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15| nervous

A M I R A L U C I A N O

I had nothing to say about that. I just rolled my eyes and tried to forget about it. He was trying to get under my skin and I couldn't let him have that satisfaction.

Maybe I am thirsty.

He's right.

Fuck. I hate to admit it.

I sat down on the chair. It was comfy with a pillow but not for sleeping.

There was no room to extend my legs or anything.

Magnus sat on the bed and went on his phone for a bit. I read a book which was on the desk.

I dont know what I expected, but the first chapter of the book started off with a sex scene.

I continued to read it out of curiosity.

"Enjoying that book?" Magnus said.

"What?" I looked up .

"I've seen that book before. The first part is a sex scene. Something your desperate for clearly." He said letting out a smile and a breath through his nose.

I got really warm. I felt my face get hot and red as I threw the book to the desk. I wrapped the blanket over me as I turned to my side.

It's none of his business what I'm reading. Besides he's probably desperate too it's he's read it.

"We should sleep now." I buried my face into the pillow.

He rolled his eyes before turning the lamp off.

•••••••

A few hours passed.

It was now 2:53 am. I didn't get much sleep. It's really hot and uncomfortable.

I tried taking off the blanket and I still felt hot. The way the chair was built didn't help either.

I kept tossing and turning, trying to find the correct position. I did that for about 4 minutes before Magnus woke up.

"Are you done? I've been listening to your dumb pillow hitting the chair every five seconds." He sat up.

"Sorry, I'm just not comfy enough. It's hot too."

He spotted the ac but couldn't find the remote.

"They made me pay $50 for a place that has no ac remote? Pathetic." He scoffed.

"You can either come on the bed, or deal with it." He turned the lights off again. "I wouldn't be surprised if you decided to sleep on the floor like a rat." He said under his breathe.

At this point I was just getting fed up. It's not my fault that he didn't get a room with two beds.

A few minutes passed and my brain decided to finally shut off.

"Don't fucking touch her!" Axel yelled with a shaky voice, face to the floor.

Vivian's screams can be heard down the hall.

There he laid on the floor, hands tied behind his back, bruises under his eye and a busted lip.

I felt my head pounding. My lower back repeatedly slashed. Blood pouring from my mouth.

This moment feels to real. Fuck.

It was one day on a mission. Got tricked and ran into another mafia. Before we defeated them a few years ago, they practically had us locked in a cage, begging to be kept alive.