Miss Roselyn Sawyer; the beautiful CEO of Canopy of Crystal, a flourishing jewelry company.
Dominic Pierce; the young and new bodyguard who was just returned his freedom.
All she wanted to know were three simple things.
1) His height, weight, fighti...
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ROSELYN
"Rosie.. do you want some hot chocolate?"
I looked up from my lap to see Jeremiah and I wiped my teary eyes with my arm. The hospital gave me a shirt since the sleeves of my sweater ended up dirtied with blood.
"Do.. do you know what the doctor told me?" I mumbled— I hadn't cried like this is in I don't know how long. I hated it. My throat was sore and my eyes stung— now I understood why people always said a good cry was needed every once and a while because this feeling was so foreign it made me uncomfortable.
"What he'd say?" Jeremiah asked and he set the steaming cup on the table that seperated our chairs in the hallway.
"That he's very lucky— the bullet only grazed him 'cause of the earring box in his blazer pocket," I explained with a sniffle. ".. it was still a nasty wound though— there was blood loss 'nd the pain was intense."
"But he'll be fine, Rosie?" Jeremiah murmured.
"Yeah," I glanced up at the hospital door that the doctor and a couple of nurses entered and hadn't left in an hour. ".. that's what the doctor said.. but.. s— shit if Dominic didn't have that box on him it would've been just like h— him.." I began to choke up again and Jeremiah stood up.
He sat down the chair right next to me— wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
"It's my fault," I said under my breath. ".. the police don't want me tellin' no one, but JJ, Dominic and I both heard Stefano's name come from that alley."
"What?" He muttered quickly.
"It was some.. shitty recorder saying shit with his name 'nd I," I paused and shook my head slightly. ".. I just followed it; it scared me b— because no one besides a couple of us know. Of course it was a set up.. god, it's all my fault."
"Rosie, it is not your fault," Jeremiah reassured me. ".. it's understandable why you followed the voice— this shit was supposed be done 'nd over with a long time ago."
I frowned, "You don't understand.. one of the shooters," I whispered. ".. was 'R'."
"Like in the flesh..?" Jeremiah mumbled.
I nodded, "Mhm.. I couldn't see the two but I heard one call out for the other using 'R' as their name.."
