Woody and Yale Falling Under

Chapter Thirteen

Woody's Point of View

I felt my feet carry me across the casino floor as lights flickered from all around me while I quickened my pace as I dropped my empty glass of scotch carelessly onto a tray that a waiter had carried as he walked past me.

My eyes noticing Denver as he nodded his head standing up from the seat he was sitting in at the bar with Kelly beside him. She placed his hand on the small of her back as he kissed her cheek and then whispered something to her, giving her a stack of cash and then then he turned to see me walking towards the blackjack table as I cleaned my teeth with my tongue and he smirked his evil smirk while running his fingers through his hair as I cracked my neck and relaxed my body.

The casino was full tonight and every seat at every table was almost taken, but we didn't give a f**k about any other table besides the one we had set our eyes one since we had arrived here an hour ago, after Denver got tip from some member in his gang that Nico would be here playing tonight.

Nico had walked in a few minutes ago and we had been watching him from a distance from each side of the Casino. We gave him enough time to get comfortable and that was over now, it was time for Denver and I to go to work.

I walked towards the table taking a deep breath in as a rude piece of s**t try to cut in front of me, almost taking a seat right beside that b***h Nico, while Denver was still approaching the table.

I reached out my hand and then gripped the back of the blazer that belonged to this old rude f**k and pulled him back, towards me and away from the seat that was mine.

He quickly turned around staring up at me with eyes of an owl as if I had just betrayed him.

"What the f**k man!? You got a problem!?" He c****d his head back as if he wanted to fight me but I didn't have time for this s**t.

I narrowed my eyes at him and then calmly pulled a Glock 17 out of my front hoodie pocket and pressed the nose of it into his stomach as I acted very discreetly and tried my best to cover up any site of it.

The owner of the casino who was a close friend of Denver and I said that we had to play nice tonight because he didn't want drama, but I was feeling rather impatient and I can get very ruthless and dramatic when being tested.

"I- I- shit." He stuttered as I stared at him "Walk away calmly and find another table." I nodded and then Denver shook his head in amusement as the old guy swallowed and then nodded in speed before quickly walking away before I placed the gun back into my pocket.

Denver and I both sat ourselves down at the table on either side of Nico as he was laughing with a few of his gambling friends and gulping down his enter glass of alcohol.

"And then I told her...what the f**k I look like b***h-" he spoke before I tossed two stacks of 100's onto the table while Denver laughed his crazy laughed that was honestly creepy as f**k. When he does that laugh Denver switches from sanity to insanity, he becomes the ruthless intense version of himself that honestly scares the f**k out of Kelly and I because we no longer know him, he's lost in his own little world of crazy.

We call his alter ego The Butcher, we had no f*****g idea as to why but it just suits him.

The Butcher then called over the waitress because he wanted a drink and then I interrupted and cut off Nico's words. "Dead, you look dead to me." I smirked as I pulled his attention to have him look deep into my face as if he had just seen a ghost. He wanted to get up from his seat but then I had pulled him back down by material of his shirt.

"Chips, for my boy and I." I nodded at the dealer referring to the money I had placed on the table to buy chips for Denver and I to play.

"That coke money still keeping you fed? Or you running low and need me to buy you chips?" I asked him with a raised brow as the other men at the table minded their own business and then the dealer began to count the money and sort out the chips.

"Chips..." The Butcher smiled as if he was in a daze while the waitress handed him his usual drink Whiskey on the rocks "I wonder if I can chip away at your jaw and wear your teeth as a necklace." he smiled at Nico before taking a sip of his drink.

Okay, my boy had serious problems but he means well...sometimes.

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about." Nico shook his head nervously as he tossed in a few 100 dollar notes to buy himself chips.

I laughed out of anger.

Is he seriously playing dumb, this b***h really be pushing me.

