Aislinn found her way in a pool of trouble, and it all started with him.
And one night and five years later.
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One amazing night leads to something epic, who would have thought it started with a one night stand with a mafia king.
Who would've kno...
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~Dorian~
Something dark opened inside of me, I felt it before when my brother died, and tonight again with the thought of that man hurting my son.
I was high on it, it ran through my veins mixed with the bloodlust and I was a fucking reck coming off it. My head hung low, while we drove back to the house, I didn't feel bad about what I did. I enjoyed every moment of it, I was just fucking tired.
With sleepy eyes, I gripped Aislinn's hand my eyes begging me to let them rest but something lingered in the air. Aislinn fidgets with her necklace, something she only does when she is nervous. Tobias and Zander haven't met my gaze since I left that room.
Arriving at the house, men surrounded the building, I knew well enough my family was there. I reached for the steps but Aislinn, Tobias, and Zander stayed back.
"What's wrong?" I asked, my arm aching from the bullet, god I need to fucking rest. I could feel the blood slipping away every second.
"Nothing, let's get you clean before Jaxon's see you," Aislinn tossed a look over her shoulder, to the two men who stayed put but her words were for me.
My steps slowed into our home, the familiar design and pictures coming to view. The chatter filled the house and only made my headache grow.
"Mio Dio!" the moment I walked past the foyer, eyes landed on me. My mother gaped at my sight while others matched.
"What did you do?" mama muttered, my father's gaze couldn't be read as disturbed or proud but probably the latter.
"A lot of twisting," I held back the amusement in my tone, moving towards the stairs. Their unsettling gaze burn my back while Aislinn followed me. We walked in silence towards our bedroom till we reached the bathroom.
Did I scare her? looking at myself in the bathroom mirror this sight was something no one should see. I looked like I bathe in the Red Sea.
"Does it hurt?" she asked softly, looking at the bullet wound, I hissed as she poke it making me narrow playfully at me but still she smiled.
"Shut up you grunt, strip, and place your clothes in the bag," I watched her in the mirror while she began running the bathwater, obeying I strip from my clothes and slip into the bathtub.
A few minutes went by until she returned, with a first aid kit. Pulling up a chair she began looking at the wound on my arm.
It never hurt to get shot, it was the extraction that hurt like a bitch.
"It's really fine, baby-"
"You call getting kidnapped with our son, then getting shot fine," she shook her head, rolling her eyes, "I was really worried for you both,"
My eyes soften looking at her, she didn't meet my eyes but I could see tears wield in hers. She worked on my arm.
"I know, baby- shit!" I hissed feeling the burn of it being sterilized, I squeeze my eyes shut.
