Tainted Vows | Book 1 'Til Death Do Us Part Duet | Mafia Romance | 18+

Chapter 22

I can't stay mad at you for long. What to do I love you so.
I did say I won't update till I don't get 100 followers on IG but I want to write and I can't stop at least for now. You can follow me though 😌😉

My brain is not allowing me to stop or to take a break. So I write whenever I have time.

A LITTLE WARNING: YOU'LL CRY IF YOU LOVED HER

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Liliana

"You see this, "

Punch

"You have to"

Punch, punch

"Do it"

Punch, punch

"Like this!!"

Punch.

Victoria slumps on the floor breathing heavily from her training. She started taking self-defence lessons two days ago. I won't say she's improving since she just began. However, she is draining her body. She wanted to try out a few tricks after watching videos on YouTube. Since Kai won't let her learn from YouTube she sneaks inside the gym with me as her partner in crime when Kai or other guys are not here at this time of the day.

"Owww" she wails freeing the boxing gloves from her hands.
I'm quick on my feet squatting beside her.

"What's wrong?"

She hauls in pain clutching her hand.
"I think a muscle cramp." She groans.
"Who told you to go all tough? Now I realize why Kai didn't let you learn from YouTube." I inspect at her hand swelling. She smiles sheepishly.
"I'll go, get you some spray. I might have one." I assure her and dart to my room to fetch the painkiller spray. 

Ever since I had done the volunteering job in an orphanage two years back it became a habit of having a tiny first aid kit with me. I enter my room sprinting towards the bathroom. I grab the handle and push it tumbling forward by the force that's pulling me from inside. I lose my balance and fall. Yet, I don't.
Two pairs of strong hands are grabbing me tightly by the waist, holding me flush against the hard rock body. I smell a familiar scent aware of the person.

My mind refuses to acknowledge his presence but my body does. The moment is so hazy I've forgotten why I've entered the bathroom. My mind wanders on what he's doing in my bathroom.

I gaze up and regret. I haven't seen him since the night of Amara's death anniversary. He looks beaten. Not bloodied. But his face has a 5'o clock shadow. Whiskers of hair line his cheekbones and chin as if he hadn't shaved that makes his appearance rugged. Fearful. 
Nonetheless, his eyes bore into me scanning me. It's not sympathy I glimpse in his blue orbs and a part of me is grateful. I don't need that not from him or anyone. Yet his eyes are grounding me on the spot with concern raking inside. His hair is messed up as if he has raked his hand several times. I cannot look away. He clears his throat.

"Let me go," I say abruptly.

He releases a sigh.
"You are the one holding me." He points at my fingers clutching at his bicep like my life depends on it.
Instinct. I chide myself.
I realise how close I am to him. With my cheeks on fire, I let go of him steadying on my feet.

"Why are you coming from there?" My voice has an edge but doesn't sound accusing.
He shows the antiseptic tube that he's holding.

I frown.
"It's for veterinary purposes."