Love On Fire (Book 2) - DISCONTINUED!

Let Go

Groans mumble from the couch catching my attention, while Foggy scowls as he makes himself a drink next to me in the kitchen. 

"Eva can I get some aspirin?" Matt mumbles, his words slurring slightly as his wounds are healing faster thanks to my powers.

"You got shot in the head, Matt. You wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for Daeva." Foggy says in a strangely annoyed tone. I give him a side glance as I hear Matt shuffle on his couch, the only thing I can see being his dangling leg.

"It was just a dumb mistake." Matt sighs, his voice groggy as he rubs his probably banging head. 

"What?" Foggy questions while I grab Matt some aspirin in the pantry.

"He had a gun on his ankle...I should've-I should've felt it. But I didn't sense it." Matt speaks with an unsure voice, disappointed in himself. I walk over to him and pass him the aspirin, his head still covered with blood but wounds slowly fading.

"Really..." I ask, my voice fading knowing he never not sensed something.

"This guy, he was trained," Matt explains while shifting to take his pill, sucking a breath in pain.

"He's a lunatic. He was shooting at Daeva." Foggy says in a crazed voice. Matt's lips part and his eyes rest as his hand slowly grabs my leg in his hand. His thumb runs over where I was shot last night, but there was no cut or wound.

"You okay?" He asks, continuing to run his thumb up and down my leg. I give him a small smile before sitting down on the floor next to the couch, grabbing his hand and placing it over my lap instead.

"I'm fine." I scoff, not believing he's asking me such a stupid question. "I'm worried about you," I tell him honestly but he just shakes his head and rocks forward with a scrunched-up face.

"No need. We have to make a deal with the DA and Grotto at the station." Matt murmurs, letting go of my hand to press against his temple. 

"No." Foggy says curtly to a shocked Matt. "'We' don't need to do anything. 

"I don't want to argue with you right now, Foggy." Matt sighs as he stands up, his black boxers tight around his thighs and abs defined.

"Daeva is safe, you don't need to do anything besides take care of yourself now." Foggy explains, pointing to a well and safe me. "Everythings taken care of."

"The shooter isn't. He's still walking the streets." Matt counters in an annoyed tone.

"He's the cops problem now." Foggy argues but Matt shakes his head.

"He'll blow right through the cops." Matt scoffs before giving a sarcastic smile. "I know what you're doing. You saw what they did to the Irish, but you didn't see what he did to the Mexican cartel. He hung them on meat hooks and left them there to die." Matt explaining making my eyebrows rise.

"So you want another round with the guy?' Foggy breaths out with a roll of his eyes.

"Blood is being shed."

"And you've donated enough of yours!" Foggy yells at Matt, clearly worried about him.

"I need to stop him." Matt says simply.

"No, you need rest. And when you wake up you need to consider, is it worth losing everyone?" Foggy yells angrily as he stares at Matt who simply just stands there.

"Better yet..." Foggy starts before gripping Matts suit but he wasn't fast enough. Matt grips his suit not letting it go despite Foggy's pulling.

"Let go." Matt growls while Foggy stares Matt in the eye, anger radiating off of him.

"You first." Foggy challenges.

"Guys..." I warn them but they just stand there, holding the suit tightly, neither letting go.

After a few more moment, Foggy scoffs and throws the suit forcefully at Matt with a scowl.

"I don't to do this again." Foggy speaks clearly, meaning seeing Matt on the brick of yeah.

"Than don't." Matt says simply, shrugging his shoulders arrogantly.

"What if someone saw me and Daeva dragging you home wearing that thing, hm" Foggy asks but Matts silent.

"I appreciate you Foggy, I do. But when the cops try to take this guy down, lives are gonna be lost. He won't go down easy, I need to help." Matt explains slowly to make sure Foggy grasps his point.

Foggy sighs deeply before looking Matt up and down.

"You look like shit." Foggy informs Matt making him smile slightly. "So stay here, because I'm tired of covering for you when you show up with bruises." Foggy spits angrily, pointing an angry finger to Matts chest.

"Okay?!" Foggy asks when he doesn't get a response from Matt. Matt simply blinks slowly and licks his lips, giving a curt nod.

With that Foggy turns on his heel and walks out the front door, leaving Matt standing in the middle of his room with his suit still grasped tightly in his fist.

The second the door slams shut, Matts form crumbles. He holds his side in pain and stumbles back onto an armchair.

I quickly meet to his side and place my hand on his torso.

"What hurts?" I ask him, but he shakes his hand at me.

"Nothing, I just...I just didn't sense the shooter's gun. Why didn't I feel it." Matt beats himself up, his hand grabbing his head, despite the blood still stained on his skin.

"You weren't daredevil for 5 months, don't think you're any less of a hero." I console him as my finger grazes over his skin, not finding anything wrong with him.

"Yeah..." He drifts off, his head tilted down to his suit that's still balled up.

My hands reach for his fist, it slightly shaking and knuckles white. My fingers wrap around his, telling him to let go without using my words.

A few seconds later he opens his fist, the suit falling to the floor. He dips his forehead forward, placing it on my shoulder, receiving some of the weight he's feeling. I place my hand around his torso, hugging him as we just stay there.

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Foggy and Matts arguments from season 2 are starting...

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