Emi Petrov is the daughter of a Russian mafia leader and a Japanese Mafia leader. She's well known as the She Devil, most fear her while others take her as a joke, the ones who take her as a joke are the fools who don't make it out alive. Emi works...
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A/N: WARNING LOVES 18+ CHAPTER
Emi POV
Darkness.
A lot of darkness.
Am I dead? Is this what death feels like? I thought it would be cold and depressing, but right now it's just. . .dark and, warm? Comforting actually, and smells very familiar, is this really the afterlife? Wait a minute, this feeling, I know this feeling. . .silk.
My eyes slowly open as I felt around, relaxing at the feeling of silk sheets. I closed my eyes for a few seconds before opening them once more allowing them to adjust to the dim lights of wherever I was.
What happened again? Right. I was shot, I took a bullet for Lorenzo like an idiot. Never in my 23 years of living, would I think of taking a bullet for anyone, and yet I took one for the man I have to kill.
If I was shot, why aren't I in a hospital? I would've thought they'd rush me to one, maybe I am dead?
I shift a little.
Fuck. Nope. Not dead, god my side is on fire. I groan loudly as I reach to grip my side, but instead of feeling my skin, I felt something soft. My brows furrowed together as I started to mess with the soft material.
"Stop. You'll mess up the bandages"
I furrowed my brows ignoring the deep, yet sexy and familiar voice, I continued to mess with the bandages. I hear the person sigh irritatedly, I then feel a big hand grip my wrist in a tight hold.
"I told you to stop." The voice said more firmly. As my mind finally started to come back to reality, I recognize the voice as Lorenzo's. I turn my head slightly to meet his intimidating gaze, his eyes were dark, and he didn't look too happy.
My tongue darts out to lick my dry lips and I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. Lorenzo finally let go of my wrist and turned his back on me, walking away. A few moments later he comes back with a glass of water and a pill bottle.
"You gotta sit up" He mumbled, as he put his arm under my back and gently helped me to sit up. I groaned in pain and I move my hand to push him away, but he didn't budge. He sat me up against the headboard and I shifted the best I could to get comfortable. Lorenzo waited for me to stop moving before handing me two white pills, I furrowed my brows as I examined the small circular pills.
"It'll help with the pain, numb it almost" He explains as if he read my mind. I look at him before looking back at the pills, I then dropped the pills onto the sheets and turn my head away.
I've said it before and I'll repeat it, I don't like medicine, I'd rather just sit through the pain than take medicine.
"What the hell are you doing? Take the damn pills" He demanded, picking the pills up and placing them in my hand again, but once again I drop them on the sheets. If I look at him, I'm sure he'd look piss.
