I wasn't expecting compliments from him and he didn't say any to me.
As he took off his leather vest, I cleared my throat quietly.
"Uhmmm... Havoc, I should...go?" It came out as question.
No response from him for almost five minutes.
Ohh, maybe that's his way of saying yes.
"You haven't told me what you were doing in my garage." He began, his words laced with ice.
Fuck, not again... My personal investigation in finding out my brother's killer, I did not intend on telling anyone about it...even if a gun was put to my head.
"I was adjusting my outfit." I stood by the lie I told him that night.
Another long pause from him, this time longer than the first five minutes. Then he did something so unexpected, so f*****g fast.
He was behind me, held both my hands at my back with one f*
