A Sinful Triangle

Ch.5-High on a drug lord.

I was late, so I had to buy the place from a guy, but the price is worth it.

I hope Ares will forgive me.

Everyone is set, I made sure to be on the other end of him so he couldn’t see me because if he does if I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to give my best. My heart is racing as it is. A part because I haven’t raced in a long time, and another because I’m about to see Ares.

I look in front, waiting for the sound of the gun, and trying to steady my heart at least a bit.

Please, God, please let him forgive me.

The sound of the gun going off pulls me from my prayer, and I direct all my attention to the race.

The feeling of taking off so suddenly makes my heart skip a beat but not in fear, in excitement, and in a matter of seconds, I'm driving at 100 mph.

The town comes into view and my heart makes a leap of joy and more excitement fills me.

I pass bikes, cars, passing red lights, leaning and taking a sharp right turn with a screech of tires, ignoring the blue and red lights and the sound of the sirens, pushing the gas harder, take another sharp left turn, and after a few more turns, I see the sign towards the highway.

The lights are still flashing in my mirrors, so I know that I’ll have to do something to get rid of them.

My blood turned into pure adrenaline and is rushing through my veins faster than I’m driving, and my f*****g face hurts from the smile that I’m sporting since I saw the police behind me.

Yes, still an adrenaline junky.

When I reach the highway, I stay on the second lane as if I’m going straight, but at the last second, I lean right, straighten myself as fast I can, then jump from this side of the highway to the other, and whoop when I see the police going straight ahead.

I speed until the bike can speed no more, I barely breathe, but I don’t push the brakes, I have to finish first so I can wait for Ares, I need to, besides, I didn’t drive like a f*****g lunatic, and almost killed myself, to lose.

The finish line comes into view and my smile grows when I see that I’m the first to get there.

I stop abruptly, causing the back of the bike to raise, doing a spectacular one-wheel, then I get down and take my helmet off.

The crowd is cheering, but the sound is muffled, my heart is still racing, my ears are ringing, I’m shaking like a leaf and my breathing is fast.

I run my fingers through my hair, ruffling it a bit, then lean on the bike, waiting for Ares with my racing heart in my throat.

A minute after, I see the beautiful black shiny bike and the helmet with the panther on it.

Fuck, I think I’ll pass out.

He stops the same way I did, ten feet away from me, gets off the bike, takes his helmet off, and his hair falls down, reaching his broad and muscular shoulders.

As hot as always.

Our eyes make contact and my heart stops beating, my airways clog and my mouth gets dry in a matter of milliseconds.

He tilts his head and squints his eyes as if he’s not sure what he sees is real, and I look at him with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry...” I know he didn’t hear me, but he’s very good at lip reading.

He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move, not even when a girl jumps on him, he just looks at me.

I want to go and push that girl away, tell her that only I’m allowed to jump on him, but it’s not the case anymore, so, I swallow the lump in my throat, or try, and blink to push back the tears.

To my relief, he pushes the girl off him, then gives me a small smile that made my heart flip, then tilted his head, giving me permission to go to him.

Despite my shaky legs, I start running faster than I have ever run before, and jump into his open arms, wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist tightly, holding onto him for dear life, then sob into the crook of his neck, apologizing over and over again between hiccups and sobs.

“Shh... it’s ok, Mara... fuck...” He cooes in a deep but tight voice and tightens his grip on me, and I inhale the familiar scent of leather, wood, and fresh spices to calm down, but that only makes me cry harder.

“So-rry... m-missed you... so-rry...”

“I know, baby girl... I know...” I can tell that he’s emotional too, I heard this voice when I chose Zion over him, but I won’t ever do that mistake again.

“Ares, who is she?” A high-pitched voice interrupts our moment, and I remember the girl that was hanging on him, and I pull back to jump down, but he tightens his grip, making me smile like a little girl on a Christmas morning.

“Not that I have to explain myself to you, but she’s my baby girl.” I couldn’t help it. I squealed in the crook of his neck, and he laughed. God, how much I missed the rich sound of his laughter, the deep rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

Ok, maybe I’m not really over my crush...

“What do you mean? And I thought we have plans toni--”

“Helen, as I said, I don’t need to explain myself. As for plans, they changed the second this fiery monkey climbed on me.” And I squealed again, and he laughed and kissed the side of my head, melting my insides.

ARES’S POINT OF VIEW

Seeing her again made my heart beat for the first time since the day she left my office and told me that she’ll marry that fucker, Zion.

She feels as small in my arms as she used to, her voice is as angelic as I remember, and she smells the same. An oriental, unique scent, sweet, slightly animalic smell of ambergris combined with vanilla, tonka beans, and leather... exotic, mysterious, warm, and sultry.

My Mara.

I know that Kaden wanted to have his time with her too, but this is my time and he knows it, he's my best friend and he knows how much I love her and how much I missed her.

I told Kaden to bring her bike to my place because she was in no shape to ride, and also because I missed having her body glued to mine and her arms wrapped around my torso.

I think she can feel my heart hammering, but I also know that she doesn't know exactly why. She thinks that it's because I got my best girlfriend back, and she blamed my emotional voice on that too, I know all that because she thinks that that's all she is to me, but she's so very wrong.

I love her, and not in a friendly way, I fell for her mismatched eyes and wild red hair the second I saw her, and I kept falling as I got to know her better, I fell so bad that I didn't manage to get up after she left. I became a cold shell.

