Broken

Chapter: Ten

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"He wants to meet with you." Leo whispers to me, his eyes observing the people meandering through out the hospital floor.

"What do you mean, who exactly wants to meet with me?" I ask, staring into his blue almost identical eyes, that we inherited from our father. "José Florenzo, one out of three of the siblings, he says that he won't talk to anyone other then you." Anger flits through my entire body as I clench and unclench my fists.

"Set it up, tell him we meet today at. . ." I glance down at my watch. ", five. Show him to the meeting room, and notify the heads to be there." I grunt out.

"Are you sure you want—" I cut him off. Of course I was sure, these fuckers tried to kill me. Next it'd be Dada or Lorenzo. Hell Leo himself, I wasn't going to risk it. You fuck with my family, you die. It was as simple as that, no talking or explaining. Explanations were for the weak, took too much time.

I didn't have time, I'd rather just shoot you in the head. It was faster and if you were a good shot, less mess to clean.

"Yes, go now. We have an hour to get ready for our visitor. I need to go and finish my talk with Ryder." He nods pulling out his sleek iPhone seven. "Leo?"

"Yeah?" I grab his shoulders and place my head against his. "Don't let this fucker kill you, stay on alert. We can't trust him, shouldn't trust him enough to come into our home." Leo smirks and slaps my back.

"Sure Nick I'll be safe." I roll my eyes. "That's not what I said." He nods his head. "Yeah I know, but that's what you were trying to say all along. Now go in there and take care of my future brother–in–law."

I smile and turn back around entering the slightly darkened room. "He's what I need Mace." I hear Ryder say softly, his voice shaky. "No, what you need is a therapist Ryder. Nicholas can't help you in that way. He can only do so much, you need professional help." She argues and I can hear his heart monitor rise in speed just a little.

"I–I can't talk to a stranger Macy, let alone be by myself with one. How the fuck am I suppose to interact with them if I couldn't even hug you until now, can't hug your for more then a few seconds." He hiccups.

"I break out into a sweat, and my heart picks up in speed as if trying to win a raise against a cheetah. You then change to him Macy, your beautiful face turns into his beautiful face." He whispers tiredly.

"And I'm left staring at an older me. . .my skin crawling like I've got a thousand ants inside of me, on me everywhere." Anger consumes me, and I stride further into his room, my eyes knowingly a darker shade.

I can hear his breathing pick up little by little, and I curse myself for getting him transferred into this huge room. "Ryder baby, calm down it's okay." I whisper soothingly, my last large steps helping me reach him faster then ever.

"In. . .out, there you go love breathe." My hand rubs his arm softly, while the other caresses his face. "You want make me will y-you? Don't make me go Nicky." He begs and I stare into those two round forests he calls eyes. "I'd never make you do anything you don't want to, okay? Calm down for me, and close your eyes. Sleep, and when you wake I'll make sure you get a good lunch."

I coo into his ear, as his breathing evens out, until it's a slow shallow rhythm. "Macy. Out. Now." It's stern, and definitely gets my point across. She has once again crossed the line, being insensitive to his needs.

"But—" I'm swift to turn around and glare at her. "Don't make me repeat myself, out." She huffs and puffs, but her feet carries her out of the room. I follow along right behind her, after giving Ryder a peck on the forehead.