Love On Fire (Book 2) - DISCONTINUED!

Months

Matt's POV:

"Matt it's been five months...what if-" Foggy whispers through the phone line, scared of his own words.

"What if nothing! I'm almost at enough to reach her. I just need a few more days." I tell him in a scrambled tone as my head scans around the disordered apartment. Not much moved over the past months, all her belongings have stayed in their place and the broken furniture from that night is spotted with alcohol and undone laundry.

"You've barely recovered from that bullet. You nearly died!" Foggy howls make me shift the phone away from my ears.

"I've got to go Foggy," I say with a sigh, deciding I've heard enough from him.

"I can't keep lying to Karen, Matt. She asks about Daeva." Foggy reminds me. I shake my head and let out a sigh, feeling heavy and unsure about quite anything.

"I've got to go Fog." I exhale, not waiting for a word back before I hang up the phone and toss it to the side of the dented in sofa. A hot gust of wind blows through the duck-taped window as the sun has almost set fully.

I let out a groan as I rock myself off the sofa, letting out a sigh as I listen to the sirens of the police and the conversations of people walking the streets. My head simultaneously turns towards my closet where the suit hasn't come out for the past 5 months. Just sitting there collecting dust, not like it's a shame. Since Fisk has been put away crime has decreased, besides the everyday thief and whatnot.

Slugging my way to the kitchen, I begin my apparent new hobby, drinking.

Popping off the cap of whatever is in the cuber I make my way back to the living room, sinking to the floor with the bottle glued to my lips.

The rugged material of the sofa scrapping my bare back as I sit against it. The wood cold floor tingles my hot skin as I sit there in the now darker apartment. Leaning my head back I sloppily place my drink down causing it to spill slightly while I try to reach to my side.

"Shit." I groan at my actions, vodka soaking up my cotton shorts. But in all honesty, I could care less. I continue to reach until the familiar record touches my fingertips. With a small intake, I sit up, placing the vinyl carefully despite my drunken state into the recorder. Placing the stylus down and clicked loop.

(Play Song)

Leaning back I start to hear the claps of the song causing my eyes to close.

I grab back onto the liquor bottle bringing it back to my lips as I feel the burning sensation pour down my throat.

"The night we met I knew I needed you so. And if I had the chance I'd never let you go" I murmur the lyrics, feeling my eyes start to tear even though they're closed.

Hot June weather seeps into the still broken windows, but I couldn't even give worry about it. I couldn't even tell how long I'd been sitting on this floor, or how many times the song has played.

A knock sounds on the door causing me to groan in annoyance.

"Go home Foggy!" I yell, getting tired of his random check-ins. The knocks sound again but my senses are no help from the excessive drinking.

"Go-" I start to yell louder but get cut off by the door opening in a bang.

"What the hell," I mumble as I grip onto the sofa to stand to my feet. "What's gotten into..." I say angrily but my words start to drain as the smell of blood seeps through my nostrils.

A tingle of familiarness tickles my spine and my breath hitches.

"Daeva," I mumble in disbelief, the practically empty bottle slipping from my loose fingertips and the music fades. She flinches from the glass breaking catching my attention.

I run up to her and engulf her in a hug, tears flowing down my cheeks.

"I found you." She cries a familiar set of words.

"You found me." I cry, holding her tight despite the blood that she's covered in from head to toe.

"What happened?" I ask out of shock of just holding her, but at this, she cries louder and holds me tighter.

"Daeva?" I question, fear coming over me.

"I killed them..." She whispers in broken fragments.

"Who?" I utter with wide eyes and an open mouth.

She sniffles and breathes in with a shudder of tears.

"...Everyone." I cry, but her words hit me at what she's done.

But in that moment of fear, I could care less, because Daeva is home and I'm holding her in my arms.

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