𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 -
Intricate and witty, her life has twisted upside down after her father's past scarred his family. At the young age of twenty, Violet is informed that eight years ago, she was promised to marry a Mafia Don's son by h...
❧ BEAUTIFUL CRIME - TAMER ☙ "i fear the fall and where we'll land."
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_______ TW: BLOOD. ______
I heard the front door close with a loud thud a matter of minutes ago. My suspicions led me to believe that it was Dominic, but I couldn't be positive; I had no idea who had access to his house, and so it could be anyone.
Unsurely, I wrapped my hands around a gun as I descended the staircase, just in case. When I reached the bottom, my suspicions were confirmed to be correct.
"Dominic?" I whispered his name, my voice trembling with shock.
He stood before me in the kitchen, his shirt drenched from collar to hem in a scarlet shade of red. His face bore the marks of a brutal encounter, blood smeared across his cheek and a few cuts marring his skin. With one hand clutching his side, he winced in pain, his eyes locking onto mine.
"You can put the gun down, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, his voice strained yet playful.
My trembling hands clutched the gun I had raised in a moment of sheer panic. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Where... what happened to you?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. "Are you shot?"
"Just a graze," he told me, as if it were no big deal.
I paced towards him, quickly placing the gun onto the counter without a second thought. Now that I was closer, I could see just how much blood was on Dominic's hands and on the rest of his body. "You need to go to a hospital!" I exclaimed.
He shook his head. "Can't. But it's late, you should sleep."
Sleep? While he bleeds out?
My eyes remained locked on his tattooed hands, his fingers struggling to undo his blood-stained shirt, seeking access to the wound that marred his skin.
"Hey, hey. Let me," I said, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions that swirled within me. I moved closer, my fingers gently but firmly removing his hands from the buttons of his shirt. Our eyes met for a painfully long moment, but he didn't protest.
I could almost feel his heart pulsing with a newfound adrenaline, just as mine was. The scent of his cologne and the warmth of his body surrounded me, intensifying every centimetre in the air between us. His shallow breaths brushed against my skin, making my own breath hitch as our closeness grew ever more yielding.
