"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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A loud thud had me flinching in the bed, immediately sitting up. Somewhere in the room, Lula released a sharp, startled meow.
The door creaked open slowly and a tall figure entered in the dark, causing my heart rate to spike.
I grew up in the mafia which explains why my first thought will always be the worst case scenario. I've had this particular nightmare before, where someone comes into my room during the night. We have a lot of enemies - it's not uncommon for this kind of thing to happen.
But that initial fear after I was jolted awake didn't last very long.
As soon as he released a strained cough, I knew who it was.
"Costa?" I scrambled off the bed when he groaned, using the wall to support himself. Crossing the room, I made it just in time to catch him when he fell forward, coughing again.
"What happened?" I struggled under his weight, but thankfully, he still kept one hand on the wall.
He didn't answer me, but the pained groan was enough for me to know it was bad.
Very bad.
Somehow, I managed to keep a hold on him while reaching out to flick the light switch on.
The sudden light caused Lula to mewl and she scampered away, hiding somewhere in the room.
My eyes took a second to adjust to the bright lights that flooded the room, revealing the true extent of what happened.
My breath caught in my throat when I saw the extent of the injuries covering his battered face - bruises darkening his skin, blood trickling from a cut above his eyebrow. His lip was busted pretty badly and his eye was turning black. His shirt was torn, revealing more injuries and bruises to his upper body.
"Costa..." My voice cracked, tears springing to my eyes at the horrific, unexpected sight of how broken he was.
"I'm okay." He could barely get the words out, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"You're not." Maybe it wasn't the right time to cry considering he could barely stand, but I couldn't help it.
He was hurting and it hurt me.
It hurt me so much.
"Let me help you." With the intention of taking him over to the bed, I let him put all his weight on me.
