Maid For The King | 2

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Hi, I completely forgot about this book. I reread it now and I literally love it 😭💔 so here we go. Let's continue.

I couldn't stop shaking as I waited for someone to come and get me.... As I waited for my saviour.
The waiting was driving me insane. All I could think about was Remi showing up instead.

What if it was all an elaborate plan he made? No, no, no. The thought alone was enough for to course through my body in waves.
But the cashier knew immediately, that had to mean I was going to be saved.

The cashier stood near the front by the teller, but kept sending me worried glances.

I couldn't blame him. I probably looked like shit. I felt like shit. My whole body was aching and all I wanted to do was lay down and close my eyes.

I sat back on the couch in the back room of the gas station, trying to force myself to calm down. Breathe in, breathe out. It was at that moment I decided if it was Remi that walked through those doors instead, I wouldn't go down without a fight.

Not even 5 minutes later the office door was pushed open and Silvio and Nicollo walked in. As soon as I saw them my whole body sagged in relief. As if all the pain I went through just washed away for the moment.

I couldn't stop the sob that escaped my lips when I saw them, when I saw Silvio. My body moved on autopilot and I jumped up into his arms.

His hold on me was tight as he released a heavy sigh, holding my head to chest. My tears were uncontrollable as my shaking grew worse. I was really saved.
"S-Silvio" I said through my heaves as I looked up at him.

His jaw was tight and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. He's eyes held worry as he looked over me, scanning my body for all the injuries I had sustained. But behind all that, I could tell he was angry.

"You're okay now" he said firmly, forcing me to believe it. And I did. I believed him as I wiped away the last few remaining tears and nodded my head.

I turned to Nicollo who stood quietly to the side looking over me. When our eyes met he gave me a small smile before opening his arms for me to hug him too. I did just that, stepping back a bit from Silvio and turning to hug him. Nicollo looked down at me with his usual warm gaze, but I could feel the coldness lurking beneath it.

"We need to get you home, and to a hospital, Lia", Silvio said after a quick second.
I shook my head.
"No I'm fine, just a little sore." I said, but something he said triggered me and the panic that had eased a few minutes earlier came back in full swing. Home.

"Oh God, Silvio. My dad." I said as my chin wobbled. "M-my dad was-" and I couldn't even bring myself to finish my sentence as my voice cracked with the pain.

I couldn't even say the words as more tears gathered in my eyes. What the fuck was the last few days?

Silvio immediately hushed me and pulled me into his arms again.
"Hey, hey. Its okay. Calm down" he soothed gently, " your dad is okay."

I looked up at him, my cheeks soaked with tears and my nose runny.

Silvio sighed. "There's a lot we need to explain. But it's not a good idea to do it here. Lets go home and we'll sort everything out" Silvio said gently, cupping my face in his hands.

I heard what he had said, but the warm feeling of his hands on my skin distracted me as I leaned my cheek against his palm and closed my eyes.
Exhaustion swept over me and I realised I was wearing nothing but Remis shirt. Some of the buttons were missing and the left sleeve was torn.

Silvio took my hand and pulled me out the door again. Walking towards a helicopter on the grass patch. A helicopter? What was going on? I hadn't even heard it landing, was I that dazed?
Silvio pulled his hoodie off and over my head before helping into the back of the aircraft. He closed the door behind us and buckled me in before holding me close again.

Although I was present physically and I could feel his presence around me, touching me. I felt like my mind was floating somewhere else, stuck in the same daze as earlier. The louder my thoughts became the more I seemed to drift away.

I'm not sure how we got home. I'm not even sure where we were, or how we got there. I didn't faint but I wouldn't say I was conscious through it all. It all felt like some distance dream as if none of it really happened and I would wake up in Silvio's bed warm and safe. I wouldn't have any pain or any bad thoughts, I wouldn't have this lingering fear, I would be okay again.

When my eyes opened again, I was in a warm pastel yellow room with a white ceiling and floors. The curtains were closed and the door was slightly ajar as I slowly sat up to look around. Silvio and Sophia were on either side of me and it seemed as if I was on a hospital bed. I groaned as I leaned back against the pillows.

Silvio immediately shot up looking at me with worry in his eyes.
"You're awake" he said with relief as he pressed the button on the side of the bed.

Sophia soon woke up as a doctor and a few nurses came rushing in through the door. She turned to look at me and her lip wobbled as she jumped to hug me.
"Thank God you're okay" she whispered as she rested her head on mine.

My throat felt dry and scratchy as I tried to speak so all I could manage was a nod. The doctors moved the twins out of the way and began to examine me, giving me water and asking if I had any pain. I answered their questions slowly trying to be honest as possible. But it all felt like too much.

I felt trapped all over again and I couldn't handle it. I began to cry again. Silvio immediately rushed towards me pulling me into his chest.
"Shh, shh. Its okay Rosa. You are safe now and everything is going to be okay" . He said trying to calm me down, but if anything it just made me feel frustrated. Nothing would ever be the same again.

" Silvio, nothing is okay." I said as I sobbed, hiding my face in his chest. " My dad, my mom. My whole life, nothing has ever been okay", I cried as my breathing became laboured.

Silvio grabbed my face and forced me to meet his gaze. "Rosalia, please. Your dad is alive. You are safe now. The doctors are here to make you feel better. And I know it's difficult, I don't know what could have happened to you. But right now I need you to breathe, calm down, and let them examine you." He said gently but firmly, wiping the tears from under my eyes.

I looked at him im shock, my breathing returning to normal as I stared at him with pure disbelief.
"My... his- what?" I said as I sat back in shock. And then I remembered him saying the same thing at the gas station. My dad was okay.

"Everything I just said now is the truth. It's all going to be okay" he assured me before laying me back down on the bed.

Fresh tears began to fall down my face, but I remained quiet. My papa was still alive.

The doctor continued the exam, asking about my pain and discomfort and once it was all over all I wanted to do was sleep.

The weeks the followed my return were all blurred. I was in the hospital on bed rest for a few days before I was allowed to leave to go see my dad. Although he wasn't in the best condition, he was alive and conscious. He was stuck in bed rest with tubes and machines all around him. I couldn't hug him like I wanted to, but just seeing him there was enough.

When he saw me, tears welled in his eyes and I could see the relief and guilt that filled them. He wasn't able to say anything, but he didn't have to.

Remi had broken his neck but by some miracle, he hadn't died. He was unconscious and on the brink of death when Silvio had found him. He was rushed to the hospital for treatment just in time.

I couldn't thank Silvio enough. I felt like owed him everything and in the time of my recovery he had become my rock. I wanted to be around him all the time because it was the only time I felt safe.

Once I had been allowed to go home permanently, Silvio wasted no time moving me to his penthouse. Sophia didn't like it, but she couldn't argue against it. When he wasn't around I felt scared and would begin to panic.

My therapist said he had become my comfort person. After people experience something traumatic, they tend to cling to someone who helped to stabilise their emotions. Silvio was that person for me and, as much as I felt like a burden, he didn't seem to mind at all.

It was almost as if he didn't want to leave me either.