"Can I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you."
Dylan walked over to the mirror. All she could see was the scar on her neck & the memories of a man she loved fade away.
That wasn't part of the plan. They were supposed to escape together. No one who he cared about in the past knew he was alive & it was supposed to stay that way. The government had saw him as an asset but he refused. He was done being their lapdog and wanted out.
So he faked his death and that was the end of that.
Dylan lightly glazed her hand over the scar & just like that, the recollections of that night popped into her head.
"I want you to stay here. Stay in Lithuania & when I've found a place, I'll come get you."
Michael, do you think I'm stupid? Just tell me you're not coming back for me. Don't lie to me. Man up about your shit.
Dylan, I love you.
Go to hell Scofield.
Do you think I would lie to you right now?
I'm not going anywhere without you so cut the crap Scofield.
Dylan, I have to go alone. I need you here, safe and alive.
I just stared at him in disbelief. This wasn't a part of the plan. I had helped him track down Lincoln & everyone else. Watching them from a distance because we knew they would try to find him & if they ever got close, we would be forced to leave the only safe place that we knew.
I looked into the eyes of the man that I fell in love with. He tried to walk away but I stopped him with a kiss. A long passionate one which led to more than what I wanted it to. Before I knew it, I was pinned on the bed with Michael on top of me. I knew that if I didn't stop, the conversation would never be discussed. I tried to get out from his grip & turn my body to him so that we could be chest to chest, face to face but it didn't work. I could feel his dick through his shorts pressing between my ass. I continued to squirm but to no avail. It felt good but we needed to have the conversation. I arched my back a bit and I felt him get harder. That was it. No conversation would be happening, not tonight anyway. He slid my panties off and I felt the warmth of his dick on me. He grabbed my breasts and something in me called out his name. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my toes curled. I felt a drop on my butt. His pre-cum perhaps. Before I could question it, he slid his dick in me. I grabbed on to the sheets and arched into him. He called my name. I turned my head to see him reaching for something. The pillow. Perhaps I was being a bit loud but I didn't care. His dick did that to me. It made me loud. As I put my head down, he picked it up & I felt a cold sharpness to my neck. I had a quick spasm and before going out cold, I saw someone. A man. Dark haired & handsome. He knocked Michael out from the back & just like that, he was gone.
"Ms. Alfaro, you need to drink something or eat, at least."
I snapped back into the reality of my current situation. I glared at the nurse and she quickly scurried out.
As I walked over to the hospital bed and sat down, my eyes scanned each and every detail of the room.
Not because it enticed me but because it was just in my nature. I positioned my body in a way that would be comfortable to sleep.
A dark wave of sensation came over me and I knew that the next few months would not be easy but on thing for sure was...
I wanted to kill that bastard Michael but also find out who my Prince Charming was.
In about 15 minutes, sleep came and took me away.
