Trevor POV

I was rubbing Marti's hair, he had his head in my lap and was fast asleep. My phone started ringing and I picked it up quickly to avoid waking him.

"Hello?" I said.

"The Dzhaun are going to Yarborough city, the Castle police have already contacted Yarborough police and they claim they're looking for you," Lewis said.

Lewis is a cop back in Castle that's part of Clowns.

He's been extremely loyal to me since I first started dealing at 16.

He always made sure I got charges dropped and I made sure he lived in luxury in exchange.

Sometimes dirty cops are the best.

"Thank you Lewis, I shall keep that in mind," I said, a wicked smile spreading across my lips.

"Also..." he trailed off a bit.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Jackson is alive, he's the leader of Dzhaun now," he sighed.

"Ah," I said with a soft chuckle. "He's resilient." I looked down at Marti as his breathing was steady and calm.

"I'll call you back when I get more information," he whispered.

"Thank you, please do," I said and hung up.

You can leave Castle but the chaos will follow you, no matter how far you go.

But we're not leaving this city.

I know this ends here.

Whether I die in a blaze of glory, or I kill everyone in my path.

I rested my head back on the headboard as I traced circles in Marti's hair.

"This is going to be interesting," I chuckled as I dialed up Oliver. He answered quickly.

"Yo," He said.

"Dzhaun is apparently coming to Yarborough, and the city's police have already been contacted about us," I explained.

He groaned, "does that mean we have to leave already?"

I laughed, "oh no, we're ending this here, we're going to make sure everyone knows not to fuck with us. I have a few friends in this city's police force anyways."

He chuckled evilly, "good. I like this city already, I'm not fond of leaving so soon."

"I'm gonna call Richard, you relax and I'll let you know when I have more to tell," I said.

"Got it," He said and hung up.

I called Richard next. A few rings later he finally answered.

"What?" He asked angrily.

I snorted, "did I wake you, my princess?"

"No, I'm face deep inbetween some hot ass legs right now, what do you need?" He asked as I heard a girly giggle in the background.

"We've got company coming soon, Dzhaun, and this city's police, they've been warned about us."

"God damn it," he sighed.

"Don't worry, I've got a lot of friends here, we'll be showing them who's boss," I explained. "Keep on standby and I'll let you know the next move when more information comes in."

"Alright," He said and hung up.

I looked at my phone and rolled my eyes as I let out a chuckle. Marti moaned as he opened his eyes and looked up at me. I put my hand over his eyes as I was texting some people in the area about what's happening.

"What's going on?" Marti asked in a sleepy voice as he moved my hand away and rubbed his eyes then sat up.

"We've got company coming is all," I said.

I don't want him knowing everything right away... especially that Jackson survived the hotel bombing and he's the new leader of Dzhaun.

Which I will admit, could mean a lot of trouble if Marti knows he's still alive.

I'll keep letting him think that Jackson is dead as long as Marti doesn't try to leave again.

Because I will tear apart wherever Jackson is hiding if Marti leaves again.

I pulled Marti to me and wrapped my arms around him as I kissed up his shoulder to his neck. "What kind of company?" He yawned and rested his head in my shoulder.

"Nothing to worry about, we'll handle it, my prince," I said softly as I turned off the TV. "You need more sleep, you've only slept for about three hours."

"I will, I need to use the bathroom," he said as he got up. I held onto his hand and he looked back at me. "Trevor?"

"I love you Marti," I smiled.

I really do love him.

More than I've ever loved anyone else in my entire life.

I don't know what I would do if I lost him again.

Probably kill everyone in sight and blow up whatever's left over.

"I love you too," he said back with a smile as he squeezed my hand and walked to the bathroom.

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Marti POV

I yawned again as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I did my business quickly and washed my hands after. As I looked in the mirror I cocked my head looking at the bandage that reached to the front of my body.

I slid off my shirt, letting it fall to the ground and turned around, I pulled off the bandages slowly, slightly wincing at the tape pulling on my wounds.

I need to see how bad it is, so I can know how long it'll take to heal.

