He was running as hard and as fast as his legs could take him but it felt like he was on a thread mill, he wasn't even moving, he was stuck on the same spot, panting hard he turned and looked back, big mistake, because he almost lost it when he realized the person chasing him was almost upon him, they were just right behind him

He increased his pace but the thread mill only increased speed too, he pushed himself, feeling his chest tighten and his lungs running out of air, but the more he pushed the weaker he got and the slower his steps became.

Any minute now and whoever was chasing him would catch up with him. He shut his eyes tight and prayed to whoever was listening up there to please help him out. The person chasing him can not catch up with him.

The road was dark and deserted, the only thing that could be heard were the short gasps he took and the thumping of his legs on the ground as he ran tooth and nail, he looked ahead and the road was empty, endless and dark, even if he screamed no one would hear him.

He was scared of looking back because he knew the person chasing him was gaining on him fast. His lungs and feet were threatening to give up on him, the road was endless as he tried to move further away, panting hard, his eyes darted around the road, looking at the deserted houses and the dark empty road.

If only someone could just come out, anyone at all, he could scream for help and get out of this endless chase. He shut his eyes feeling the heavy pounding of his heart, the wheezing of his breath and the tightness in his chest.

He felt his legs tangle together, like something had tied his legs together, he couldn't go forward or move his legs, turning back to look behind him, he tripped and fell face flat, hitting hard on the cold, hard tarred road, he groaned out as he felt his cheek go from tired to painful, he could hear the ringing in his head and the way blood rushed to his head, his eyes could only see clear black dots.

He put his palm against the hard ground and turned around, breathing hard and clearing his vision he was faced with the black sky, thick and dark with no stars in sight. He swallowed hard and took in a deep breath, he could no longer hear the loud footsteps of the person chasing him. Had they finally given up?

He tried to raise his head but it felt too heavy, he groaned and fell back down with his head hitting the ground. He heard clicking sounds before he saw the figure perch over him, with a gun in his hand. He had a sadistic smirk on, a lopsided grin tugged at his lips as he blocked Nate's view of the dark sky.

"Tired of running Nate" the voice boomed through the empty night, he only groaned out unable to answer the person standing above him, with his mouth open he could feel his throat run dry. "You can't run away from me, neither can you hide from me, I'd always find you" the person muttered "No one can save you from me" the person added with a deadly look and dangerous voice, this made Nate struggle to get up but he kept falling back down.

The person didn't even try to stop him, he just stood over him and watched him struggle, as if he knew Nate wouldn't be able to get up, he was somewhat intrigued watching him try though.

He pulled the gun out from his back and pointed it to Nate's head, he felt his blood run cold, his whole body going stiff, with his eyes going wide and his lips parting slightly. He felt the cold surface of the gun pressed against his forehead, the person clicked the safety off and pressed it even deeper against his forehead.

"I told you I'd kill you if you tried to run away from me didn't I"? The person asked and Nate couldn't even say anything in response to this, he just looked with fear in his eyes, the streets was still very empty, and him screaming for help would be like asking this person to kill him, and also he felt his throat clogged with a huge lump, stopping him from even screaming even if he wanted to.

He felt the gun press deeper against his forehead and this made him shut his eyes as he could feel his life flash before his eyes. This was it, this was how he'd die, alone on the cold hard ground of a deserted street, with no one to help him, no one to tell him it was okay.

All that suffering and he'd die by none other than Spade's hand, he let out a deep breath with his eyes still closed tightly. He didn't hear the gun go off, only heard the sound of the trigger being pulled and like an alarm, he was pulled out of the never ending circle of a bad dream.

He sprang up from his bed with sweat dripping all over his body, even parts of him he didn't think could sweat, was dripping with sweat like he'd just stepped out of a shower or a heavy rain.

His throat tightened and clogged together as he tried to breath and stop his racing heart, it was only a nightmare, it was just a nightmare. Spade wasn't chasing him on a dark empty street and he didn't have a gun pressed to his forhead.

He looked around frantically, wheezing for air, he realized he wasn't in his house back at the apartment building, he was in a different room, he let out a deep breath remembering the events of the previous day.

After he left Spade's office, he'd rushed down back to his, frightened and threatened, he met his sister there, already sleeping and being unable to do any work, he drove her back to their father's house.

She didn't let him go back to his place, she feared this would be the last time they'd spend together, so she made him pass the night at their father's house, they stayed up late talking and him trying to cheer her up and take her mind off the impending doom that awaited them the next day, he also used the opportunity to get his mind off his little encounter with Spade.

And now here he was drenched in cold sweat, having nightmares about Spade killing him in his dreams with the same gun he pointed at him the previous day in his office. This would be the fourth time in one night he was waking up from a nightmare that involved Spade.

He looked at the bedside table, picking up his wristwatch, he looked at the time and it was almost past six am in the morning. He ran his hands down his face before dropping the wristwatch back on the table he took off his shirt and stood up, pulling himself towards the bathroom lazily, he felt the heaviness settle in his head and his whole body felt tired.

He walked into the bathroom and stood in front of the sink, looking up at the mirror, he could see the black circles that covered both his eyes, his lips was chapped and his hair was rough, overall he looked homeless and very dead like a zombie.

He turned on the faucet and placed his palms under it, filling them with semi warm water, he splashed it on his face and felt it seep through his skin, giving him a little life inside.

