Made For Me

Chapter 13

"What are you two doing?" A tall body standing over me wakes me from my slumber.

That tall body being Aarons. I groan and look around, seeing Cole's feet are in my face and his body is the other end. We fell asleep top and tail.

"We fell asleep watching greys anatomy" I reply, shaking Cole's leg to wake him up

Cole immediately jumps up looking confused until he sees Aaron "Ahh boss you're back! How did it go? Is V with you or did she stay?"

"Why're you both laying with your feet in each other's faces?" he ignores all of Cole's questions

"Cole has a foot fetish and asked if he could sleep with my feet, so I let him." I murmur. Cole is now walking out the room but flips me off behind the tall man standing in front of me I laugh and wrap myself back in the fur blanket.

"What the fuck was that show last night huh?" his stormy eyes darken; he is pissed at me.

How can he be pissed at me? I didn't spike my own drink and try get myself kidnapped; he is so over dramatic. Instead of answering him I groan turning on my side to face the sofa hoping he would walk out the room.

He pulls the blanket off of me. "Were you trying to get yourself taken?"

"seriously" I scoff pulling the IV out of my arm, I don't care what pain I'm in, I won't sit and let him turn this around on me. "you're blaming me for that sick man's actions?"

I try to stand but my legs are like jelly and my head is spinning. I'm about to drop to the floor when a large hand wraps around my waist balancing me enough to sit back down onto the sofa "You shouldn't be moving Florence, you had an overdose so sit down."

"So first you blame it on me and then you act like you care? Which one is it." I laugh at how crazy he sounds.

His jaw ticks, I've annoyed him even more "I don't care about you" he looks at me with his cold dead eyes "Why would I care about some puttana trying to catch all the mens attention in the club. The reason this happened was because he thought you was an easy target, no scratch that you were an easy target craving any attention you could find." With that he walks out of the room.

I hold back the tears and try walk back to my room. The whole time I have been here he hasn't spoken to me this way; I knew he wasn't a good man or polite, but he had been relatively nice to me so far.

My Italian wasn't the best but of course I made sure to learn all the bad words so when he called me a whore, I felt sick, I didn't go out actively seeking mens attention I was having a good time if men watch me have a good time, then I don't care that's not my problem.

I can't walk since my legs are still like jelly from how weak I am, so I drop off the sofa and start to crawl across the floor I got to the door to see Jacob stationed outside it the hallway. When he sees me, his face looks concerned as he runs towards me "Miss Stan, what are you doing you shouldn't be up. Are you okay?"

I send him a small smile using the wall to lift myself up, the tears that were once brimming in my eyes finally burst out. "I want to go to my room, please help me to my room."

Without another word he puts my arm around his shoulder and starts helping me slowly walk towards the stairs. I feel bad since he is a lot taller than me, so he is having to bend down.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay downstairs Miss Stan? All your stuff can be brought down to you." Jacob looks concerned as I slowly start to find my balance.

I stop walking as we reach the bottom of the stairs and turn to him. "I am sure I'd like to be in my room, and please Jacob calls me Florence. Now help me."

"It will be easier and safer for me to carry you up the stairs Miss- Florence. Do I have your permission." He nods at me to pick me up.

I nod back at him as he scoops me up like a princess. When we reach the last step of the glass steps a very angry Aaron comes into view. He looks at me then at Jacob and finally back to me.

"Sir I was just-"

Before he can finish his sentence Aaron cuts him off "Put her down."

He doesn't move his attention away from me as Jacob delicately puts me down to stand on my own. My legs aren't as stiff from laying for a few days, so I give him a nod and start to move towards my room.

Before I make it a few steps a piercing sound rings through my ears, it sounds like an explosion. I spin around to see Jacob laying on the floor gripping his shoulder in the pool of his own blood and Aaron standing with a gun in his hand. I gasp but it isn't heard over Jacobs groans.

I'd never seen a gun be fired at someone before, living in London made me fear knives more than guns. I'd rather be shot than stabbed, I've seen too many stories about stabbings to put enough fear into me.

"Who said you could put hands on what's mine? If she needs help, you call me you don't touch Russo property." Aaron growls.

"Yes sir, sorry sir." Jacob replies keeping his head looking at the ground.

Now I'm pissed, I'm not anyone's property I'm a human being. I move as fast as I can over to Jacob to see his shoulder gushing with blood. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you crazy! He was helping me up the stairs since you had a hissy fit and stormed out. He didn't deserve to be shot for helping."

I stride towards him, so I am against his chest and look up at him "Go get him a doctor now"

Instead of taking me seriously he laughs in my face "I don't take orders from anyone, especially a short blonde with anger issues. You are mine and no one can touch you unless it's me or I say so. Don't ever talk to me in a disrespectful tone again."

I can't with this man, first he is saying I am his then he is saying I'm attention seeking whore who he doesn't care about and then he acts like a caveman and shoots the guard for getting me up the stairs claiming I'm his property. I can't take it.

I get on my tiptoes to try level the playing field, but it doesn't make a difference. "Get. The. Doctor. Now."

His jaw ticks I can see its affected him as his grip tightens around his gun, it should intimidate me, but it does the complete opposite, I'm turned on. Fuck what is wrong with me. I'm mad at him and I should hate him.

Jacob pulls me out of my thoughts as he starts stumbling off the floor. "It's okay I'm okay I can get to the doctor myself."

"Shut up" Aaron raises his voice.

I am about to go off at him again, but Jacob sends me a reassuring look and starts to walk away gripping onto his shoulder.

Before I can move Cole sprints up the stairs frantically "Boss is everything okay? I head gunshots." He looks at me with a confused expression as he looks at the puddle of blood on the floor.

I scoff and start to walk away. "Ask your fucking boss." With that I reach my bedroom and slam the door behind me.

I can hear the two bickering down the hall even with my door shut but I don't care I'm too tired to deal with anyone right now, being in a house full of men is draining they're worse than high school girls.

I zone them out as I climb under my covers and wrap myself up like a burrito. The sofa was comfortable, but nothing beats this bed. as soon as I'm all tucked and cozy I close my eyes and drift into darkness.

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Hey guys how you all doing ?:)

Sorry for the rubbish updates I have a chest infection that won't go away so I have just been dying in bed rip :/ but I go back to work tomorrow

Hope you all are enjoying it right now , I wanted to show Aaron's moody mean side since he doesn't know what he's feeling or how to express it in any other way but violence / anger.

It also wouldn't be right if I didn't make you hate him for a little while ;)

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