I know that at first, she crushed on me, it was too obvious, the way she would blush when I would hug her or compliment her for the smallest things, the way she would bite her lip every time I would kiss her cheek or forehead, and so many other things... but I never acted on it because I was afraid. Afraid that people will realize that she's my weakness, my heart, my soul, and that they will try to hurt her, take her away from me, especially Zion.

And guess what? My fears came true, only that he didn't know he was killing me, he didn't know he was taking my only love away from me.

I cursed myself every day for not telling her about my feelings, I wanted so badly to tell her when she left, but I knew that it was too late. She already fell for the bastard.

"I'm sorry..." She apologizes again in a small voice once I turned off the engine.

"Let's talk inside." I need some more time, I need to grab a grip on myself.

I want to say something, I do, but my heart is acting out and my brain decided that it's a good time to take a break and give the reins to the teenager inside of me who, all he can do is jump up and down and pray not to die.

Fucking hell, I killed someone yesterday, and today I'm a f*****g puddle for a 5 ft 11 woman. Gorgeous, beautiful from all points of view, amazing woman, but still... a puddle?

"Say something, Thor..." She pleads, using the nickname only she's allowed to use, making me smile like a f*****g i***t.

Thanks f**k that I decided to grab a beer and I'm currently being hidden by the fridge.

She gave me the nickname because I somehow resemble Thor, and she says that I also have electricity running through my veins, and it shows in my eyes too.

"Want a beer?" I try to sound normal, but I don't know how normal is anymore, I'm too f*****g happy.

"A beer would be good..." I know she's nervous, afraid that I won't forgive her, but I wasn't mad at her, to begin with.

I was stupid for not telling her what I felt when I still had a shot with her, and she's not to blame for that.

And my racing heart drops as I remember that she's in love with Zion.

I take a silent but deep breath to recover, take two beers from the fridge, open them, then go and sit on the high chair of the kitchen island next to her.

"Here." I put the beer in front of her, and she peeks at me from under her lashes, and my heart clenches when I see that her gorgeous eyes are swimming in tears.

"Baby girl..." I turn and brush her hair behind her ear, then cup her beautiful face in my hands and kiss the tip of her button nose.

Shit... f**k, this girl is doing illegal s**t to me.

"Why are you crying?" I realize that maybe I'm not the reason she's crying but Zion, because, if she's here, then there are problems in paradise.

"Did I... lose you?" She asks with fear laced in her small voice, and the tears spilled down her high cheeks.

Would I be an asshole if I would admit that my heart grew? Maybe. But I can't help it.

"Come here, baby girl." I tap my thigh, and in a second she jumps off the chair and straddles me.

"You could never lose me. Never." I say wholeheartedly while looking into the eyes I fell for, and she smiles so beautifully that it blinds me.

"Thank you so much... I swear that I won't ever let you go again." She vows while I wipe her tears with my thumbs, and I clench my jaw not to squeal too.

"Let's sit somewhere comfortable." I stand with her still wrapped around me, and smile when she buries her head in the crook of my neck and sniffs me.

I take a seat on the living room couch, and she pulls back and looks at me with her signature puppy eyes.

"Is it ok if I don't get down?" f**k. Is it? My d**k is already half hard, what if she feels me? I always had this problem with her, but now it feels like it's more serious than it ever was.

"Pretty please?" She pleads again when she sees that I'm unresponsive.

"Ok." She beames and kisses my cheek.

Fuck damn, her warm breath is f*****g killing me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I need to talk about something serious so I wouldn't lose control and kiss her lips bloody, and I know that talking about Zion will definitely make my d**k fall asleep.

"Not really... now I just want to... cuddle with you." Well, s**t.

"Are you sure? We can cuddle after." I would never want to talk about that motherfucker, especially with her, but I'm losing it, I barely keep my eyes from landing on her plump lips.

"He's everything you said he is and then some. He cheated, and I had enough and now I'm praying that he'll divorce me while making his life a living hell. Well, I'm acting as I act with people I hate, so that should give you a clue about how bad his life is right now." My heart stilled again at the mention of divorce. Do I have a shot with her?

"I see. So you want to divorce him?" I ask just to be sure that I heard her right and that it wasn't my wishful thinking, and she nods.

"More than anything."

"Then why don't you divorce him?" I ask puzzled, still forcing my eyes not to land on her red lips.

"You know him, he would drag the thing until I'll go crazy, besides, he would never let me be if I would be the one leaving him."

"I can kill him and--" She starts laughing, singing the song that I forgot how enchanting it can be.

"Thank you, but I don't want his blood on our hands. He will divorce me willingly. I'll make sure of that." She says determinedly and nods to make a stronger point.

"Can we cuddle now?" She asks with doe eyes laced with hope and beauty, and I nod.

She gets off my lap, -thank you Jesus!-, and I move to the long side of the couch and raise my arm so she could come and lay her head on my chest.

"Oh, God, I missed you so f*****g much..." Her angelic voice makes my skin turn into goosebumps, and I think my heart exploded because I feel really hot inside and I don't feel my heartbeat.

"Me too, monkey... me f*****g too..." I say in an equally emotional voice, and I pull her lean body closer, so close that she's practically half on me, and she tightens the grip she has on my chest and slides her leg between mine.

"Tell me..." She trails off, and I know what she wants. She wants me to talk so she would hear my voice, the rumble in my chest, and f**k if that doesn't do crazy s**t to my entire being.

"You didn't miss much. Kaden is still a crazy f**k, and I... well, I'm also the same." I almost told her that I turned into a cold shell after she left, I almost told her about the endless bottles of whiskey I drank to drown my sorrow, the tears I thought will never stop flowing, but I caught myself in the last moment.