-The Law-

The honeymoon

Dante
My eyes shifts over to her small body on the bed, she's been laying in the same position I left her in. Her back exposed, the duvet stopping just right above her hips while the arm facing the ceiling is draped across her chest facing the side I sleep on.

I didn't kill her did I?

I'm well aware of what I did to her last night, completely pushing her over her limits and driving her off to the oblivion. Part of me wanted to continue but I knew her body couldn't handle it anymore. I know I should've stopped the moment she started to cry but I couldn't, I loved watching all the emotions I inflicted on her.

She was a mess for me and I loved every aspect of it. I loved destroying her over and over again, bringing her to a state where she couldn't form words, where all she could do was take it in.

My attention drifts to the crimson stain on the white sheet, reminding me I had carved my initial on her, allowing a slight smirk to form on my face.

I place the tray of food down on the table, looking onto the clock that reads 1:35 pm, the entire morning had passed without her waking up.

I reach for her, cautiously shaking her at an attempt to wake her up. If I'm being quite honest I don't mind her like this, quiet and peaceful but I do also like her stubborn side, it turns me on more than ever.

I'm forced to call out her name but shaking her at the same time and this time she stirs. She turns to face me, her eyes trying to adjust to the light while I pull the duvet up to cover her body fully.

She hisses in pain as she moves more, her doe eyes meeting mine as she fully regains consciousness.

"Was starting to think you were dead" I say causing her to scoff, closing her eyes as she shakes her head

"What time is it ?" She asks in her morning voice, running a hand through her hair

"Time for you to eat, you slept past breakfast" I explain grabbing the tray, placing it by her side before getting up to pick up my shirt laying on the couch

"Wear this" I hand her the shirt, wincing as she seats up right most likely due to the carved wound on her upper thigh. Her neck is tainted by my love bites just like my back with scratches from her nails

"I have some things to do, I'll be in the living room if you need me" She nods at me while I head over to the stack of folders on the small coffee table accommodating the couch before heading out the room. We've finally located where Eamon's been hiding out but that's the least of my worries since my father has now risen from the dead.

Isadora
Everything hurts.

I try to not make it known to him in how much of a discomfort I'm in. I stare at his initial on my thigh with dried blood surrounding the surface, I have no idea if I should be furious right now or not. Just a wave of confusion courses through me because not once in my entire life of living have I experienced this madness.

I stuff the strawberry in my mouth alongside a piece of a very well made French toast. I must say I'm a bit surprised at Dante's ability to cook, for a man who didn't have a woman figure to raise him, he did a good job himself.

My phone dings alerting me of a message sent to me causing me to stretch out and grab the device.

'You will be due for your next shot in two days, book an appointment for you ?'

Raphael says which reminds me I'm due for my birth control shot.

'I'm not in the country right now but I'll let you know if I can make it' I reply back trying to think of ways to convince Dante to let me see Raph.