I finally got all of it off and stared at the carvings.

Somehow I'm not surprised at all. He did say that he'd make sure everyone knew I belonged to him.

I rubbed my fingers over the scars that spelled out a name. Not just any name.

Trevor Ivanov.

I cocked my head again as I looked it up and down. It was clear to read, definitely going to be permanent like my older scars that are now healed to match my skin tone.

The door opened and Trevor leaned against the bathrooms entrance, with his arms crossed, "hi Marti."

I looked at him in the mirror, then back at my back, "hi Trevor."

He stepped towards me, dropping his arms to his side and letting them sway as he got closer to me. He rested his hands on my shoulders gently and kissed the side of my head.

"Do you like what I did?" He whispered in my ear as he kissed me again.

"I do," I said softly as I looked back up at him.

He smiled big as he pulled me in for a hug and traced his fingers across the scabs gently, "thank you for finally understanding me, my beloved." I hugged him back as I rubbed my face against his chest. "So I have something exciting to tell you."

"Hmm?"

"I called a tattoo artist and he's going to be coming tomorrow, it's time for you to get some tattoos," he said with a smile.

I giggled, "I can't wait."

"I bet," he said and smirked at me. "Let's head back to bed," he kissed my forehead as he held my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.

He got into bed and I crawled on top on him and laid down. He stroked my back as his eyes closed.

I wonder what my tattoos should be, maybe I should get a big piece, something memorable and nice.

———

"Marti," Trevor sang to me as my eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," I said as I pushed myself up and sat back against the headboard.

"Eat up, the artist will be here in an hour," he placed a tray onto my lap. I looked at the tray and saw bacon, eggs, toast, and a bottle of orange juice.

"Thank you," I smiled up at him as I cracked open the bottle. He patted the top of my head, then kissed me softly and walked out of the room.

———

Jackson POV

I arrived in Yarborough after a long drive and checked into the hotel, my leg was tapping as I sat at the desk, waiting for everyone else to arrive. I got a few rooms all next to each other on the same floor for everyone to fit and for us to be able to plan our next movements better.

A knock on the door threw me off guard as I had my hand on my pistol, I stood up and pulled it out as I pointed it at the door, and peaked through the peephole. I saw Ian and Drake looking around the hallways.

I opened it and reholstered my pistol. They stepped in and I shut the door behind them and locked it.

"So," Ian said as he sat on the bed.

"Have you got any new information?" Drake asked.

"Unfortunately not, I'm mostly just waiting for everyone to arrive," I sighed as I sat back down at the desk.

"Fair," Ian said as he laid back on the bed, "it was a long ass ride but worth it."

"I hope so," I said as my leg began tapping again.

"Dude," Drake started. I looked up at him as he held a blunt out to me. I nodded and lit it up, taking a few hits. "Have you slept yet?" He asked as he sat on the other bed.

"Not yet, I've been just sitting here, thinking my mind off," I sighed as I took another hit. I passed it back to Drake as he took some, then passed it to Ian.

"No worries boss, we'll find your boyfriend soon," Ian stated.

"He's not..." I looked away as I blushed a little bit.

"We know you're in love with him, no need to worry around us," Ian chuckled.

"I am in love with him, but we haven't made anything official," I muttered as he passed me the blunt.

"Have y'all fucked yet?" Drake asked as he was taking off his boots.

"No... all we've done is kiss," I said as I bit my cheek.

"Damn," Ian said as he stared up at the ceiling.

"Well I'm happy for you," Drake said with a smile.

I snorted, "thanks," I handed him the blunt after taking a couple of hits.

"You'll get him back, I know you will," Ian stated as he sat up.

I can't even imagine what's going on with Marti right now.

I'm hoping he's doing something worth while if he's going to be held captive.

———

Marti POV

I breathed in and out slowly as the artist was working on my arm, adding three roses up my forearm.

"How many more do you think you can handle?" The artist asked.

"A few more," I said as I took a sip of water.

"Damn, tough guy in the house," he chuckled as he wiped the fresh tattoo.

