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[6.] Bite Me

{{DAMARA ROMANO}}

After pulling that heavy ass mother fucker out of the ballroom I put him in the car. He was shot in the shoulder and hazy due to blood loss. I drove quickly home and wrapped his big ass fucking arm around my shoulder dragging him into the house. I placed him on the kitchen floor and grabbed the med kit. I straddled his lap and took off his jacket then shirt. Fuck he's hot. I slapped his face and his eyes whipped open.

"Glad you're awake darling. You're gonna need to tell me if this hurts." I smiled and started cleaning his wound with cotton. "Grab onto me if you need to." I sighed and he grabbed my waist with one of his hands.

"Fuck Mara!" He groaned in pain as I dabbed the wound with vodka. It's the only thing we had. No rubbing alcohol in sight. Ironic I know. I grabbed some tweezers and held them up.

"The bullet didn't go all the way through. Meaning it's still inside you. So I'm gonna have to dig it out. Grab the vodka and drink as much as you can take." I sighed handing him the bottle I watched as he took four large gulps and hissed when he pulled the bottle away from his lips.

"Alright just do it." He mumbled. He grabbed my waist and I scooted closer to his chest causing him to groan. But not in pain. "You're making this worse." He said.

He placed his forehead on my shoulder and I placed the tweezers into his wound. He groaned into my shoulder and I caught onto the small piece of metal. His grip on my waist tightened and I pulled the bullet out of his wound. He bit onto my shoulder. Motherfucker. He broke skin. I'm really trying not to moan right now. His teeth, his cock pressed against my inner thigh. This is to much but I have to help him. Not like I want to, but if he dies then I have to do this alone, and that's too much work even for me.

"That was the hardest part. Now I have to stitch you up." I sighed. I grabbed sutures and began to stitch him up. He bit harder causing my breath to hitch. I bit my cheek and finished my job smiling at my handiwork. I wiped the blood away with the cotton and pulled away. I grabbed a bandage and placed it over the wound.

He pulled his head back and laughed as he stared at my shoulder. I looked down to see his teeth imprint on my skin followed by a small trail of blood down my shoulder.

"That's gonna leave a mark." He chuckled.

"Fuck you." I groaned and got off his lap cleaning up the supply's. I helped him upstairs to his room and placed him on his bed. "Go to bed dickhead. We have shit to do. We can't waste anymore time." I nodded. He agreed and I left the room.

"Wait Mara!" He called after me and I glanced at him. "Thank you. For tonight." He smiled. Yea he's 100% drunk.

"Go to sleep." I said softly before walking to my room. I took off my dress and slipped on some sweats and a sports bra. I walked into my bathroom and tied my hair up.

I washed my face and recalled our dance. He held onto me like we were alone. I like that feeling. Whatever it's called. It's beyond beautiful.

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I woke up to hair covering my face. I sat up and ran my hand down my face moving my hair out of my sight. I think we need to pay a visit to some old friends of mine today. They might have information on who blew up the gala. Also who shot my partner and killed three men. That means we have to travel. We have to go seven hours out of town to get there. That also means we have to get a hotel. I already have a feeling I know what will happen. As olive says, it's always one bed. I chuckled at my own joke.

I heard a thud followed by a groan. Am I babysitting a fucking child? I got out of bed not even recalling my choice of pajamas and opened Vi's door. He was laying on the floor staring at the ceiling.

"I can't get up, help me princess." He whined. I really am babysitting a child. I grabbed his arms and pulled him off the floor.

"Pack you're shit." I mumbled placing him on the bed.

"Why?" He asked raising a brow and I gave him a cheeky smile.

"I'm glad you asked, sweetheart!" I said very enthusiastically. "Road trip!" I threw my arms up. He stared at me confused. Looks like I'm gonna have to inform him on why he's gonna he stuck in a car with me for seven hours.

I should have thought this through. A compact space, with Vittorio Mariano for seven hours.

Yay...