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"I like you, in my t-shirt." his voice was low. Dark. Hot.
"I prefer it on the bedroom floor." I tease, although, it wasn't really a joke.
"Ah, you make this so hard for me." he sounded angry, yet he never raised his voice.
"What's...
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My head throbbed and my lungs felt heavy. The overwhelming scent and cleaning products made my chest constrict and a stream of coughs flew out my mouth.
Moments later Ana, who was accompanied by a nurse, came running over.
"Thank god you're awake." She said, grabbing my hand and perching on the side of the bed I was in.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice sounding hoarse, "Where's Elijah and Atnus?"
"Atnus is fine, he managed to escape but-"
"No." I interrupted, "Please. Tell me he's ok." I begged, tears beginning to well in my eyes.
"Um well I-I don't know." Ana choked out.
My heart sank.
I know I told myself I wouldn't get attached to Elijah but as the days went on, my need to have him with me only grew.
What I have with him is so much deeper than we are both making it out to be and we know it.
But now, it could potentially be over. All because my plan didn't run smoothly.
I new this would happen. I knew that If I let myself get attached, it would all get destroyed.
And what's worse is that, yet again, it happened in the hands of Miguel.
"Miss Rodriguez?" The nurse asked, snapping me out of my frozen panic.
"Yes."
"Mr DeNiro should be fine, we just have to wait for him to wake up." She said, a reassuring tone. But I didn't listen to her tone, I listened to her words.
'He should be fine'
What does that mean?
"C, calm down, he will be ok I promise." Ana whispered in my ear.
"Don't promise me things like that Ana." I said while leaning my head back and letting out a deep breath I was holding in.
My mind was racing and my heart hurt but all I could do was wait. But the process of wait was soon interrupted by the rigging of my phone.
"Cecilia?" My fathers voice bellowed through my phone echoing round the room as though he was on speaker.
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Miguel blew up his restaurant." I said while trying to recall the events of a few hours ago.
"Was he still in the building?"
"Um yeah. He was in his office." I replied
"Bastard," My father said under his breath, "Right, we'll be with you in a few hours, when we get there we're going back to that restaurant."
