Spitfire watched Beau who was taken over by violence,
his hands tightly gripped onto the pistol pointing in the group's direction.
The front man Bubba put his hands up,
backing away from Beau and frightened Spitfire,
The rest of the group following him slowly, Beau sighs heavily, glancing down to Spitfire, who was watching the gang crawl back to the edge of the street, he spoke...
"Sickos," He shouts, disgusted by their planned actions to Spitfire.
Spitfires chin shuddered as a few tears began to fall, "They could have-" he went to say, but Beau spoke instead...
"They could have, but didn't... that is all that matters,"
Spitfire cleared his tears with his long oversized sleeves,
"Damn it, "Spitfire cries, a few more tears drip off his chin, "you saved me Beau... thank you," he says gratefully.
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The Meeting...
"Got the money?" Beau asks, carrying a large leather briefcase.
A man dressed head to toe in black, with a black fedora hat tipped in front of his eyes, answers... "Yes... show me the shipment first,"
Beau lifts the briefcase onto the table,
his hands on the buckles of the case, ready to open it,
Spitfire stood next to him, he was very shy with new people and shut down a bit in front of the strangers.
"Open it." The mob leader asks, his voice low and raspy.
"Show me the money first." Beau answers.
The Mob leader tossed a bundle of hundred-dollar bills onto the table
you could clearly see the amount of money.
Beau smirks, popping open the briefcase,
tightly wrapped meth in plastic wrap was inside.
The mob leader walked over to the other side of the table which was sitting in a very dark room, examining it thoroughly, "Looks like the shipment is in immaculate shape... I look forward to doing more business with you."
Beau nods, reaching out to grab the money,
he smiles once he grasped it, as the bundle could hardly fit inside of his hold.
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The Next day
"Beau?" Spitfire asks, still curled up in numerous covers, the blankets pulled over his head, and only his eyes peering out of a small crack.
Beau was sound to sleep when Spitfire spoke, driving nearly all night made him tired, it turns out, the two of them didn't have to stay overnight as they thought, so it took him a few minutes to respond, "Yeah?"
He asks, he was turned over his back towards Spitfire.
"Do you love me?" Spitfire asks curiously.
Beau lifted to turn to face Spitfire, "Of course... Why such an interesting question?" he asks, a little concerned.
"No reason, I only needed to hear it, you know what they say... curiosity killed the cat" Spitfire smiles, spatting at Beau's face, pretending to be a kitten.
Beau smiles leaning over to kiss Spitfire Softly,
He smirked at the thought, continuing to kiss Spitfire romantically,
The bed was warm, and with the crisp morning breeze coming from the crack under the door, Beau could lay on Spitfire and he wouldn't have moved, "Beau?" Spitfire asks, his lips next to Beaus,
He stops for a minute answering.. again.
"Yes?"
"let's get married.. want to?" Spitfire asks, his voice timid as he kissed Beau's bottom lip a few more times.
Beau licks Spitfires lip leading to a tender bite, "Mhhh.... you would make a beautiful bride." He says, moving down to Spitfire's warm neck.
Spitfire turns his head, letting Beau have his fun, "Well?" he says, his legs curled up tightly, Beau was giving him severe chills, he laughs asking again... "Well Beau?"
"I don't even have you a ring, baby... don't you want something to show off?" Beau asks, running his mouth on Spitfire's thin chest over his collar bone.
Spitfire Smiles, "Of course, I'd like a rock on my finger... but." he says, giving Beau a vexing smile, he ran his hands gently on Beaus Back and up under his shirt, "Oh... what am I even saying?" He giggles, "I guess I'm trying to say I'm not picky, I just love you..."
Beau grins at Spitfires Response.
Spitfire was young and fresh, and Beau was on cloud 9 to have him in bed next to him.
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Brooks P.O.V
"What do you think?" Brook asks, glancing over her shoulder,
she was wearing a long lace wedding dress, it was rich and full of lushes frills, and ruffles, she stared at young Elijah standing in the doorway.
"Y-you... well?" Elijah strumbled, his Father Taylor was very strict on him, and his stutter proved it, " You look very nice, auntie Brooke."
Brook Beams at Elijah, He was very boyish, Elijah had Ginger hair and freckles, she answers... " Thank you... do you want to help me?"
Elijah lifted a brow at her question, "What would I be doing?" He asks.
"Help auntie lace up the back of this dress, I'll suck it in if you hurry and lace me up." Brook laughs.
Elijah grins, walking over to Brook, "Alright" He says as Brook takes a deep breath in and he starts to lace up tightly.
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"Boy Brother... this whole wedding seems to be a bit rushed,
don't you think?" Buddy asks his brother Adam, who was tieing his black tie around his neck.
Adam shook his head, "Nonsense," He answers.
Buddy snickers, "Alrighty brother... oh, I was going to ask you something.. uhm, are you going to invite Spitfire over?"
Adam pauses before finishing with his tie, he answers... "Uhm, I'll talk to Brook, whatever she wants to do."
Buddy nods listening, he, of course, wanted his nephew to be invited but was frightened that Adam was holding too large of a grudge and an invite to Adams oldest was a no-no decision already, Buddy continued to clean the large mirrors in the bathroom in thought.
Adam started to leave, and Buddy instantly grabbed his phone, sending a fairly intense text message to Spitfire...
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Spitfires P.O.V
Between French kissing with Beau Sloane and completely collapsed over the edge for this man, he heard his phone make a noise,
he draws away from Beau to get the phone on the nightstand...
"Wha?" Beau asks, ready for more as he watches Spitfire wiggle away.
Spitfire bites on his bottom lip as he hangs his legs over the side of their bed, His shorts journeyed way up high on his thigh, which drove Beau Crazy.
Beau leans over, reaching to grab Spitfire once again and finish what the two started when Spitfire pushed away from him laughing...
"B-beau... stop, I'm trying to read this," Spitfire says between laughing glaring down to his phone, "My Uncle... he's inviting me over to My father and Brook's wedding?" he says, glancing up to Beau stunned by the news.