{Xavier Knight}

I wake up with Amaya's naked body on top of mine. Yes, definitely my favorite way of waking up.

I slowly slip out from under her and she turns, still asleep. She is beautiful. I admire her bare state for a bit then turn to freshen up.

It is early in the morning and it's also Amaya's day off so I decide to stay with her. my excuse to her will be that I am in pain.

After showering I walk out of the bathroom to find my girl still asleep so I head down to make her breakfast and get myself a muffin from yesterday.

"Boss," Derek, one of the members, nods.

"Derek," I greet back.

"Ms. Williams is here," he informs. What the fuck is Jen doing here?

"Send her away," I order.

"We tried but she said it's important. Something about Ms. Rose," Amaya? Jen needs to leave her the fuck alone.

"What is it?" Maybe it's something important.

"I'm not sure. She refuses to talk to anyone but you," Fucking hell. If my muffin is involved I need to know what it is.

"Send her in," I instruct.

He nods and walks out. After a few moments Jennifer enters the kitchen with Derek and I gesture for him to leave.

I look at her for a second, "why are you here?"

"Xavier, it's about Cameron. He still wants to hurt you and he is going to go after the waitress," she explains.

"First of all, she has a name; it's Amaya so stop calling her 'the waitress' and second, aren't you with him? Why would you rat him out? Can't keep your loyalty for him either I see," I spit out.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to explain. Can we just sit and talk somewhere please?" She looks genuine so I mention her to wait till I make muffin some breakfast.

After making some pancakes, I put them on a tray with some orange juice, syrup, and a few strawberries.

I walk over to the elevator knowing Jen will follow and press the third floor. I have my section of the house away from everyone else. The third floor has my room, office, gym, and an extra room with a lot of files as a storage room.

There is another side on the third floor but it is separate from my side. The other side has a shooting and gun area and the second floor has rooms for the members cause a lot of them live here.

Others, like Dante, prefer to live in a different house. Always close in case of emergencies.

As the elevator opens, I start walking over to my room but as I reach it, Amaya walks out.

She is wearing just my button-up shirt, which has only two buttons done in the middle so it displays her hickeys in between her tits and on her neck. She is wearing that with her thongs.

"Hey, you weren't there when I woke up so I was going to look in your office," she mumbles.

I don't say anything but just stare. She looks delicious.

I hand her the tray, "I was making that for you."

"Ooh, thank you," she beams.

She puts the tray on the table beside the door and hugs me. I don't think she noticed Jen yet.

I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me.

"How was your sleep?" I ask, kissing the side of her head.

She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. "It was great."

I can't resist so I lean down and place my lips on hers, parting her mouth and grazing her tongue with mine.

She backs away when she hears someone clearing their throat. Oh right, Jen. I forgot.

"Umm, hello," Amaya greets.

I start kissing down her neck and one of my hands goes to her ass.

Jen lets out an awkward tut, "hi."

Amaya lets out a slight moan when I bite her neck and my dick stirs. I still smirk and continue, occasionally giving her ass a squeeze but then I remember she could be in danger.

Muffin pulls completely away from me, much to my dismay. "So, why is she here?"

"Something about talking, I don't know," I huff. I just want to be with Amaya. Fucking hell.

Jennifer sighs, "I need to tell him something from a while ago."

"Can it wait? I want to... do something," I mumble, still staring at my girlfriend.

Amaya notices and slightly blushes, "go. I'll wait."

"I'll be back in half an hour. Forty minutes at the most, hm?" I let out a breath.

"I'll be waiting," she smiles, kissing my cheek.

"If you want, you can come," I suggest, not wanting to go away.

"I'll eat then think about it, okay?" she nods.

"Okay," I mumble, giving her one last brief kiss before walking toward my office and gesturing for Jen to follow.

"Make this quick, I want to go back to my girl," I say as we settle in my office.

She looks at me with a weird look, "You let her into your room."

"Okay? I think I know that already," I furrow my brows.

"You never let me into your room," she cocks her head to the side.

