merder mafia leader in love

chapter 15

I try to run away but he grabs me, pulling me into the room. "Ow" I whine as he pushes the gun into my back. Derek tries to move. "Don't baby you'll hurt yourself" I say. "Shut up" he pushes the gun further into my back. I wince. "Shut the hell up" he says. I look at Mark. He signals for me to do something. I try to think. "You know.." I look back at the guy "You're kinda hot for a criminal" I smirk, looking him up and down. He pushes the gun a bit lighter into my back.

"I- Are you Italian?" I ask. My voice is a little shaky. "Yeah" he says. "I speak a little italian" I say. "You do?" He says. I look down, to the side slightly. I see marks shoes behind me. "Mm.." I nod "vai a farti fottere" I say. "Wha-" before he can say anything, Mark rips the gun from his hand, wrapping his arm around his neck and holding the gun to his head. I run over to derek. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. I wrap my arms loosely around him, so I don't hurt him. "Are you okay?" He pulls away, putting his hands on my cheeks, looking into my eyes. I nod. He kisses me softly. Mark grabs the guy, taking him out of the room.

"Was that the guy who shot you?" I ask. "Yeah" he says. "One sec" I say. I walk out of the room. "Mark" I walk after him. He stops. Marks holding the guys hands behind his back. I step closer to him. I knee him hard in the groin. He groans, almost collapsing. Mark holds him up. "Wow" Mark chuckles. "That's for shooting my boyfriend.. ugly piece of shit" I whisper in his ear. I grin at Mark. He laughs.

I walk back to the room. "Where'd you go?" Derek asks. "Nowhere" I smile, walking over to him. He budges over slightly. "Lay with me" he says. "I won't hurt you?" I ask. "No" he shakes his head. I smile, climbing into bed with him. He pulls me into his arms.

He looks at me, smiling. "You speak Italian?" He asks. "I know how to say go fuck yourself and.. that's it" I giggle. He chuckles. "Sei così bello.. ti amo così tanto tesoro" he whispers. "You speak Italian?" I say. "I'm part italian" he chuckles. "Yeah I know but I didn't know you speak it" I say. He grins. "You sound sexy.. say something else.." I say. "Ti amo più di ogni altra cosa.. se qualcuno provertà a ferirti ancora, lo ucciderò" he says. "What did you say?" I ask. He grins. "Tell me" I chuckle. "Now wheres the fun in that?" He grins. I sigh. He chuckles. "You know what isn't sexy?" He pouts. "What?" I giggle. "You flirting with someone else" he says. I chuckle. "Well it was either that or I get shot.. and something tells me I wouldn't have taken it as well as you have" I giggle. He chuckles. "Nobody can resist you.. too sexy" he growls, biting my neck playfully. I giggle. He kisses me softly on the lips.

"Does it hurt?" I ask, very gently running my finger over the big plaster on his chest. "No" he says. "Good" I whisper, kissing him softly before resting my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around me. I cuddle into him. "When will you get discharged, do you think?" I ask. "Tomorrow" he says. "But you got shot in the chest- don't you need observation or whatever" I say. "I'm not staying in the hospital" he groans. "Fine.. but you're not going back to work straight away and I'm going to look after you" I say. "That's not necessary" he says. "Baby.. I am going to take care of you.. I'll make you feel better" I whisper in his ear, nibbling on his ear lobe. "Will you?" He says. "Uhuh" I start kissing down his jawline "but not until your stitches have healed" I kiss him on the cheek. He groans. I chuckle.

"You can't tease me like that" he pouts. I grin. I kiss him. I deepen the kiss, sucking on his bottom lip as he sucks on my top. I moan quietly as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues fight passionately. He puts his hand on my hip, running it up my shirt. He groans as I pull away. "I can tease you as much as I want" I smirk. "Mm I am going to get you naked.. before these stitches heal" he smirks. "If you say so" I grin. "But I haven't seen you in two weeks" he groans. "We- we had phone sex the other day" I giggle. "But I couldn't see you" he says. "I sent you pictures" I smirk. "I couldn't touch you" he says. He runs his hand further up my top. "And you're not going to.." I pull his hand away "until you're healed" I grin. "We'll see about that" he runs his hand along the waistline of my leggings. "Yes we will" I giggle, pulling his hand away.

"Now why don't you get some rest? Are you not tired?" I ask. "A little" he whispers. "Go to sleep honey" I kiss him softly. "Are you staying here?" He asks. "You want me to?" I ask. "Mm" he nods, wrapping his arms tight around my waist, pulling me close. I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Am I hurting you?" I loosen my arms around his waist. "No you're okay" he says. He still has the morphine drip. "You sure?" I ask. "It doesn't hurt" he says. I kiss him softly on the lips, resting my head back on his shoulder. We fall asleep.

In the morning:
"Hey.. you two" Mark shakes my shoulder. I open my eyes. "Mm?" I look at him, sitting up. "Wake him up" he says. "Wha- why?" I ask sleepily. "Just wake him up" he says. "Okay" I whisper. I look at derek. "Baby" I stroke his cheek with my thumb. He opens his eyes slowly. "Mm" he groans. "Dude get up" Mark says. "Baby wake up" I chuckle, kissing him softly. "Whattt?" He whines, sitting up slowly. I stand up.

"We need to go shep" Mark says. "What's going on?" He asks. "It got out that you're in the hospital and there's loads of guys after you" he says. "Shit" Derek says. "Wh- who?" I ask. "The guys are after derek for us killing their boss" Mark says. "The one who shot derek? You killed him? The one who I kicked?" I ask. "Yes" Mark says. "You- wh- you kicked him? When?" Derek asks. "In the hallway before.. thought he deserved it after shooting you" I grin. I kiss him softly. He chuckles softly. I giggle.

Marks phone buzzes. "Shit some of them are on the way to your room" Mark says. "Okay we gotta go" Derek says. I gasp as he pulls the canula out of his hand, getting up. Mark walks to the door. "they're coming down the corridor. "Shit" Derek says. "We need to climb out of the window" derek says. "We're on the 5th floor" I say. He walks to the window, opening it. Mark pushes against the door, not letting them in. I look out the window. There's a massive drop and a very small ledge.

"Baby we need to go" he says. "Mm" I shake my head. There's banging on the door. Derek climbs out onto the edge. "Please honey" he holds my hand. "I'm scared" I say. "I know.. I won't let anything happen to you.. I promise" he says. I climb out of the window, onto the ledge. We hold onto a pipe so we don't fall. "What about you?" I say to mark. "I'll be okay" he pulls out his gun. My breathing is shaky as me and derek start moving sideways down the ledge. Derek's holding my hand as we move carefully. I scream as I misplace my foot and fall.

I didn't describe it well but this is what I mean: (kinda like this)