~Chapter 15~

                                    

                                          
"Mel, you can go over there anytime you want but you have to have David with you. As for staying there, I don't want you alone." He said. I know he was trying to calm his anger. 
                          
"Brett, my father leaves this weekend and it's Wednesday. What if I stay there and David stays with me?" I asked. He was in deep thought. 
                          
"Alright." He said. I smiled. He smirked. "I love your smile."  
                          
"Are we going to bed?" I asked.  He got up with me in his arms. 
                          
"Yes, I can tell you're tired and I am itching to wrap my arms around your body while I sleep." He said. 
                          
"Cuddling? I think it's called cuddling." I said smiling. He rolled his eyes. 
                          
"Yeah, we can use the girly term." He said. 
                          
"Boss." I heard a guy say. Brett turned to see Kevin standing in the doorway of the living room.  
                          
"Yes, Kevin?" He said. 
                          
"We checked all entrances and locked all doors and windows. If your father planned to break in or attack there's no way." He said. But Kevil didn't look like he was done. 
                          
"And what's the bad news?" He asked. 
                          
"We have found out there is a rat in our circle." He said.  Brett tensed up. He carefully set me on the ground so I could stand on my own feet. 
                          
"Alright. Call David down." He said. I looked at him and shake my head. 
                          
"Why?" I asked. I could tell Kevin wanted to know but since he works for him questions are out of the answer. So he walked-talked him and left. 
                          
"Mel, I have business to do. You're gonna go upstairs and go to bed. David will be on alert." He said.
                          
"On alert? Does he get no sleep? No! I'm not going to bed." I said sitting down on the couch. He rubbed his temples.  
                          
"This is not up for discussion, Mel." He said calmly. I crossed my arms and turned my head away from him. 
                          
"Exactly. You can keep me here but you can't force me to go to bed or do whatever you want." I said. 
                          
"Believe me when I said you don't want to test me." He said as David walked in the living room. 
                          
"I'm not testing you, I'm telling you that I'm not going to bed." I said. 
                          
"Mel." He Hissed.  
                          
"Don't you have business to do? I don't know why we're over here arguing when you can be doing that"  I said. I was hurt. He worked all day upstairs in his office and now that he has to go to bed he ends up working again. 
                          
"Let's go." He said. I looked at him. He was calm. I saw him smirking. 
                          
"Where are we going?" I asked. 
                          
"To see the other part of me you have yet to know about." He said. He held out his hand when I gave him a confused look but nonetheless I took it. I follow him outside to the backyard. We walked to the shed that wasn't a shed at all. It led to an underground cellar that Brett held a guy tied up in the center of the room. I looked at the guy who was covered in blood. His head hung low as his body hunched over. 
                          
"Boss are you sure it's a good idea to have her down here?" David asked. I glanced at David who was watching me worried. Brett studied me for a while before rolling up his sleeves. It was until Brett walked up to the table of sharp objects that I felt uncomfortable. I hugged myself as I observed what he was doing. Brett picked up a curved knife that was extremely sharp. He walked over to the guy and picked up his head with the knife. 
                          
"Hello Joey. Did you miss me?" The guy blinked a few times. 
                          
"Go. To. Hell." He breathed. Brett tisked him. 
                          
"I'm sure I am already on that list but I don't think I'll be going before you." Joey groaned. 
                          
"What. Do. You. Want?" He asked. Brett let his head fall. 
                          
"The name of the man who decided it was a good idea to betray me." Joey let out a dry laugh. 
                          
"I bet it kills you that someone you trusted betrayed you." Brett's head tilted. 
                          
"Someone I trusted?" Joey dryly chuckled as he looked at him. 
                          
"Poor Brett. Dead mommy. Daddy doesn't love him. Everyone he trusts betrays him. What's next? Your girl-." Brett put a cut in his chest and he screamed out in pain. He shakes his head. 
                          
"You don't get to talk about her." He hissed. Joey groaned and looked up at Brett. 
                          
"Michael is going to win. You want to know why? Because you're weak. I may not be able to see it but I'll be laughing when he gets his hands around her pretty little throat." Brett smiled dangerously. 
                          
"Give me a name." He said in a warning tone. Joey spit at him. 
                          
"Go. To. Hell." He said as he put extra L's on hell. Before I knew it his head was leaving his body. It landed two feet in front of me and I looked at it. I let out a high pitch scream and ran up the stairs.