Bishop |18+|

Ch.43

Alia

The waiting game was excruciating.

Sitting on the sofa, I stared down at my laptop, reading over the article for the third fucking time. It was late—7pm and Antonio still isn't back, Ray and Kiki's sudden leave just spiking the levels of anxiety within me.

Shit what if he's dead? What if his body is at the bottom of a lake? Or worse... he's got his head blown to bits?

My knee bounced against the floor, glaring down at the white screen that illuminated my face, straining my eyes. I took my glass of water, downing it before going back to my job of staring at the article.

It stared back, menacingly.

I called him—multiple fucking times and he still hasn't called back. My eyes simultaneously shot back to the time in the right hand corner of the screen. 7:09pm.

Come on.

Just then, I heard a knock at the door and my head snapped towards it, wondering if it was maybe my fucking imagination and apprehension playing tricks on me.

"Alia." His voice was muffled by the heavy door and I let out a sigh upon hearing it, pushing myself off the sofa before striding over towards the door. With a simple twist of the key, I opened the door, hearing the hinges let out a whine as they slowly parted from the door frame.

Antonio stood right up against it, his hair messy but it was clear he made a quick attempt to fix it. Without a second thought, my arms wrapped around his neck and I jumped into his arms, hugging him. Antonio staggered lightly before he took hold of my rear, walking into the apartment and slowly closed the door.

"I thought you died." I muttered into the crook of his neck. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Sorry baby." He let out a chuckle mumbled into my temple, a grin on his face forming against me. "Just caught up in work."

"Well you fucking scared me." I breathed and slowly slipped down his body, Antonio capturing my cheeks before bringing me in for an intense kiss. My eyes fluttered slightly before I let out a moan against him, moving my hands down to his chest upon feeling his hands giving my ass cheeks a harsh squeeze.

Antonio had a thing for the most unexpected kisses, though I didn't utter a single word of complaint. His lips pulled back from mine before they made their way down my neck, planting soft little pecks along my skin. My breath grew heavy and I let out a groan, pressing my head against his chest before looking down at his hands.

My eyes widened.

"What's this?" I asked, bringing his hand up. There were streaks of red wrapped around both of them. Flipping one over, I saw red abrasions on the top of his palms, a few hardened. He didn't seem so affected by it and instead pulled my hand up to his lips, kissing it softly.

"Had to deal with Grace." He muttered casually. My mind was quick to fill with disturbing thoughts, though I couldn't find myself pushing away from him. It was hard to have any sympathy for her, and at some point I felt...

Satisfaction.

Antonio had his reasonings, I'm sure, but right now he seems a bit too tired to get down to the details. My fingers grazed over the wound, looking down at it. "I've still got that ointment from last time." I mumbled.