"He's a lot tougher than most would expect, but we're only gonna do one more, I don't want him pushing himself," Trevor said proudly behind the artist as he looked down at the tattoo, I stared at his shirtless muscles and tattoos all over his body and bit my lip. "Time for the gang's tattoo, where do you want it Marti?" Trevor asked me.

I looked into the mirror and looked at the fresh tattoo on my collarbone, then looked at my neck.

I pointed at my neck and Trevor rolled his eyes with a slight chuckle, "are you sure? It's kinda obvious."

"Ah... I suppose you're right," I blushed and looked at my other collarbone. "Then how about here?" I asked as I pointed.

"That works," Trevor smirked and looked back at my forearm tattoo.

"Alright, where's the design?" the artist asked as he held out his hand. Trevor placed it into his hand and the dude laughed, "hell yeah man, clowns are dope."

"Thank you," Trevor smiled wickedly as he walked over to me and sat down next to me.

The artist started tracing the tattoo with purple ink and when he finished, he pressed it against my collar bone.

"Ready?" He asked as he picked up the gun that was buzzing loudly.

"Yes," I said with a smile. He moved closer to me and started working on my collarbone, adding the clown tattoo that I'll now have for life, embedded into my skin.

I'm glad I was able to get a few tattoos today, some small ones of dates, roses on my forearm and a tattoo that says, "A hearts a heavy burden" on my collarbone.

My heart has been a heavy burden my entire life.

It's time I have a permanent reminder that sometimes I don't need to show my heart to everyone.

Only to Trevor.

He's all I have left in my life and I need to appreciate him being in my life.

I love him with all my heart and he's the only one I need to show it to from now on.

I looked back at him in the mirror and he was licking his lip as he watched the artist work his magic.

Why are you so seductive.

"I'll make sure you take care of them all properly so they don't scar or fade," Trevor mentioned as he pulled out his phone and began texting.

A knock was heard on the elevator doors and Trevor walked over, pressed the button and opened the door. I saw Oliver and Marie walk in through the mirror.

"Hey Marti," Oliver said as he walked over. He looked at my forearm, "that's fucking dope."

Marie stayed by the doors and looked at me as she smiled slightly, then followed Oliver to the kitchen.

Is she scared of me or something?

Why has she been avoiding me so much lately?

Oliver started mixing drinks together and handed Marie a cup. She took a sip and scrunched her face. "This is too strong Oliver," she giggled as she poured some soda into the cup.

"Don't be a pussy," he chuckled, she rolled her eyes. He took a gulp of his drink right in front of her, making her mouth drop in shock.

I'm guessing it was straight liquor by the look on her face.

"Marie," I said. She looked at me and had a look of fear in her eyes.

Maybe it's guilt?

It looks fearful but I can't assume... I would hope she isn't scared of me.

"H-hi Marti," she said as she scratched the cup in her hand.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing well," she said and looked at her cup. "How are you?" She asked, still not looking at me.

"I'm good, come see my new tattoos."

"O-okay," she stuttered and walked over slowly. She glanced at Trevor who had his arms crossed and was staring at her as she walked up to me. She looked down at my forearm and smiled, "that's beautiful Marti," she said and took a sip of her drink.

Trevor walked up behind her and put a hand on her shoulder, she flinched, almost spilling her drink and looked up at him. "Why are you so tense Marie?" He asked.

Did he say something to her at some point?

I've never seen her this scared before.

"I-I just didn't sleep much is all," she said and looked away from him.

"Well," He said and pulled a blunt out of his pocket and handed it to her, "relax a little, you're safe here."

She nodded slowly as she took it. He flicked his lighter, she brought it to the flame and breathed in. Her hand was shaking as she held it and she gulped as she tried to take a hit.

Trevor pulled back his lighter and she coughed out as she brought it away from her lips. "T-thank you... Trevor," she said nervously as she stood there, seemingly trying to stay as still as possible.

Is she scared of Trevor?

Does she think if she talks to me he'll do something to her?

I know Trevor can be intimidating but I don't think there was ever a time where he's hurt her.

I know Oliver would've lost his shit and killed Trevor himself.

