more curious.

He has been watching me.

He looks at me the same way I look at him. I want him to be the one to talk to me. I want him to let his guard down and give this a chance.

I want him so badly but he doesn't want to give in.

"Read your books,'' Mateo glares at me, as my eyes shift to his table in the corner.

I groan.

How can I read when that man is here?

It was better when he left.

Now I have to watch him even though I can't have him. does that even make any sense? The door to the café opens and for a second, I am distracted as Billy walks into the café. His eyes find me immediately and I stiffen on my seat.

Avoidance has been how I have been able to get through everything that happened.

I haven't seen Billy since the day I was expelled. This man is the reason why my life sucks right now. he is the reason why I hate everyone in that school.

He is the reason why I gave in to the darkness that one time.

"Oh wow, what a surprise,'' he smiles as he walks over to me.

I stand up from the stool because I don't want to have any kind of conversation with him. I hate him and I am pretty sure he hates me too. Billy is good-looking; not like I have noticed. He was the one guy that everyone wanted in school, it was unbelievable to him and everyone else that I didn't want him.

I was a hypocrite according to them.

I wanted all the things he gave me.

I was a liar.

"Harley Davis," he mutters slowly, placing his hand on my shoulder. My heart stops in my chest. I still get nightmares from the things that he did to me. I hate him so much that I wish I could be the one to end him. I hate that I have these thoughts. I hate that he just called my name.

Abruptly I start to pack my books, putting them in my bag. He laughs as I push his hands away from me as I leave the café. I hear his footsteps. he is following me.

Shit.

My pace quickens as I get to the end of the street. I hear him, his sniggers. He likes this, I hate him.

"I just want to talk to you,'' he calls out to me.

I run into the alley, in hopes that I can lose him. yeah, I shouldn't expect anything to go my way. I never have anything go my way. I should have just stayed in the café. it is not like he could have harassed me in front of Mateo.

"Harley, let us have a conversation,'' he calls out to me. I shake as my back hits the cold wall. My hands are trembling, my heart is racing as he stops in front of me.

I know what he is capable of.

"Leave me alone, how much more of me do you want to take,'' I shout. Hopefully, someone would hear me and rescue me from this mad man.

His eyes are dark. There is an evil smile on his face.

"I just want to talk,'' he grabs my arm roughly. It hurts so much but I have to stay strong.

"I don't have anything to say to you. please just let me go and I won't make a big deal out of this,'' I plead. Anything to get away from this man.

He laughs "I think you have said enough. I think you have done enough haven't you?''

I close my eyes as his grip on me becomes tighter. The pain etches into my skin.

It brings back memories.

I don't know what happens because, for a second, I zone out. I don't know why he lets go of me until I hear the voice I have been craving. The voice that I didn't know I needed to hear.

I open my eyes and I see him.

His hand is around Billy's neck. He has him on a chokehold. There is anger in his eyes. he looks so murderous. I should be scared but it only excites me. I want him to kill him.

I want him to hurt Billy as much as Billy hurt me.

I want to watch him bleed, and cry out in pain. I want him to suffer. I want to give in to the darkness. I want this mystery man to take me into the dark.

"Don't you ever touch her again, if I see you anywhere close to her, if I see you as much as look at her, breathe next to her, If I even know you are thinking about her, I WILL KILL YOU.''

I believe his words.

It makes my heart pound.

It is like a claim on me.

I want to be his.

I want him to be mine.

In a second, he lets go of billy and I see the bruise around his neck. His eyes are bloodshot. I don't even know how that is even possible but I don't find out as he runs away from the alley.

Now I am alone with him.

The man I want to be alone with.

He turns his back to me and I wince as he takes a step away from me "Wait,'' I call him as I reach for him.

He stiffens as my hand grabs his arm gently.

He doesn't turn to me.

I feel everything I knew I would feel as I touch him. My heart races as I walk until I am looking into his sapphire blue eyes.

He raises a brow.

I take a deep breath.

"Uh, th..thank you,'' I manage.

He nods but remains quiet.

He doesn't seem like much of a talker and the irony of it is how perfect his voice is.

Talk to me.

"You saved me,'' I add.

"He wasn't going to kill you, besides, this is not how you die.''

I furrow my brows in confusion as he takes a step away from me. I am not ready to see him go so I follow him.

"How do you think I die?'' I ask as I walk by his side.

He turns to me and tilts his head "A painful death. That man is not capable of murder.''

"You don't know him."

"I know a murderer when I see one."

I think about all the things that Billy has done to me. he might not be capable of murder but he is a monster.

"You, on the other hand, are capable of murder.''

For a second, it feels like he is reading my heart. seeing the thoughts that I keep to myself.

Seeing the darkness that I try to keep inside me.

"You know my name. I don't know yours,'' I tell him.

He scoffs "My name is not important."

"Why?''

He shrugs.

We are just walking. I feel like I am floating being this close to him. I don't want to say goodbye.

"What if I guess. Would you give me a hint?'' I smile. He opens his eyes wide and I see a hint of something, one that stirs my emotions. He might try to act like he doesn't feel whatever this is between us but now I see it.

He feels the same way I do.

"I am not playing this game with you Harley, go home,'' my name rolls of his tongue. It is like silk. It melts my insides. I want to hear him call my name again.

Shit.

"I don't want to go home,'' I tell him.

"Then go to the café. read your books.''

I smile again "You have been watching me.''

He raises a brow.

"You want me too. Tell me I am wrong.''

"You are a kid.''

I roll my eyes "I am eighteen. Old enough.''

He laughs.

This is the first time I have heard his laugh.

I want him to laugh again. I want to be the reason for his joy. I want to be his everything.

"Do you preposition guys all the time?'' he asks.

"Only guys I want,'' I answer.

He is the first guy I have ever been interested in and I don't want this feeling to go away. I don't want it to escape me. even if I have to be the one to demand things.

"One date," I raise my hand up, stretching out my index.

"I don't date.''

"Yeah, you seem like the kind of guy that would say that but I can make you want me as much as I want you,'' I wink.

A smile springs up to his face but it vanishes as quickly as I see it. Fucking hell, this man is beautiful. I want to eat him up and have him engraved. I want him to eat me up.

"Say yes Mystery man. One date,'' I beg, the desperation seeping out of me.

"Mystery man?''

I nod "Since you don't want to tell me your name. I have been calling you Dean in my head.

He laughs.

I feel accomplished.

"One date, please. All you have to do is show up."

He raises a brow.

I wait.

Please say yes.

He takes a step towards me "I don't want a date, I don't want romance. You should know by now that guys like me would never do romance. Let me fuck you, that is all I can give you.''

He is so blunt.

I should run for the hills but this is something.

He is giving me something and I might end up getting hurt. I mean, he basically just told me that he doesn't want a relationship but he wants sex.

He hasn't denied that he wants me.

So that is something.

I have to say yes.