《His Possession》THIRTY-ONE
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I sat there stunned. My mind was still wrapping around the fact that Jaxon used to get beat up by the man I thought was a perfect husband in those pictures on the walls.
I stood up and walked downstairs, and made my way towards Landon and this guy named Anthony.
They were both typing away on their laptops as I went to Landon's side. He looked away from the screen and stared at me.
"C-can we talk?" I said looking down.
"Yeah."
We made our way towards the living room while I sat down on the couch while he stood in front of me.
"Is it true?" I whispered and looked up at him.
"What's true?" He said while giving me a confused face.
"About Jaxons scars?" I saw his Adam apple move up the slowly down.
"H-he told you?"
I nodded and looked down at my hands.
"Then you understand why his ma is so important to him then."
"Yeah."
"Well. I'm going back because we are so close to getting his location." He walked out and the door bell rang.
I sat up and went back to the kitchen and see Landon open the door.
"It's about fûckin time TANNER! Get over there and fûckin help!" He said grabbing a guy by the collar and yanking him inside.
"I'm sorry! I was stuck in traffic!" The guy I guess is Tanner, scrambled towards the table.
Jaxon made his way down stairs with a mad face on. And made his way next to Landon. He wore a black t-shirt with black jeans with red vans. His hair was combed back and he looked really good. Like really good.
They all typed away and they were all focus on finding Jaxons ma.
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I made my way towards his room and pulled out an over side grey sweater with some leggings that and undergarments that Jaxon stole from my house. I walked in the bathroom and took a quick shower and pulled my hair in a lose French braid. I grabbed some slip on vans that I had from my house and slipped them right on.
I made my way down stairs just in time when Jaxon stalked towards Tanner and was about to slam his head on the laptop. I ran towards Jaxon and pulled at his arm.
He pulled my close to his chest and hugged me till his breathing calmed down. His chest started to vibrate when he started to speak.
"Don't ever fûckin say that!" He yelled while hugging me tighter.
"I-I'm -its just impossible trying to find his signal." Tanner said while his voice shook in fear.
His breathing started to turn heavy and his hold tighten to the point where it's started to hurt.
I rubbed his back and I felt him look down at me but I tucked my head in his chest so he won't look at me with those beautiful blue eyes.
He huffed and let go of me and walked back towards his seat. I looked at Tanner and see him paling and his fingers typing faster then anyone at the table.
Anthony would scrunch up his eyebrows then lift them but then scrunch them back again, and Landon looked like his trying really hard not to breathe. The vein in his neck would pop out in some moments and the creases on his forehead would deepen when he would get frustrated.
Jaxon on the other hand was looking calm but the way his fingers would hit the keys and the vein on his neck tells me he's getting frustrated and mad at the same time.
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I slowly made my way towards the kitchen where Landon's keys where and I quietly picked them up. I looked back at the boys and see them to concentrated on their laptops.
I had a bad feeling about going there but it's only one way for them finding his mom.
I let out a shaky breath and tucked his keys in my sweater. I made my way towards the back door and slowly closed the door. I made my around the house and climbed the fence that was surrounding the house and jumped down.
I slowly made my way in the front and looked through the front window and see Landon yelling at Anthony and the rest of the guys was still writing stuff down on a paper then going back to typing.
I let out a sigh a relief and made my way towards Landon's BMW. I didn't click the button to unlock the door because I was afraid it would be to loud and they would hear. I just unlocked the door with the key.
I adjusted the seat so my feet can reach the gas because of his fûckin long ass legs. I fixed the rear view mirror and clicked my seat belt. I looked back at the house and sucked in a breath and placed the key in the key hole and turned on the car. I thank God that his car didn't make a loud ass noise like other cars when they turn on.
I pulled out of the drive way and released the breath I was holding. I let out a nervous chuckle and made my way down the street.
I turned the radio on low and made my way down the roads downtown and made my way on the freeway.
I merged off to the exit and made my way on a loop and went west on a different highway.
I made my out of the highway and down the road I would never forget.
I traveled down the road till it was nothing but that house. I breathe in slowly and breathe out. I pulled up on the drive way and walked out of the car. When I was walking up the stairs I grew more nervous.
I slowly knocked three times and took a step back.
The door open showing the one and the only guys who would always give me the creeps.
"Well. Well. Well. Well it's the one and famous Jordan." Daemon said while looking me over.
"I came here to talk to your boss."
He lifted an eyebrow and leaned on the door post.
"Really now? What for?"
"Something really important. Please it won't take long."
He looked me over and stepped aside.
"Follow me kid."
He closed the door behind me and walked ahead. There was all kinds of young and older men in this house. They all stop what they were doing and looked at me.
I quickly looked at Daemons back and quicken my paste. We made our way up stairs and made our way towards the big huge doors.
Daemon knock twice till we heard a grunt saying to come in. He stepped aside and stuck out and hand telling me to go ahead. I stuck in and breath and pushed opened the doors.
I quickly turned around and closed the doors when I made it inside. I let the breath out and closed my eyes.
I felt his eyes on me and I turned around while I open my eyes.
"I need your help."
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