Rose

A phone was ringing.

My eyebrows creased as I moaned tiredly, Cris moving underneath me.

I heard him shift a little by my side, the duvet moving as he moved around, groaning softly and picking up his phone, answering. I snuggled into my pillow, my eyes closed as I tried to sleep, through I knew I wouldn't sleep anytime soon.

"Do you know what fucking time it is?" I heard him ask, his voice huskily thick with sleep. On the other line, the person was male and loud. I couldn't decipher what he was saying as he spoke too fast however, he seemed to be explaining something important.

"I'll check it out," Cristiano replied sleepily as I heard him yawn quietly. "What? Are you serious?" He bursted, his voice so powerfully demanding that it scared me.

"Five minutes and bring a clean up crew."

He hung up before groaning loudly in frustration. I heard the smack of what seemed to be his phone slamming against the wall as he threw it.

My eyes opened at that point and I watched as he got out of bed harshly, throwing the duvet behind him.

"Cris," I groggily said, rubbing my eyes as I yawned softly, watching him pick up his phone. He rolled his eyes, placing on the dresser as he sighed.

"What's wrong?" I asked, in concern, raising an eyebrow. I held back from yawning and he took out some clothes, turning to face me.

"Nothing," Cristiano replied emotionlessly, putting on some sweat pants and a shirt. His eyes were darker and a cold, dangerous look that I didn't like was on his face. "Go to bed, Rose."

"W-"

"Rose," he seriously said, no humour in his tone. "Just leave it, please."

I looked away, feeling intimidated. He left the room and I sighed softly, rubbing my eyes. I groaned, flopping my body back down on the bed as I yawned, extremely tired.

I rested in bed for a while, wondering where Cristiano had gone and my thoughts were answered when I heard him in the boxing ring, yelling.

My eyebrows furrowed and I stood, pulling down Cris's shirt on me and swiftly going over to the window. I opened the curtains and looked down, my eyes expanding as I saw him.

He had a man against the wall, his large hand around this throat and a gun to his head. "So, you thought you could fucking steal 350k worth of drugs from me, Dave? Did you really fucking think that would work out well?"

"This entire time, you-" he punched the man roughly, breaking his nose that started to bleed. "-fucking lied! You're the snitch! And now it's gonna cost you."

My hand went against the window and I swallowed roughly, preparing for what was to come.

He punched him twice then he violently wrapped his hands around his neck, choking the man as he wheezed and begged for his life, crying. My face crumpled as he took out a knife. I shook my head, covering my mouth as I held back from screaming.

He was stabbing the man, over and over, blood splattering and gushing out of the unconscious body. I gasped loudly, a muffled scream leaving my mouth as the limp body dropped to the ground, a pool of blood forming around it.

My knees suddenly felt weak and I had to grip the bar to steady myself. I looked down, my stomach doing summersaults. I felt so sick.

Then he looked up and our eyes locked. The clean up men came in, beginning to do their work but his eyes never left mine.

I shook my head at him in disappointment and disgust, closing the curtains harshly, I turned, running into the bathroom where I vomited into the toilet. I flushed and cleaned up.

I groaned, holding my empty stomach as I stumbled over to the sink, rinsing my mouth and brushing my teeth.

When I finished, I splashed water in my face before drying and turning on the shower, feeling uncomfortable in my own skin.

I took off my clothes, getting in and immediately washing my body. How could Cristiano do that? I knew he was dangerous and I knew he had illegal businesses but why did he kill a man so brutally? He had no mercy and didn't care at all. I felt disgusted.

"Cristiano, get out."

His hands were wrapped around my waist, his head in my neck. "I know you're mad at me-"

"No, I'm not mad at you, I'm disgusted that you had to kill a man so brutally, Cristiano! You stabbed him over and over with no remorse! Are you okay? In the head?" I asked, my voice raising as I turned, facing him. I folded my arms and gave him my best cold look.

"You look so hot when you're angry, my French girl."

I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. "Tu es un idiot." {you are an idiot}.

He smiled, catching on. "Thanks." Then he pinned me against the shower wall, my wrists above my head. I looked up at him as he gazed lustfully down at me and my body. "You're perfect, Rose."

I rolled my eyes. "Nobody's perfect."

"You are to me."

