Have you ever imagined you're last breath? You're body is designed to have a survival instinct most likely makes you fight for you're life. Knowing you're gonna die in that moment when you're body starts to shut down you're whole life flashes before you're eyes and you suddenly realize all of the things you missed all of the things you wanted to do then....BANG!
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Sebastian's POV~
I have been non stop working ever since that phone call. If I'm being honest I had multiple nightmares about him hurting her. A constant repeat in my head waking up in my own sweat it's a mess.My head wouldn't stop hurting for the millionth time today.
I flipped my laptop close as I flicked my chair back as I stood up walking towards the door.
I pushed it open slightly making sure I wouldn't wake her up. As I disappeared through the hallways and down the stairs.
I stepped into the kitchen finally reaching the cabinets above I opened it quietly as I grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen for this killer headache.
I flicked the cap open and grabbed one dropping it in my mouth and turning on the sink quickly bending my head under the sink and taking a huge gulp of the faucet water.
As I wiped my mouth of the leftover water from my lips I felt a ticklish poke in my waist.
I quickly turned around revealing Rosalie smiling brightly at me with a cookie stuffed in her mouth.
"Jesus woman scared me half to death." I said with a hand to my chest.
She rolled her eyes while locking her arms around my waist.
"Mr. Mafia isn't supposed to get scared." she said with such attitude as she swallowed her cookie.
I glared at her making me place my hands on the sides of her stomach.
"Mr. Mafia isn't like other mafia men." I said with a small lift of my eyebrow.
She chuckled slightly making her raise her hands up to my face as she played with my beard.
"When are you gonna shave this beast of a beard?" she said with a disgusted look on her face.
I chuckled loudly as I slowly lifted my hand to my face and smiled.
"Never. I look beautiful." I said boldly with a small smirk on my face.
She rolled her eyes making her glare at me.
"You look like a old man." she said with a giggle.
I gasped playfully at her comment.
"How dare you. I look masculine." I said with a frown.
She sighed deeply as she quickly pulled me in smashing my lips on hers making me completely startled.
She slowly pushed my face back revealing her licking her lips.
"Homemade chocolate chip cookies. You like?" she said with an innocent smile.
I shook my head feeling absolutely turned on.
"That's so not fair. You know how chocolate chip cookies are my favorite." I said with a slight smirk.
She smiled brightly as she hummed softly thinking she won.
She slowly turned around making me grab her hand softly and quickly pushing her towards me as we were inches apart.
"You're not going anywhere Mrs. Santos." I said seductively as I slowly trailed my thumb down her bottom lip and onto her chin.

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