He used a small towel to clean his face before he walked out of the bathroom, he plopped himself on the bed with a heavy sigh, placing his face in his palm, he reminisced on the dreams he'd had over night. It all ended the same way, with Spade threatening to kill him.

He knew this dream was as a result of what happened the previous day, he kept thinking about it too much that he had to start dreaming about it too. That was how his brain worked, repeating things that had happened during the day, making it difficult for him to sleep or get a proper rest.

*****

He heard the knock on his door and his eyes cut through the room and landed on the door, trying to think of who he was expecting but no one came up.

He slowly got off the bed, picking up his sweatpants and pulling it up to cover his butt nakedness, he walked out of his bedroom and into the living room, he watched the door again listening to hear if the person was still there and on cue the doorbell went off again.

He sighed out and walked towards the door, he wrapped his hands around the doorknob and twisted it before pulling the door open, he clenched his jaw and shut his eyes at who was standing on the other side, looking extra bright and annoyingly active

"Please don't tell me you're still asleep"? He asked before brushing past Spade and walking into the house, Spade almost groaned out at the intrusion, Matteo was the only person that could disturb him this early and get away with it.

He closed the door and turned to face Matteo as the blonde had a stupid annoying smile on his face, making Spade give him a bored look, he shoved his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Go put some clothes on papi, I'm not exactly fond of looking at your naked body" Matteo muttered making Spade just sigh out

"What are you doing here Matteo"? He muttered

The blonde just walked towards the kitchen pulling out a bottle of whiskey from one of the cupboard attached to the kitchen island, he pulled out a glass from the top cupboard and filled it with whiskey.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? You're getting married today Gio, I'm here for moral support" he muttered before chugging down the drink all at once, feeling the burning feeling deep in his chest, he grimaced and placed the glass on the counter, he poured another drink and held the glass up for Spade "want a drink"? He added and Spade just clenched his teeth, totally ignoring him, he walked past Matteo and strode into the bedroom.

His head was already pounding from all the drinking he did the night before, courtesy of all the thinking his mind was doing, all the guilty feeling that slowly crept into his heart and buried itself deep within him.

He walked into the bathroom and let out a deep sigh before slowly taking off his sweatpants, he stood in front of the huge, full length mirror in his bathroom, looking at himself from head to toe.

His ink covered skin, his right upper arm was covered in tattoos and it ran all the way to his back, most part of his back was also covered completely in tattoos. He looked into his eyes and all he could see was soulless eyes staring right back at him. Making him remember the words he always heard from his mother, contrary to what she'd always tell him about how beautiful his grey eyes were, they didn't look beautiful to him now, they looked dead and completely heartless.

He clenched his jaw and stepped into the shower, he heard the door to his bedroom open and soon enough he heard Matteo's annoying voice again, making him turn on the shower, the platterin of the water coming out from the shower head completely drowned out the rest of Matteo's endless chattering

He shut his eyes and let the water fall down his back, leaving a warm fuzzy feeling on his body. His mind drifted to the drama that ensued in his office the previous day.

He had gone too far pulling out a gun on Nate, that was not necessary, well if it were someone else, it was totally necessary because he'd spoken out of turn but for Nate, he didn't think it was. The kid was just pissed off he put his hands on his sister, some how he could understand what was going through Nate's mind yesterday.

He couldn't admit to himself that he didn't mean to pull the gun on Nate, because if he did then he'd be admitting that he was wrong and that he felt guilty and that's unlike him He never feels guilty about anything.

Contrary to what he usually felt, he didn't like the look of fear in Nate's eyes yesterday. He thrived on people's fear, their vulnerability, just like he relished in the tears that he saw on Nate's sister's face yesterday, but with Nate it felt fucking different. He couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted, there was nothing relishing about the fear in Nate's eyes. He didn't feel the sweetness in his heart upon seeing the fear, he didn't feel powerful. He didn't feel bad either, he was just in between.

He swallowed as he opened his eyes and broke his thoughts about Nate, this wasn't the time to be thinking about that. He was getting married in a few hours to Greg's daughters.

His plan was finally getting into play, only a matter of time and he'd have what he always wanted He could already smell the sweetness of revenge in the air, the feeling in his bones.

He flexed his muscles in his neck and he heard the sounds that came from his bones, he let out a deep breath and turned off the shower before stepping out of it, his body dripping with water.

He pulled a towel from the rack and used it to dry his body a bit before tying it around his waist, he could no longer hear Matteo talking in the background, which meant he'd left already. Finally.

He stepped out of the bathroom and he was fucking wrong, Matteo was perched on his bed, watching him as if waiting for him to come out of the bathroom

"I was beginning to think you'd passed out there" the blonde muttered making Spade to growl out in frustration before walking towards the closet, he walked in as Matteo watched his back.

He was used to Spade always ignoring him and not saying much to him That was who Spade was, quiet but deadly. He always knew Spade was a man of few words, he hardly ever spoke more than 15 sentences to one person.

But he'd noticed that something about that had changed in the past few weeks, and it only changed whenever that Miller kid was around Spade.

That kid had somehow brought something out of Spade that he hadn't seen in a very long time. The part of Spade that felt something other than anger.

Watching them both yesterday, he realized something, something that even Spade hadn't realized yet. But he didn't want to say it or ask Spade. He'd only deny it to himself and everyone else but it was clear as day to Matteo, but he would wait for Spade to realize it himself, and he will, he just hoped it'll he sooner.

What do you think Matteo is talking about? 🤔🤔

Could'nt update yesterday, was mad busy