I looked passed his head smirking to see The Butcher shrugging his shoulders with a silly smile dangling on his lips "He's really testing us Woody. I don't like being tested." He twisted his neck to stare straight into the side of Nico's face and then then wrapped his hand tightly around the chain that hung from his neck and pulled it down with force and strength as The Butcher smashed his head down into the wooden table, hitting the surface so hard that his nose began to bleed and the sound of the impact even sent a wave of pain through my spin.

The Butcher laughed as he held up the chain he had broke off from Nico's neck up into the light while Nico screamed in agony.

I gripped the back of his head by his long hair and pulled his head back as I stood up from my seat and came closer to his face looking him in the eye.

"Do you know what I'm talking about now?" I asked seriously and then he groaned from the pain as blood came running down his nose while the people at our table began to get up and leave.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry...I have some of the coke. I'll return it to you!" He held up his hands to protect himself from me, but I didn't do anything to scare him in that moment.

"Some!?" I felt the rage built inside of me "The f**k you mean some!?" I pulled out my gun and came closer to him again pressing the nose against the temple of his head.

I notice the casino begin to empty itself calmly.

"I-I sold some of it and I-I-I I'll g-get it back!? I promise I'll get it back! Don't shoot me!" He yelled and then I raised my brow as if he was stupid "I'm giving you two days to deliver all the coke to me or else I will kill you and your family...and you know I won't hesitate." I nodded "Boss man wants me dead if I don't get the full 3 million dollars worth of coke. And if you don't get it to me in time I will die, but before that I will take full satisfaction in knowing that I killed you." I smiled thinly.

"Why you gotta be so straight to the point huh?" The Butcher chimed in,

oh f**k here we go.

He shrugged "I like games, Nico likes games...so let's play a little game." He smiled and then pulled Nico towards the table and placing his hand on the board before swiftly pulling a knife out of his pocket and sliced his index finger off clean as Nico yelled while blood came gushing out.

This b***h always takes it one step too far. I lifted my empty hand to cup my forehead as I shook my head at him before watching him pick up Nico's half finger.

"And go!" He screamed like a mad man highly excited as we all just looked at him while Nico tried to wrap his hand into his t-shirt to compress his finger and stop the bleeding.

"Go!" He looked at Nico as if Nico was stupid before dropping his half finger into a bucket of ice. "What are you waiting for...I'm motivating you." He shrugged "You have less than 12 hours to get us our coke if you would like to reattach your finger. If you exceed the 12 hours. I'll send one of my guys to cut off your foot..." he laughed "and so on and so on." He shrugged "2 days..." the Butcher pointed his knife at me "but with a twist." He smirked darkly.

"We need to get you checkout." I sighed.

"Tick tock! Tick tock!" He yelled and then Nico jumped out of his seat and left.

"I swear to God, you're taking the blame for this when Lucas complains about his casino being a blood bath." I glared at him and then Kelly strolled over towards us signing deeply as she shook her head at the mess of blood and a half cut off finger in a bucket of ice.

She glanced at me "The Butcher?"

"Literally." I nodded as both of us stared at him with tired eyes as he stared back at us with shimming little adorable puppy dog eyes and said to Kelly.

"Baby can you please make me dinosaur nuggets when we get home?"

Yale's Point of View

It was 3am and I was a little cold tonight as I sat at the kitchen table in a white tank top and Pj shorts, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I wasn't really a cereal person until I fell pregnant, now all I crave for is Cinnamon Toast Crunch at the weirdest times.

Hence why I'm sitting here all alone in the kitchen at 3am.

Chad's upstairs asleep in our bed and honestly I feel so relieved. He drank so much wine tonight after coming home from the restaurant that it knocked him completely out and he's been sleeping like a baby for the past 2 hours, which was great because that meant that I could breathe and just relax knowing Chad was out of my way,

But also that he didn't see her tonight and that he was home. She's been calling him though, but I wouldn't dare answer his phone. I was in no mood to get smacked around by him in the morning for invading his privacy.

I placed my spoon into my bowl and scooped up some cereal with the perfect milk ratio and then placed the spoon into my mouth.

I like cold cereal.

