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○ BOMB (n.)○

She wasn't fragile like a Flower. She was fragile like a Bomb

Harrison was lying on my chest when I awoke. This man. My number one rule was to never fall in love, but my stubborn ass shattered it. I also feel. As I got out of bed, I gently shifted him away from me.

I tucked him in by shifting the covers over his body. I saw him rest as I was standing there. "You deserve so much more, so much more" I gave him a glance and a kiss on the forehead; heading to the closet. In an effort to avoid making noise, I opened it quietly.

I reached for my fitness attire. A big black shirt, with some leggings, and a sports bra. I know it sounds strange, but I go commando when I exercise. Although it's much simpler and cozier, some girls choose to simply wear a thong.

In an effort to avoid waking him up, I left the room. He puts in a lot of effort. He must get some rest. "I love you," I spoke before shutting the door. We have a private exercise facility in the Estate, which is down the hall. I made my way down to the gym after taking a towel and a water bottle from the cardboard in the hallway.

The exterior of the house looks old, made from stone. When the interior is pretty modern. Glass doors, porcelain tiles and more. I started warming up my body, then headed to the squat rack. I placed on my belt and then put on 264 lb (120kg) on the bar and started squatting.

After doing 4 sets of 20 reps, I placed it down. I headed to the boxing bag as I wrapped my hands.

*PUNCH, PUNCH, LEFT, RIGHT, PUNCH*

As soon as the gym door opened, I started boxing. I recognized the person. He approached from behind as I continued to punch the bag, which was rattling with each blow. He lowered his hands to my hips and felt each curve. I didn't want him to see how my body trembled when he touched it.

I made an effort to ignore it as I continued to hit the bag. He restrained me by grabbing my waist. While I was breathing heavily next to him, he leaned forward. Getting close, he said, "Relax your hips."

My body was shivering as he corrects my stance. His fingertips leave a trail of fire on my skin. "Good Morning, sleepyhead," I spoke as he walked around to the other side of the punching bag. "Morning Garfield, my love" He held the punching bag from the other side. "Punch."

I did as I was told.

*PUNCH, PUNCH, LEFT, RIGHT, PUNCH*

I noticed that he was staring at me as I was punching the bag. "What?!" I spoke at him as I punched the bag one last time. His eyes were wide open, dilated largely. Harrison rolled his eyes and smirked "Nothing." I pulled a confused look and carried on punching the bag.

I heard my phone ring on the bench. "Who is it?" Harrison asked as I throw a last punch. Walking over, I picked up my phone and looked. "It's Christiana" I answered. "Hello. You okay?" I asked, looking at Harrison.

"Yes, Jack and I are alright. But soon we won't be. We got some info that Fernando is going to lead an attack on your main warehouse, tomorrow!"

Fuck.

I looked at my watch and saw the date. "It's the 18th of December. How is he attacking near a festive season? It is too risky to do that, with the public all over the place. And how is Harrison and I going to get a plane there in time for tomorrow's attack?" I asked.

"I don't know, my love. You will have to just get here. I will prepare everything else. You just need to get Harrison and your ass here, ASAP"

She hung up the phone. I looked at Harrison so frantic and scared. He walked towards me. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Fernando is going to lead an attack on my main warehouse in Oregon. My 50 acres of wooded land. I don't know how the fuck, he found it; but he did. We need to go back now."

The flight time from Como, Italy to Oregon is 11 hours, 34 minutes. I need to get there and kill that son of a bitch.

Before he fucks up my whole empire.