Worlds Collide: Multiverse of Y/N

Chapter 9 • Orders (LB)

❥Warning:
Includes strong language, blood and death.

-Y/N's POV (London Boy)-
While seated in the hospital waiting room, my sort-of former boyfriend walked up to me with a soda in hand from the vending machine.

Y/N:
"Thanks." I lightly smiled while taking it from him.

Dante nodded then took the chair next to me.

Y/N:
"Thanks for showing up tonight...things could've gone way worse if you hadn't had shown up. Why did you show up? I thought you were staying in London."

DANTE:
"I was going to...until I had a fight with my father." He tilted his head down.

I raised my eyebrows.

DANTE:
"He sent me on the mission your parents failed to do...I was scared so, I went to the house and looked that little girl in the eyes..." He bit the inside of his cheek with a weak voice, "I couldn't do it either..."

I swallowed hard.

DANTE:
"So I ran..." He shot his head to me, "I figured America would be a good place, especially since you were here. Figured I could help you just in case his goons showed up, which they did."

I nodded slowly.

Y/N:
"So...you're on the run from Russ now too?"

DANTE:
"Feels like it..." He pressed his lips together, "On the run from my own father...they could make a movie about this."

I huffed out a smile at his joke.

Y/N:
"Pretty sure they have. Hollywood is all about deadbeat dads."

Dante paused for a moment, running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

DANTE:
"Was your dad a deadbeat...?"

My expression fell a little.

Y/N:
"No..." I whispered, "He was the best dad ever..."

After a few moments of silence, he spoke up.

DANTE:
"I'm sorry your friend got hurt." He changed the topic.

Y/N:
"It's okay...I'm just glad it was his shoulder instead of an area he couldn't recover from..."

Shortly, Clay walked up to us, giving a semi serious look.

Y/N:
"How is he?" I raised my eyebrows.

CLAY:
"He's okay. George is with him now...Y/N, could we talk, in private?" His eyes narrowed.

I nodded and soon, Dante walked away down the hall. When Clay took his seat, I gulped nervously.

CLAY:
"You told me no one would get hurt." He raised an eyebrow.

Y/N:
"Well to be fair, we never went to your favorite restaurant in the original timeline so, I didn't know any of this would happen. Well, I expected them to come after us but..."

He sighed while looking down at the tile.

Y/N:
"Clay, I'm sorry Nick got hurt...I take full responsibility for it and...I can assure you that it'll never happen again...I'm glad he's okay..."

He nodded slowly while biting the inside of his cheek.

CLAY:
"Nick surprisingly isn't upset about it...he said having a scar is badass." He shook his head as his lips curled up.

My expression fell a little as I glanced down at my stomach, remembering the bullet hole scar I once had, that I hated with all of my heart. That scar made me feel hideous, broken...weak. Not so badass.