I chewed and then I had suddenly craved ice-cream. I don't think we have any ice-cream in our freezer though.

I lifted myself up from the kitchen stool to head over to the freezer section of our fridge.

I glanced at the time on the clock that was stuck against the wall and noticed that it was 3:12 pm and that just meant that it was a few minutes closer to Maggie going over to Woody's in hopes to get him back.

I swallowed. Maybe that's why I'm awake and can't sleep, it wasn't the cereal it was Woody. I was anxious...

Okay it's also the cereal but it's also Woody.

Woody being in Vegas to literally fight for his life and of course, the Woody and Maggie thing.

I rummaged around in the freezer and saw no sign of ice-cream as I sighed in disappointment before returning back to my stool.

I should probably wash up and go back upstairs. I thought as I sat there staring into nothingness. 

A few moments passed as I just sat there and then I wondered why I was anxious about him seeing her,

I think I'm scared that she'll convince him to take her back and that I'll lose him.

I'm scared of losing him and I hardly know him,

I really should stop telling myself that I hardly know him because I do know him more than hardly. I know that he's kind, and thoughtful, and he has a good heart. I know that he can cook and that he cares about me and my baby. I know that when he's a little nervous he can't look me in the eye and when I smile he smiled too. I know that his laugh sounds like how excitement and blissful recklessness feels and when he laughs in a certain way his face reveals this one small adorable dimple dented in his perfectly structured cheeks.

I don't want her to take him away from me. I know him more than hardly and I don't want to go back to not knowing him at all...

I bit my lip nervously.

But I can't stand in her way, nor in his...

If he loves her and wants to be with her, he should.

I mean who am I kidding. It's not like I can keep Woody a secret for the rest of life. Our friendship is bound to end but I just hope I get a little bit more time to know him.

I rested my head on the kitchen table as if I was about to fall asleep here, still sitting in my stool.

I closed my eyes for a moment and then felt the table vibrate as my eyes shot open to see a light coming from the phone Woody had bought me, the light shining up to reach the ceiling.

I glanced around to see the staircase, just to make sure that Chad wasn't lurking anywhere even though I was sure that he wasn't waking up anytime soon.

"You awake?" I read the bold white letters that popped up on my front screen as I picked up the phone and held it in my hand for a moment as my heart began to race in my chest.

It was from Woody. He saved his name as Quinton in my phone.

What do I say. My eyes wide as I just stared at his text.

This is so weird I was just thinking about him and I-

"Probably not, it's literally 3am and you're probsbly asleep. I swear I havee no f*****g conceptt of time. I I just got got home from Vegas and I'm tired as f**k. I'm also drunk."

I smiled reading his second text that pulled me from my thoughts.

He's really drunk.

"Sorry for the typo's lol." He sent another text as I rolled my eyes playfully, smiling like an i***t.

"My house smells like you." He texted me again and then I laughed lightly under my breath, shaking my head.

"If you're Chad and you're reading this...tell your beautiful girlfriend that I think that I miss her..." I read on my screen and then I burst out in laughter as I noticed the 3 dots at the end of his message and then I began to type.

"Ellipses?" I quickly typed and then hit send to immediately notice that he was typing and then the bubble disappeared before I saw his next text.

"A lot." I read and then I smiled as I felt my heart smiling while it had felt like my entire body melted over the kitchen table.

I took a moment and then began to type.

"Goodnight Woody :)" I hit send and then I felt my phone light up in my hand as it was an incoming FaceTime call.

I felt the anxiety rush through my body as I was suddenly on full alert and frozen from my previous melted state.

I don't even look cute! 

Oh my god! I can't answer! 

No, I have to! I want to! 

I can't! 

I look like s**t!

I panicked and then quickly placed my phone down to neaten my hair and then clicked answer as I move to the corner of the kitchen out of the view of the staircase in case Chad woke up and came running down.

My screen popped up as I saw him filling each corner. He was laying in bed topless clutching a white pillow bellow his head. His hair was messy and his bedroom light was on as he was laying above his white covers.

