why In Nyc

2.The meeting (rewritten)

Pov: Florence

I didn't know how long I had been running for. I felt like hours but it probably was only a few minutes. My mind was in a blur running down the empty pavements. I could start to feel the blisters rubbing on my heels and my breath was fast and painful. I knew my dress was riding up my thighs but I didn't have time to stop and pull it down. I had to go.
Maybe I had lost them? I looked behind me and there was just and empty road accompanied by an empty pavement. Thinking I was safe I started slowing down until I came to a complete halt. I bent over, catching my breath until I heard the same voice from earlier.
"Shit" I whispered under my breath. I felt a sharp stab in my neck.
"Boo bitch"
Fuck he had injected me with something. I knew for sure I was gonna die.

A few hours later:

Alec

I was sat on the sofa in the guest bedroom not wanting to leave the prettiest girl I've ever laied my eyes on. I had been sat here for hours just staring at her delicate skin and flawless beauty. I'm sure every other man in this room was thinking the same and I wanted to kill them all for looking at her like that. But she wasn't mine. I couldn't kill my men for her. I have no right to be jealous. But I am.
I was lost in thought when suddenly Seb said,
"Finally the bitch's awake."
I don't know what came over me bur I was pissed. Why would he call this angel a bitch. I walked up to him pinning him against the wall by his neck.
"Don't you fucking dare call that angel a bitch. You understand?"
"Yes boss" he replied quietly.
"Everybody get the fuck out"
I was fuming but as soon as I saw her beautiful doe eyes looking at me I calmed down and walked over to her perching on the side of the bed. Tears started falling down her face.
"What's wrong princess?"

Next chapter will be that scene flos pov.
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