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Chapter 7

The pressure that guy put on my wrist with his humongous paws are the reason I'm rolling around in bed at 6:00 in the morning, in pain. My wrist was throbbing and I was about to go out of my mind. I got up and headed to my bathroom to find the pain capsules I kept in my medicine cabinet.

I still had some ibuprofen and decided rather take a shower and get into some leggings and an oversized NYU long sleeve top because today will be a Netflix and chill day until I could get rid of this pain. I will go to the hospital later if the pain doesn't get better.

An egg and cheese sandwich, grilled in the pan was what I felt like eating, even though I wasn't hungry and I only have one hand currently. I had to get something in my stomach, so I ate, took some tablets, and rubbed some ointment on my wrist. I think I should wrap the wrist and I got up to do just that.

I decided to watch some romance movies and action until the meds kicked in. Halfway through the day the pain eased enough for me to eventually fall asleep. I woke up and checked the time on my phone, only to see it's seven at night. I still felt so tired, but also felt sick and my head and wrist was killing me. I had no energy to get up and go to the hospital, so I took some more capsules and got settled. It didn't take long for sleep to come again.

I woke at 3:00 in the morning, feeling hot, sweaty and then cold. This is definitely a fever and I need to remedy this before it got worse. I got rid of my clothes and stumbled to the shower. Another dosage of capsules and a change bedding before going straight back to sleep. My alarm woke me up for school, but I could hardly open my eyes. I felt too tired and confused, but knew I had to message Marco so that he doesn't send a driver. I struggled to send a message, but eventually did. I placed the phone on my bedside table to turn around and sleep again, but I heard a notification on my phone, but was too tired to stretch again. I felt horrible and dizzy, but instantly fell asleep.

Domenico POV

My eyes snaped open as I felt a naked body halfway on top of mine. As glanced down and saw a blonde girl fast asleep with her head resting on my chest. She looked too perfect; yet she was snoring like a man. I don't know her name and to be honest, I don't really care. She knew what was up the moment she left the club with me last night.

Last night, before hitting the club, I visited the hole where the gang hung and almost killed everyone there, but unfortunately there were two of the guys that got away. Regardless, this should send a strong message to whoever still want to try fuck with me. They did her dirty and I had to respond or they would have kidnapped her.

I don't have any feelings for this girl, but I hated seeing that scum's hands on her. She somehow randomly popped up on my mind since the night outside the club and I need to get her out of my head. It's irritating and these innocent girls only hold men like me behind in life.

It's still very early in the morning as it's still dark so might as well get up before this slut woke up and find me here. I got dressed and headed out. I reach my house, stripped the clothes that had the scent of messy sex and got into the shower scrubbing every bit of last night's remnants off.

While I stood there deep in thought, my mind drifted to none other than this fucking girl with the innocent blue eyes. She makes me question the pointless fucking around and to rather settle down, which I promised myself I would never do. Am I letting her get to me? It's been a long time since I've had these thoughts of claiming woman and that bitch of an ex is the reason I don't have any interest.

Olivia on the other hand, she is not like other girls and that is clear as day. I find it intriguing. She's a major white flag, too white if you'd ask me.

It's best that I kept my focus on work as a means to get her out of my head. After my shower I decided to get started on some paperwork and setup meetings for legal business as that will be my main focus this week. By the time I'm done checking mails it was seven in the morning and the sun was already out.

My phone started buzzing and it's my one and only uncle, Marco "morning Uncle"

"Where are you now?" he asked in a panicked voice, making me frown.

"At home, about to get dressed and head to the office. What's wrong?"

"I had to go out of town to tie up some loose ends. Go to Olivia's apartment and go check if she's alright. She messaged me saying she will not be going to campus today. She's not feeling well. When I messaged her back to ask her what's wrong, she didn't respond and that is not like her. Could you please just go and check and let me know before you head to the office, please"

"Ok, I'll do that now" I answered, without hesitation.

"Thank you, see you later then" he said, before ending the call.

I rushed to get dressed and decided on one of my black Armani suits with a white shirt and no tie. I opened the first two buttons, so that the artwork of my tattoos is on full display. I grabbed my car keys and files that I need for office, then headed out.

After a twenty-minute drive, I arrived at her place and knocked, but get no answer. I stood there for about five minutes while continuously knocking, but she didn't open. I was starting to feel a little panicked as well. What if that fucker got to her?

One of the neighbors who is an old lady peaked out her door. "Oh, you are the guy from the other night. She hasn't left her apartment since you brought her home, so she should be there. She's probably sleeping" the lady said, making me wonder how the fuck this woman knew everything when I am sure I didn't see anyone in the hallway when I brought her home the other night. Old people are like the cameras in the streets of Italy and it seems they the same everywhere and they knew everyone's business. I thanked the lady and pretended to type on my phone until she entered her apartment. Nosey woman.

I decided to knock one last time before resorting to one of my criminal ways. When there was no answer, I picked the lock without any hassle. It took me under a minute to get in, which is a huge concern, but I'll address that later.

I entered her front door while calling for her but no response. I walk to the living room, and she's not there. I walked into her bedroom, and she is laying there with her arm laying limp off the side of the bed. Yup, something is wrong with her.

"Olivia" I called in the softest voice I could muster up while approaching her, but I got no response. This only makes me think that something is definitely wrong.

I stood over her, taking in how beautiful she was for a second, before feeling for a pulse. Her pulse was very weak, and she was ice cold. I decided to not take chances and take her to my infirmary. There are enough doctors that would be able to help.

I packed a small bag with a change of clothes, pajamas, slippers and when I found the drawer with underwear, it was all black. Mysterious.... I like it.

I picked her up bridal style after throwing the sling bag with her things in it over my shoulder. After situating her in my car and fastening her seatbelt, my phone connected to the car's Bluetooth, so I called uncle Marco to put him out his misery.

"Uncle, I found her passed out in her bedroom. Her pulse is weak. I'm taking her to the infirmary".

"Oh, my baby. I will be back at about four this afternoon. Keep me posted on her progress, please"

"I will Uncle, see you later"

With that the call is ended and I call one of my men to get Olivia's apartment door's lock changed.

We reached the infirmary that was equipped at the same standard as a hospital. I lay's her on one of the awaiting beds. I explain to the doctor the state I found her in and as I looked down, I saw her sleeve had ridden. I hadn't noticed her wrist before. It looked horrible, and it's swollen, very swollen. I feel so bad for her because she was most probably in a lot of pain. I asked the doctor to sort her wrist out and she said that she will do her checks and let me know what's going on. With that I stepped out for a bit to grant her some privacy.

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