Paramore Series: The Maffioso

Dosch (1)

Lux

I ran so hard I could feel my ears ringing from the way my heartbeat was pushing it. I was almost at their headquarters. Enzo and Murad were at the entry as usual. I ran straight for it but they held me back. 'Not so fast, little human. What you think you doing here?' Enzo had always been kind to me, but even he didn't take kindly to my choice the other day. 'Enzo please! You don't understand. They are coming tonight! I need to speak to Dominic!' I was hysterical. They would be here any moment. They laughed instead. Murad grabbed me roughly when I was trying to maneuver out of their way. He threw me out like I was garbage and I landed hard on my ass, in a puddle of mud. My ears were ringing louder. 'Please!' I cried.

Murad was pushed to the side of the door. Dominic in his face. A dark haired girl under his left arm. 'Don't-ever-push-her like that.' He growled.

Enzo raised his eyebrows at him.

'Dosch!' I yelled and tried to get up but I slipped again. Making the girl laugh. Dominic dropped her like a sack of potatoes and helped me up. 'What's happening?' he grabbed my face. 'Why are you in hysterics?'

I just hugged him. So happy to see he was still alive. He was flabbergasted and just let me hold him for a moment. 'Let's go to the penthouse alright.' He was staring me away from the clubhouse. Still not wanting anyone to see me with him. 'No...' I hiccupped. 'They are coming here to kill everyone.'

He froze. 'Dornatill?'

I nodded. Tears still streaming. 'Enzo!' he yelled. 'Tell Marcel we will be having company soon. Prepare the slots.'

He grabbed my shoulders. 'Here, take my keys. Go the penthouse. Don't open the door for anyone but me. You understand, Carina?' I was shaking from head to toe. I still nodded and with wobbly legs stepped back from him. He kissed my forehead and ran back inside before I could tell him that I was sorry.

I was in the penthouse again, where all those weeks ago I had one of the best nights of my life with him. Feeling like I had been the only person he had ever opened up to. I got rid of my mud stained clothes, quickly showered and found one of his crisp white shirts which smelled like the ocean and completely him. Totally tired and upset, scared for him, I still managed to pass out in his bed.

'Carina....' I woke up to someone slowly caressing my hair. It was dark. Still middle of the night. I turned around, scrambled upwards. He was bleeding, he was hurt. 'Dosch? Oh my god.' I reached for the night light and flicked it on. My worry for him was on another level. He needed to be alright. It was worse than I thought though. 'You need a hospital.' I whisper screamed. I fussed over his face and chest. He grabbed my hands. 'It's okay Carina. I'll live.' He chuckled.

'Don't make fun of it.' My hands shaking again. I hated seeing him hurt. It actually hurt me too.

'We got them. Thanks to you.' He added tenderly.

I just continued with the fussing. Going over his hair, face, hands. 'Do you need bandages?'

'Nothing I can't do myself. Go to sleep, Carina.' He kissed me, got up and walked towards the bathroom. Slightly cramped but still functioning. Thank the gods.

I fell back down, worries still flashing through my mind. The Dornatills wanted me death. But somehow sleep claimed me anyway.

I woke next to a warm body, wrapped around my back. A head in my neck, slowly breathing. It was already light out and in the dim morning glow I could see the tattoos on his fingers. I stirred and he stirred as well. Planting slow kisses on my neck, collar bone, shoulder. 'Morning Carina...'

I turned around and placed my head on his chest. Hugging him. 'Careful now.' He chuckled.

'Are you still angry with me.' I whispered.

I stayed quiet for a moment.