Aspen POV.
“Do you really need to get the brat back?” Marco asks, he’s not a big fan of my little thing, who could be a brat most days, especially to Marco.
“I know you miss them just as much as me,” I answer Marco, although both people in question are wolves, one of them doesn’t know about the others, my plus one is more on the naive side, never having a pack before, never meeting ones, unable to recognize them either.
My plus one thinks it’s just them, and I allow him to do so, I prefer him to stay on the naive side, too worried he’d fight with others, the other rogues are older, much older, they have more experience in life, and pack lives one that they never got before. It’s better that way, although Marco suggested teaching them, but how could a rogue by choice, teach a little to obey them and the pack life when they can’t experience the said life.
“It’s only because that brat keeps you company,” Marco growls, from my understanding of Marco and the other rogues, wolves need a pack, they live in one under the order of their alpha, but the ones who work for me, their wolf rejected that life, preferring to be all alone out in the wild, or under my command.
“Yes, life is lonely without them,” I answer him, agreeing, life is really empty when they are gone, it feels missing, empty, I always feel the need to have them back in my arms, hugging, kissing, exploring their bodies.
“Only if he was your mate,” he says, the mean words, the evil words, mate, I know my plus one would find a mate, in the end, a mate is a wolf’s other half, they are souls that are meant to be broken in haves, two that make an entity.
“We have a connection,” I answer him, we did have a connection, from the day we met, from the second our eyes met, and I felt connected to them, the need to have them in my arms.
We shared that need, we did end up together then, they moved in with me right away, but there’s something missing, there’s still something lacking, maybe it’s me not being a wolf? Is that the thing that’s standing between me and them, maybe that’s why our connection is lacking?
“It’s called lust, lust you know, and that ass isn’t that pretty,” Marco says making me grow at him, yes I growled, a thing I’ve learned from my seven plus one wolves.
“Fine, go and try to get them back, the brat has been mad for a month now, what did you even do?” Marco asks me, yes the brat is mad at me.
“We’ve been chatting about leaving this life,” I answer Marco for real, this is the real reason for our fight, a big fight that happened between the two of us.
Screaming and crying included, and some shooting, and knife throwing, who allowed littles to play with a knife, apparently me, I’m the stupid one who started the chat in the kitchen. They want to leave the mafia life as did I, coming home with blood on my hands have begun to be old, we got bored of that and that life, I agreed, I want to leave this life, but not right now.
“Ahh the retirement thoughts again?” Marco asks with a laugh, we’ve been best friends since I was sixteen, this friendship started fifteen years ago, but here we are, still talking about retiring and stopping this life.
“Once I put that jerk in his place and make sure the trafficking stops, I will retire, for real this time,” I promise Marco.
“And where would you and the brat go?” he asks me.
“We’ll find our place in the world, you’re welcome to come along,” I offer my friend, I would love to keep my friend close.
“I’m good staying here,” Marco says, although I doubt when I actually leave he’d be following, or at least keeping in touch the whole time.
“If you say so, could you please, oh please sire Marco arrange my trip to get my brat back?” I ask him.
“Only because you said please, unlike your brat,” he answered me, if he’s nice to my brat, my brat would be nice too. I could spank my brat only so many times, I don’t want to punish them too far, scare them away from me, or abuse them in any way, discipline is one thing, but when the discipline is caused by Marco’s, that’s a bit too much.
“Marco, do you love my brat so much that it’s the only topic you talk about?” I ask him if the answer is yes, Marco is dead, I’m a possessive son of a bitch, and I’m not letting him go, no way.
“For god’s sake, just keep the brat,” Marco says making me laugh, we’re back at my place, I parked my car and got out, followed by Marco, tonight things went better than I expected, declaring war is always a big move.
We went upstairs to my penthouse, it’s where I and my brat live, although the life of the city isn’t really ours, once I retire, we’re moving to a farm, to the woods, or maybe just the countryside, I want to have some peace in my life. I poured myself a big glass of whiskey, the good kind, I can get drunk, unlike Marco, I make sure to only drink the good kind and not much, I need to stay in control.
“Pour me a double,” Marco demands, he’s always here drinking my good alcohol when he can’t get drunk.
“Sure,” I answer him, pouring his a glass too.
“The plane is going tomorrow morning, you should be in the arms of your brat by tomorrow night,” Marco informs me, I just nod my head yes, agreeing with him.
“Thank you, Marco, goodnight,” I say finishing my drink and kicking him out of my place, it’s my safe place, only mine. I moved to my bed, getting a suitcase filled with clothes for the trip, I know that my brat got supplies on the Island, and I did give him free rein over the money he get to spend.
I slept on my brat side of the bed, taking his scent in, I missed that little thing so much, being alone isn’t so fun, I had to wake up early tomorrow to catch my plane, and then a boat to get there.