𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 | 18+ | ✓

t h r e e

*listen to the song while reading if you wish!*

"why not have a little fun in dangerous situations?" -salem woods

S A L E M
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Two Whole Months. That's how long I was in a coma. Two months of not being able to open my eyes, not being able to move, and not being able to work. It was complete hell.

But today, I felt my fingers twitch. At least I was still alive. My eyes slowly peeked open and I saw the last person I'd expect to ever see beside my hospital bed. Abel fucking Ricci. He saw me like this, and I knew for a fact I looked horrible, I decided to scare the shit out of him, "Hey, Can I see a mirror?" I croaked.

Abel jerked his head towards me before his jaw dropped. He opened his phone and opened the camera app before handing it to me. I looked at every atom of my face before handing him the phone, "Thanks." I sighed before standing up and taking the IV's out of my veins.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he groaned. I looked up at him and shrugged, "Going back to work, I have shit to do."

He rolled his eyes, "Just accept the fucking marriage." he insisted, "We both know you can't fight this alone. You've already tried, and look at where you're at now." he motioned towards the hospital room.

I looked at him blankly. Abel was a good looking guy. I couldn't lie about that one. He had looks to kill, but marriage? I'd rather throw up. He sleeps with anything that breathes, who knows what he'd give me.

Not that I'd sleep with him, of course.

"Look, I'll give you three days to think about it. If not then I could just kill you now if you'd like." he smirked, picking up his gun.

I chuckled nervously, "We both know you wouldn't."

He tilted his head, "You don't think?". I shook my head, "I don't think, I know." At least I think I know.

He stalked towards me, gun in hand. He shoved the clip in and pulled back the trigger, before taking the matte black gun off safety. My breathing shallowed. He put the barrel up to my head and moved his finger to the trigger. I pressed my thighs together. He took note of the actions and smirked, "You like this don't you?"

I cleared my throat, "What are you waiting for? Pull the fucking trigger, pussy." I smirked, completely ignoring the question. His eyes widened, "You want me to kill you?"

My rolled my eyes, "I rather you kill me than anyone else, fiancé."

He paused and took the gun from my skull, "So you'll accept?" he raised a brow. I gave him a slow nod. "Words. We aren't doing this without your vocal and written consent."

I groaned, "Yes. I'll accept." He smiled and patted me on the head, "Good girl." I smacked his hand away, annoyed, and oddly turned on, but we'll ignore that.

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"Here are the contracts, sir." one of Abel's many workers entered the office and handed him a folder of papers. He cleared his throat and thanked her. The woman was very beautiful, "Do you by chance like women?" I winked. She blushed and hurried out the room.