"I see what you're doing," I said impatiently as he caressed my cheek, kissing my jaw. "I'm not giving in." I was lying. I gave in as soon as I saw him. The handsome man always got me.

"Oh, really?"

Then his hand slid down, his head going into my neck as he touched me between my legs. A soft gasp left my mouth as he sucked my neck, his finger sliding between my folds.

"You get so wet at the touch of me, Ro. I love it."

I held back from moaning, my hands going to his shoulders. I bit my lip hard, squeezing my eyes closed as I gripped onto his shoulders.

"Moan for me, Rose," he whispered so seductively into my ear. "Come on, you know you love daddy's touch."

"No, stop. ." I stuttered, gasping softly as his finger slipped into me, pumping. I held back from moaning, not wanting to give in. I let out a shaky breath, my head pressing against the shower glass.

"R-ooo," he teased in a singsong voice, nibbling on my earlobe.

I mentally facepalmed myself as I gave in, pushing his shoulders back so he was looking into my eyes. "If you're hungry go down," I whispered erotically, my eyes never leaving his. "You'll be begging for more after."

~~~

As I walked downstairs, I gasped in surprise as a familiar face caught my attention. A kind, yet nervous smile came onto my face as I walked.

"Hey," I greeted cheerfully, my heart thumping hard against my chest.

His grey eyes looked up, meeting mine. He returned the smile. "Hey, Rose."

His face was healing. He had faint bruises left but they were fading quickly. I licked my lips, reaching he end of the stairs as I came over, so nervous that I could barely think properly.

"How are you?" I asked, trying to make conversation as we stood in front of each other.

Gage smiled, putting his bag down. He shrugged, "yeah, I'm fine. You?"
I nodded, pulling a strand of my long hair behind my ear. "I'm good. It's nice to see you back."

"Thanks. You too. Is Cris here?"

I blinked, parting my lips as I went to reply until I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned, and there he was, walking down with a neutral look on his face.

I bit my bottom lip, finding it hard to meet his eyes as the regrettable night came into my mind again. I felt awful again. My stomach knotted up and my fingers fidgeted together as I tried to distract myself.

I wasn't sure how he was going to react. I hoped for the best.

"Gage," Cristiano said, coming down and standing beside me, his eyes on him. I distinctively took a step back, hoping they wouldn't fight again.

"Cris."

"If you don't mind, I took your charger. You know you still owe me one?"

My head turned slowly and looked at Cristiano in surprise. He sounded. . .normal and kind. Like nothing had happened.

Then things for even weirder when Gage replied, "you idiot, you broke your charger, not me. You always take my shit."

"Well, then go buy me some new shit - in fact, there's this new store and I wanted to get some new wallpaper. This one's starting to fade."

"Let's go. It's your fault for buying this old shit."

"My fault?"

I couldn't help but smile as I looked between them, realising what they were doing; putting everything in the past. They were brothers and forgave each other.

"Well, you need to get me one before we leave," Cristiano said. My eyebrows furrowed, as my head turned to look at him. "Leave? Where?"

"France. You, me and the idiots staying there for a few."

I gaped at him, my jaw dropping in surprise.

"With your sister."

I grabbed his arm harshly, pulling him into the kitchen where I slammed the door behind us, glaring hard at him. "France? What the hell?" I exclaimed, folding my arms in annoyance. "Please don't tell me you've already brought the tickets!"

"I have," Cristiano bluntly replied, leaning against the counter as I continued to shoot daggers from my eyes at him. "I got us a hotel too, just in case your sister doesn't have any room in her house."

"Toi idiot! Tu ne m'as pas écouté? je ne veux pas la voir!" {you idiot! Didn't you listen to me? I don't want to see her!} I snapped, beginning to get really angry. I groaned in frustration, running my hand through my hair.

He continued to smile amusingly at me. "I like you angry and speaking French. It's hot. And I don't know what the hell you said so-"

"Cris, I can't see her," I seriously told him, my voice quiet and tired. My eyes moved elsewhere as I sighed. He lifted my chin, meeting my eyes again. "I know you don't, sweetness, but we made a deal and as soon as you talk to her, I'll find my brothers. You have to face her, Rose. I know you can."

I sighed again, nodding as he leaned in and pecked my lips, caressing my cheek.

"Shall we tell the guys about us?"

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Oui, oui! France!

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