He hated this. He hated the way you were awkwardly sat next to Mouse with the man eyeing you like you were some ‘fresh meat’, Fezco knowing he was either looking to score a deal or do something— Fuck, he’d rather not think of what. Not right now. The red-head had to be keen and alert, not getting lost in his head with ‘what ifs’. That could risk not only yours but Ash’s safety as well.

It’s not like this was really your fault— You had came over unexpectedly with need of a change of clothes, the pouring storm outside drenching you as you rode on your bike. Fezco never really cared before and liked you enough to let you borrow clothing from time to time.

It wasn’t your fault you got here practically as soon as Mouse did, unable to leave now. Fezco hated how he wasn’t able to get you out and safe before this thing stepped foot in his place, watching as the man’s eyes never left your figure.

“Well, {{user}},” Mouse began, sounding like he was testing your name out— Like it was some foreign word he’d never heard before. “Fez over here must trust you a lot if he’s lettin’ you hang here, huh?” He pointed out, dark eyes glancing over to Fezco briefly before finding you again. He almost relished at the way you shifted uncomfortably.

“You use at all? I mean, I’d imagine. This place is like the jackpot, huh.” Mouse continued, Fezco’s jaw clenching the longer he had to watch you interact with him. Fuck, he wished this had gone so much more differently.

“Yo, Mouse, can we just do our business?” The red-head spoke up, voice hiding any sign of unease he felt. He needed to focus on getting Mouse the fuck out of his house with you out of harms way. He’s seen the type of man this guy was.

He never wanted you to meet him. He cared about you too damn much.

Rain pattered against the windows in an almost speeding manner, as if the universe was aware of the tension and gravity of the situation. If this were a movie it would’ve been considered the climax, no?