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Obsidian's pov.
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I woke up in pain and had to lay in my bed for a moment to question whether or not peeing was worth it. The more I thought about it, the more my need to do so increased. I looked at the time and saw I had 5 minutes remaining before my bodyguards started their shift and the thought of them seeing what could possibly be me peeing on my bed was a good enough reason for me to get up. I fell, obviously, which resulted in them both busting into my room with their guns in their hands.

"Morning to you too" I said before attempting to stand again

"You know, you being face down in the carpet wasn't the first thing I thought I'd see at the beginning of our shift" Mr Taylor said before helping me up

"For your information, Mr Taylor, you're still 2 minutes ahead of time" I said once I was fully standing and slightly leaning on him

"Then, should I step back and watch you fall?" he asked making me glare at him but he only smiled which had my heart jumping unnecessarily

"Shut up" I said before stepping out of his hold and attempting to walk forward. I said attempting because I only took a good five steps before my leg gave out only for my body to be caught by Mr Wright

"You alright?" he asked making my face feel warm and all I could was nod then drag my traitors foot into the bathroom. I did my business then stood in front of the mirror to stare at the woman in front of me

"I can't possibly have a crush on them" I said in complete disbelief. I'm 28 years old, having a crush is meant for teenagers who are high on hormones.

"Miss Grant?"

"I'm gonna take a shower" I said in the most convincing tone I could muster

"Don't fall" Mr Taylor said making me glare at the door but had to contain the urge to smile. Even though I didn't come in here with the intention of showering, I did it anyway and felt as ease when I heard my bedroom door close. I am one of those people who tend to dwell in their own thoughts and create overly detailed scenarios in said head, but I had no time for that right now.

"Dandelion"

"Morning dad" I said walking into the dining room showing no signs of limping. I was wearing sweat pants and a baggy shirt in the typical signature mafia colour.

"Good morning sweetheart" Natasha said smiling brightly but I only nodded in her direction

"Daddy, how long will you be here for?" Kimberly asked as I sat down and internally sighed in relief from no longer putting pressure on my foot

"I'm not sure pumpkin, but if everything goes well and my men don't fuck up, I'll be here for a week or two" dad responded making Kimberly nod and smile back at him.

"David, are you alright?" dad asked making David hum in response. I didn't need to look up to know my dad was looking at him with concern and David was avoiding eye contact, but what I do know is that my father will figure out what's bothering his son then teach him a life lesson.

My father is a great man and treats his kids all the same way. We may have more in common than he does with his other children but he never lets them feel excluded or unloved, which is another thing I admire about the old man. He shows his love differently and some people may not understand it but I've grown to appreciate it.