The mafia hunt.

45|Elias

Twice in a row, okay am I an imposter? 😩✋

Grayson

Chapter 45| Elias

I sprung up my breath caught in the back of my throat, I groan at the racing pain all over my body. My head pounds like church bells, my ribs burn like hell all I can do I sit back down slowly groaning with each sharp movement or breath I take. 

I focus my eyes around the room just as I figured I was in a hospital room. I can tell by the walls, paint and the distinct smell that I wasn't in the hospital back at home but I was in a public one.

Shit.

There's a weird sound that comes from my right and I look over there in a small container looking thing with a bright light is a baby. I scrunch my face in confusion. Why the fuck is there a baby in here? Who's baby is this?

"What the fuck?" I mutter to myself.

Should I be swearing around a baby? Eh, it can't understand shit I'm saying.

Seriously, I look around absolutely baffled and dazed as to why I'm alone in a room with only a small baby in here with me. I start considering that I hit my head so hard that I'm living some sort of dream.

I let out a confused groan, gripping my hair in my hands. Another sound reaches my ears and I look up only it's the door that's making a sound now. Walking in with her head down, her boob practically hanging out holding tissues to her nipple is my Angel.

So so confused right now.

"I can't believe this, I liked this top." She mutters to herself.

I clear my throat and her head snaps up, her eyes wide. She gaps and looks at me in surprise. "Oh my god! Your awake!" She points to me.

"Thank god." I mutter.

I'm awake, I'm not in some sort of alternate reality.

"Holy- oh my god!" I'm crushed as she wraps her arms around me, the tissue she's was using falls and her bare breast squished again my chest. "I was so worried, gray." She breaths.

I close my eyes and ignore the massive pain and just relish in her arms. I breathe in her scent gripping her tighter to me. I don't even care that my ribs are burning and it is incredibly uncomfortable. I just want to hold her. So I do, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me and kissing the side of her head.

Fuck, I love her so much.

"Angel." I whisper.

"Yeah?" Her breaths fans my neck.

"Why is your tit leaking?" I ask feeling the liquid on my chest. She gasps and pulls back looking at my chest in horror.

"I'm so sorry." Her cheeks turn red as she pulls her top back up and I frown at her embarrassment.

"Hey," I pull her chin up to look at me. Her blue eyes stare into my eyes and I never realised how much I missed them until I gaze into them now. "Don't hide away from me." I whisper, cupping her cheeks softly.