Why- "I let you into my room. You wouldn't come in because you wanted me to remove my guns and I refused."

"What if she tells you to remove the guns?" She asks, huffing.

"I would remove them," I shrug.

"Did you even love me?" She narrows her eyes. She didn't just...

"Fucking hell Jennifer. You didn't even like my room because you said the furniture wasn't colorful enough or some shit," I hiss. "If this is what you came to talk about then I suggest you leave because I do not have time for irrelevant topics."

She sighs, "I didn't want to leave you."

"What are you talking about?" I'm confused.

"Cole forced me to be with him. I didn't want to be. But he said if I don't leave you he will kill you," What the fuck.

"Tell me everything from the start," I demand.

"That letter. The one on your bed. Cole forced me to break up with you," she starts. "I told him I didn't want to but he threatened me with your life. He told me that he would torture you, that he would kill you and I couldn't risk it."

"Why didn't you tell me at the club," this doesn't seem right. Cameron Cole is fucked up but he knows he can't kill me.

"Because there was security there. They would know if I told you anything," she answers.

"So-" I get cut off by a knock, "come in."

"It's me," Amaya announces as she walks in, "I got bored."

"Come here," I motion towards me and she complies, walking over to me.

I notice she buttoned the shirt up more and put in my boxers underneath to act as shorts. I need to take her back to her apartment to get more clothes. Not that I mind her wearing my clothes but she should be able to walk in her clothes too.

I pull her onto my lap when she is close enough and give her a light peck then turn back to Jen.

"So, as I was saying. How does any of that have to do with Amaya? This was in the past," I question.

"Well, he'll do anything to hurt you and now he knows that you are done with me so he kicked me out but he keeps threatening me by sending people to my apartment. I am not supposed to be here but I wanted to warn you. He will go after Amaya," she explains.

"Wait, so, doesn't that mean he will go after you? since you told Xavier," This time it was Amaya.

"Well, yeah. I still wanted to tell Xavier. I also wanted to tell him that I did really love him but I guess it's too late for that," she mumbles.

"That's bullshit. It's been four years and you know Cole can't do shit to me also you could've told me a while ago. I have caught you alone many times. So, this timing doesn't make sense," this seems weird.

"I was scared," she mumbles.

"Your apartment is not safe," Amaya states.

"I know," Jennifer whispers.

"You can live at my apartment. I have a spare room and I'm going to be here most of the time until my university starts again so you'll be mostly alone until then," she suggests.

"Absolutely not. Your apartment will be on their radar and you won't be able to live there for university. It's going to be unsafe," I reason.

Amaya huffs, "okay, then she can't live at her apartment and you don't want her to live at mine so the only option is here because this is the safest place." WHAT.

"You want her to live here? With us?" I raise my eyebrow.

"I mean not like on this floor but like a different floor," Amaya mumbles.

I sigh, why did I let Jennifer in my house? "I don't want to see her in my house every day."

"Come on babe, she'll be on a different floor and she'll be safe. It's a win-win situation," she kisses my cheek. Not for me, I have to see her in my house every day.

I still can't say no to Amaya though so, "Fuck- fine. But she will live completely on the other floor."

"Yeah and you will give her a job at the bakery," she smiles.

I go to protest but she just pouts, "fine."

Amaya turns to Jen, who was sitting there watching us.

"We can go shopping since you don't have any clothes here also you look tense. Oh my god, we can have a spa and massage day," she exclaims. Why is she so nice to her? Jen treats her like shit.

"You are not going to be best friends with my ex, baby," I groan.

"You shush," she waves me off. "Come on, we'll ask someone where your room is."

She goes to stand up but I stand up and pick her up with me before throwing her over my shoulder, hearing her squeak in surprise and turn to Jennifer.

"You know the way around the house. Go find it yourself," I can't feel bad for her. she had time. she has a phone and she has texted me before but now suddenly when she finds out about Amaya she wants to be a hero and save my girl. I don't trust her.

I walk out of the office and into my room, laying Amaya on the bed and climbing on her.

"Finally."