The Boss's Daughter

chapter 18

Irish pov

"You could've died Irish!"

"Oh don't be so dramatic. And don't you dare raise your voice at me." I rolled my eyes.

Liam ran his fingers through his now wet hair from the shower.

"Oh what? Because you're my boss? I'm not coming to you as one of your little fucking minions, Irish! I'm coming to you as your husband!"

"About what!? About my health? Liam you think I'm not worried!? Because I am so, so fucking worried! I walk around here acting as if I don't give a fuck about anything! But I am terribly, horrified! I'm terrified to lose my mom! I'm scared she's never going to wake up! I'm scared my dad is never going to pull himself off the ground! I'm scared Cyrus is going to get tired of all of this Mafia shit and leave me again! But you know what am I most scared of?"

"Iri-"

" . . . I'm scared of dying. I am so so scared this hole in my heart is going to grow bigger than my entire body. I'm scared you're going to leave me.. I'm scared I'm going to get hurt by another man I put my trust in. I'm scared, Liam... And I've never felt this type of fear. I'm scared of losing everything, and I've lost myself. They took that away from me. Sir, Derek, and Vex, they all hurt me in a way I can't explain. I feel so alone.. I can't be in this by myself."

Tears poured from my eyes as I ranted. My vision now blurred from tears and sweat, I could see Liam walking over to me. He pulled me into a hug. The smell of his strong, manly cologne filled my nose as I continued to sob into his shirt.

"You're not alone, Irish. You never were."

Instead of his voice booming, and being demanding and full of anger, he showed nothing but remorse. His voice was soft and calming as he squeezed me.

"I have to save her, Liam. Please let me."

"You promise as soon as we find her, you'll rest? For years?"

I giggled.

"I promise."

He nodded his head; placing a kiss onto my hands, before using his finger to wipe my tears.

"Sleep for right now baby girl."

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Week three

My eyes flutter open, waking up from the long nap I just took. Or at least.. it felt like a nap. I fell asleep around 10 P.M. after Liam and I talked. I felt around the bed, He was asleep next to me. His arm rested sternly around my waist. I looked at the clock. It read 5 A.M.

Almost time for everyone to wake up for training.

I turned on my side to face Liam; snuggling closer to him; making him move around a little before holding me tighter. The moon light revealed his eyes slowly open.

"I'm sorry. Did I wake you?" I asked.

"It's okay baby." He said in his raspy voice.

Gets me every time

"You okay? Is your heart hurting?"

"Physically? No..." I sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"Just a little confused."

"You're thinking about them, aren't you?"

Damn.. how does he do that?

"It just doesn't make sense. Why would Sir want to hurt me so deeply after I have done nothing to him?"

"He just wanted you to suffer. But he's put away now."