Oliver walked over and handed a cup to Trevor. "Thank you," He said and took a gulp of it. Marie shakily passed Oliver the blunt.

Oliver put his arm around Marie and whispered something into her ear. I couldn't hear them over the buzzing but she nodded and calmed down a bit.

I'll ask them later what they were talking about but it was probably just words of comfort.

"Make yourselves at home," Trevor said and sat back down next to me.

They walked over to the couches and sat down. Oliver was saying something to Marie, he glanced at me, looked back at her and continued talking.

Did I do something?

"All done," the artist said as he wiped the tattoo, I looked in the mirror and smiled at the clown face now on my skin.

Trevor turned, pointed to his collarbone on the same side as mine, "now we match," he chuckled. I blushed slightly as I looked at his chest.

I forgot that his clown tattoo was on that side before I picked where to put mine, though I'm sure he would've suggested I put mine in the same place at some point.

"Alright," the artist said as he started packing up his gear. He typed on his phone and showed it to Trevor.

"Not bad," Trevor said as he looked at the screen. He pulled a wad of cash out of his back pocket. Then counted it quickly and pulled half the stack apart and handed it to the artist. The artist was counting as Trevor was counting again, he pulled the stack apart again and waited for the artist to finish counting before handing him the other half.

He's spending so much money lately... does he already have people in this city running drugs for him?

I know he killed everyone that used to work for us back in Castle.

Trevor must've already been here before and made connections.

"Thank you," the artist said and pocketed all the cash. "Let me know when you need more work done."

"I definitely will, thank you for coming," Trevor said as he walked the artist to the elevator.

I watched as the artist got into the elevator and left. Trevor walked back over to me and kissed my head as he walked by, going into the bedroom. He walked back out with a bottle of lotion and sat in front of me and started rubbing the tattoo lotion on my fresh ink.

"I love your tattoos Marti," he whispered to me as he rubbed more lotion on. "They didn't hurt too bad right?" He asked. Marie looked at us and cocked her head.

"No," I said as I watched his hand move up and down.

"How do you feel? Do you feel nauseous at all?" He asked as he looked into my eyes.

"Not at all," I smiled at him.

Marie looked back at Oliver and whispered something in his ear and he nodded at her. She looked back at me and gave me a small smile as she looked between Trevor and I.

I hope she knows that Trevor does truly care about me.

"Are you alright Marie? Awful quiet over there," Trevor said as he put the cap back on the lotion.

Oliver rubbed Marie's back as she tensed back up a bit. "Y-yeah, I'm just drinking mostly," she said and looked away from Trevor.

I looked at him as he stood up, then turned to her. "What are you whispering about over there?" He asked as he crossed his arms.

"Trevor," I whispered harshly and kicked his leg.

He glanced back at me and I put my foot back down. "I-I was just trying not t-to interrupt your guys' conversation... I know tattoos a-artists need to focus," she said and took some sips.

"Ah, understandable," Trevor said and walked towards her, "but there's no need to whisper, you can say whatever is on your mind."

"Thank you," she said and smiled at him.

What is going on?

———

Trevor POV

I checked my watch, stopped in my tracks and gulped as I saw the date on it.

January 26th.

I shook it off and sat down on the couch across from Oliver and Marie and she handed me the blunt with a shaky hand. My eyes widened when I saw the way her hand was shaking.

Her hand looks just like my mothers hand whenever she would hand my father something.

Have I really scared this girl that much?

I froze with my hand out and looked up at her, feeling my eyes become heavy.

"Marie," I said softly.

She gulped, "Yes?"

"Are you... scared of me?" I asked, guilt lingering in my voice.

She blinked in confusion as she looked at Oliver, Marti, then back at me. "Uhm," she started.

I'm such a piece of shit... how could I have scared her this badly.

Is she just jumpy?

Or am I that malicious?

It's probably me...

"Please... please don't be scared of me," I said softly as I let my head and arm go down, staring at the ground.

"Trevor," Oliver said sternly.

I slowly looked up at him, "Oliver?" I asked as my breathing became unsteady.