Our love story

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SHAWN SHANE WINSTON POV

"Are you truly not going in?" Owen asked for the fifth time.

I sighed, exasperated, "Yes, I will leave it to the authorities, because I know that if I go in, I will kill that bastard."

Keith gave my knee a gentle squeeze. "She will be fine; you don't have to worry."

"I know," I replied, still trying to process the events that had unfolded.

I had been called in by Nadia's restaurant two hours ago, and the information had been passed down to me. Initially, I panicked, but I knew I had to compose myself; Nadia needed me. So, I called Owen, whose father was a cop, and they helped me find the address we needed. Aunt Emilia and Hope were currently looking after Levine, who had been reluctant to let me go but eventually did.

This was why we were now a short distance from Tommasso Leonardo's mansion. I felt an overwhelming urge to confront him, to snap his head off for daring to hold Nadia captive. But what connection did they have? And why had he locked her up? Was she okay? Had he hurt her? Had he touched her? I clenched my fist at the thought of another man touching what's mine.

"Screw this, I'm going in," I snarled.

"No, you're not," Owen said firmly. "Aren't you confident in my dad? He won't let you down."

"Look! He has her!" Keith exclaimed excitedly.

I quickly stepped out of my car and ran as fast as I could towards the cop who had Nadia in his arms. But my heart dropped seeing her passed out, wrapped in a blanket.

"Nadia," I whimpered shakily, caressing her face softly.

"Let me go! Do you have any idea who I am? Let me go, or you'll all regret it!"

I turned to face the bastard who had dared to touch what's mine. I stalked over to him, gripping his shirt hard. "Regret it? You dared to touch what is mine! Do you think you can go scot-free for what you did?"

He smirked, "Yours? I had her in my bed for days. She followed me willingly; she agreed to be my slut. I fucked her to oblivion; she might have my child soon. So, basically, I won; I imprinted a scar on her that she won't ever be able to forget me."

I couldn't hold it in anymore and punched him hard in his pathetic face. I was about to do it again, but I was held back by Owen's dad.

"You shouldn't do that, son. Yes, I know you're pissed off, but I promise I'll make sure he rots in jail."

I nodded, "Thank you."

We arrived at the hospital soon, and Nadia was rushed into the emergency ward. So, I sat outside, waiting patiently for a positive response. I knew it was bad for my heart to feel this way, but I had to hold on. I knew soon it would be time for my regular checkup, and I should have listened to my doctor and always worn my watch, which would go off when my heart rate got too high.

"Shawn, are you okay?" Keith asked, probably noticing my sudden breathing.

I forced a smile, "How could I be? I'm worried sick about Nadia; what could he have done to her? Will she need therapy? Will we be the same anymore? Will she be willing to tell me why she left me all alone in San Bernardino?"

Owen sighed, "I know you're worried, but you have to think about yourself; worrying too much isn't good for your heart."

"I'm fine," I gritted out.

"Shawn," Keith warned.

I glared at him, "I said I'm fine!"

Yeah, like hell I was! I knew my body better than anyone, and I knew I wasn't getting any better. For years, I had avoided having a heart transplant and relied on drugs, but I knew I couldn't hold it off anymore. I was dreading my checkup; I had just met Levine, and I wasn't willing to let him go. Speaking of Levine, I really hoped he didn't inherit my gene, so he wouldn't have to go through pain.