Indebted To You

Orders

Zander:

Nearly three weeks have passed and Blu hasn’t returned to our room, I’m starting to believe maybe I’ve done something wrong.

We didn’t have any classes together, and I’ve been tied up with practice and Jaxon’s new idea.

Sitting at the table of the cafe dinner eating with the guy’s everyone is laughing and joking around, but me...My head could only relive that night of glory.

“Dude, what happened?” Axel said with a mouth full of food.

“Nothing, just thinking about our new project,” Jaxon said holding up a drawing board for everyone to read over.

“Yo. Blu!” Jaxon yelled causing my head to snap in his direction, but it gave me a weird feeling when Blu turned his head and walked off in the opposite direction with another man. Smiling and talking with him, I watched as they pushed each other lightly and runoff.

“Man, what’s that all about, he hasn’t been in school for more than two weeks and who was that guy?” Harry’s words sunk deep into my head, I end up jugging a six-pack before I felt human again.

Blu and I weren’t together and I honestly didn’t know much about him, but the time we did spend together was filled with laugher and fun.

I found myself crying and for no reason at that,

“I’m such a baby, thinking that anyone would find me attractive.” I snapped hitting myself in the head.

My room is so quiet and eerie, just laying on Blu’s bed wearing one of his shirts, it’s weird how his smell soothed me enough. I jumped at the sound of a key turning the lock, there was no time to react Blu was here….

“I’m back!” the simple words filled my heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t know when you were going back,” I said sitting up on his bed after he crossed his arms gesturing to me in his bed.

“Ok,” just like that he sat on the opposite side of the bed.

The room stayed quiet for a while before I had enough courage to speak again.

“Umm… Where have you been?”

“I’m tired lets sleep,” he said then pulled my shoulder down onto the mat. Even though his eyes are closed I could tell he had a lot on his mind, laying with him felt so natural and welcoming.

I nuzzled closer to his chest letting him squeeze me with comfort, the smell of his clothes was something between wood and oranges. I felt my eyes grow heavy as his hand combed through my hair, this is the silence I loved.

“I think I want you to stay longer,” I spoke before I closed my eyes,

My anxiety went in overdrive fearing that he would be gone in the morning, on that this is the last time I’d see him, it seems childless but I’ve long for comfort.

And of course, I woke alone... Blu left again, but it was different this time. I shuffle around the room getting ready for class then I noticed it.

Blu’s suitcase was gone he wasn’t just gone for a while, he was gone for good. For a minute I felt like a teenager going through their first break up, I’ve had girlfriends and Blu wasn’t even my boyfriend, just something about him.

Blu pov:

I smiled at Zander’s bedhead look this morning when I woke up, my chest hurt so bad as I packed the rest of my things. I had to leave him or he’ll be in trouble with my family, I should have known better.

My heart ached as I closed the door texting Jaxon telling him I was in on the Motorcycle Club idea he had and that my father wanted to have a sit down with him. I don’t want Zander involved with my family bullshit ever and if this sit goes the way my father wants the MC will not just be bikers having fun, but drug runners for the Spanish Cartel.

As I walk down the street to my dad in his awaiting car holding in my angry as he smiled spitefully.

“Fix your face,” he said, I rushed to salute and straighten myself.

Part of me wants to just say f**k you and run away, but the last time I did that he had my brothers beat me and my partner. It took me nearly three months to heal and he never talk to me again.

I kept my head low as we drove watching the school fade from the rearview hiding my sadness.

I’ve spent eight months with Zander, and I made so many friends and even felt like I fit in a little bit.

“Things to do in the next two weeks,” Dad said handing me a packet to pick-ups and drop sites, flipping through pages seeing who he is ordering me to work with.

“I don’t want this, you know I hate this kind of life…” cut off by the wack of his walking stick to my head.

“I don’t f*****g care what you want, you’re lucky I didn’t kill you the day I saw you kissing a man.” he snarled hissing and snapping his teeth.

The next day I woke up early to shower and prepare for the run set, my brothers Mario and Edu are running with me. Most likely to watch over everything, we have enemies, but my father is more worried about me running off again.

“Come on Fag,” Mario teases smacking the back of my head. Looking in the mirror was a depressed tortured man with a suit on, all happiness was left with Zander.

“Shut up!” Edu barked, Mario and Jamie would tease and bully my sexuality, but Edu and Jorge understood the idea that love is love and it has no gender. I’ve never told Dad about Jorge’s girlfriend being a transgender woman. Just like when they saved my partner from being raped but Mario and Jamie.

“It won’t last long,” Jorge whispered putting an envelope inside my jacket pocket.

Nodding as we set out, one car and my bike for money intake if cops stop us we will be able to hide s**t in my inner side.

I found new happiness in the wind blowing through my hair reviving the throttle pushing a wheely not fearing death anyone, I’d rather be dead than here.

*Honk Honk* I turned flipping the finger to Mario hitting another revive when I swerve after he tapped my back tire.

Scruccing my face to the asshole move, he only smile and arched his eyebrow.

“What the f**k did you do that for?” jumping off my bike throwing my helmet to the ground as Mario hoped out of the truck.

“You stupid i***t, this isn’t a game” he pushed me then was it, I swung connecting to Edu’s palm.

“Cut it out both of you, Let’s get the package and run,” he said throwing his arm over my shoulders, no doubt to protect me.

Mario isn’t small, but for a short man, he has a powerful punch.

The short walk to the side building of the oceanfront warehouse station, abandon place served well for store product and money packs. If cops drop by they can’t pin it on us, no prints or Cartel leads here.

Tossing bags into the truck Mario and IJamie’shad a pushing match. Weirdly, even the oldest son could act so childless. Dust bounced of everything, pallets stacked with old factory equipment.

“Let’s go,” I texted the number listed getting the drop-off.

“Sunrold.” I said hoping on my bike,

Back on the road with the quiet and refreshing turned orange and red trees, slowing down when I spot a cop car following me. They were following me and not the truck, pulling the bike into a gas station to fill up not that I needed it, just wanted to get the cop off my tail. I watched the truck pass by, my phone beeped. I explained, telling them a cop’s been tailing me and to go on their own I’d check-up.

For the rest of the ride, I kept my open for that cop, but nothing pulling into Sunrold spotting the truck Edu and Mairo chatting with someone the closer I got it was then I realized it.

“Jaxon?”