His eyes were red but smiling small and his lips were puffy and pouted.

"Hey." He smirked and then I laughed lightly.

"Whisper." I told him and then he nodded.

"Hey." He repeated himself but this time he whispered as he ran his hand through his hair while I smiled and whispered in return "Hey."

"You're beautiful." He stared at me with a twinkle in his eye and then he smirked "You have cereal in your hair but I still think you're pretty. The cereal adds character." He nodded and then I tried not to laugh loud as I noticed the cereal and then took it out of my hair.

"How was Vegas? You sort everything out?" I whispered sweetly, but I honestly had to know that he handled this because this was worrying me.

He nodded "Yeah," He rolled over and pulled another pillow towards him to hold under his arm. "Everything's sorted. I had a good time, clearly." He smirked referring to him being drunk "but I'm home now and I'm talking to you so I'm happy." He nodded sweetly with his eyes closed.

Maggie, please don't take him away from me.

"I'm happy to be talking to you too." I smiled small "You say cute things when you're drunk." I played.

"Then I'm going to stay drunk forever just so I can say cute things to you." He nodded before snuggling his head into his pillow as I smiled feeling my face turn red as I watched him.

He was so handsome. The most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. I just wanted to stare at him and say nothing, but I couldn't cause that would be weird.

I noticed he was still wearing his chain.

"You sleep with a chain on?" I questioned "aren't you going to take it off?"

"Naaahh, I never take it off. I shower with it on, I sleep with it on. I never take it off...my dad gave it to me before he died." He said and then I had realized that Woody never ever mentioned his parents, his childhood or anything from his past besides Maggie.

I don't think he likes talking about it. I could see it on his face.

"I'm sorry." I whispered and then he smiled "It's okay, it was a long time ago." He rubbed his one eye.

He was tired, and adorable.

"I wanna lay with you." He spoke looking at me as I looked at him "Not in a weird way or a s****l way or anything like that...I just wanna lay with you and fall asleep. I miss those things about being in a relationship...the affection." He swallowed.

Don't miss it too much, you'll make it easy for her.

"You and Chad affectionate?" He asked and then I shook my head pushing back my tears.

Pregnancy.

"We use to be...not anymore." I admitted and then he looked away from the screen, he was nervous and then he looked back at me.

That's his tell.

"He's an idiot." He nodded "If you didn't know this I would like to tell you it," he paused and then said "You're enough. You deserve respect and kindness...and to be treated like a person and not a possession. You're more than enough Yale, but unfortunately you're with a man who doesn't know what he has, but fortunately you have me...a friend who will always remind you."

I felt my heart implode at the mention of his words as I felt like I couldn't breathe but the friend part hurt me a little, it deflated my heart shaped balloon, 

and I hated that.

We were friends and we both knew that, but it hurt hearing him say it out loud without having anyone he was forced to convince.

It was different when he said it just for him and I to hear.

I was stupid, but I had to pull it together.

"Thanks, Quinton." I smiled small.

"What I do?" He opened his eyes wide and then stared at me through the camera.

"What do you mean?" I was confused, can he hear my thoughts.

"You called me Quinton. You only call me Quinton sometimes, almost never. Everything okay?" He was concerned.

"Yes!" I lied, screaming my whisper with a smile. "Come on, I think it's time for both of us to go to bed. You need to sleep." I said politely pushing aside my feelings.

"Okay, but...I wanna say bye to the kid." He spoke and then I laughed "What!?"

"Put the camera close to your belly so I can wave goodbye." He smirked and then I laughed again "You're crazy...but, okay just this once." I rolled my eyes and I placed my phone near my belly as I watched him wave to my bump.

"Goodnight kid, sleep tight." He said and then I brought the phone up to my face "Goodnight!" I said to him and then he made a playful kissy face and said "Goodnight beautiful," he paused to smirk and then quickly in a hurry, before hanging up so I had no time to protest or reject him,

He said.

"See you tomorrow!"