"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Z A R I A H
I'm irritated.
I've been in this bed for way too long and i was getting bored with just sitting here. It's been three weeks. Three weeks!
The Milan's would take turns coming in to check on me, help to the bathroom or bath, feed me and keep me company. It's a lot running through my mind right now one of them being— why the fuck am I still here?
I only saw Isaiah once throughout my whole recovery and when he came in, he filled me in on some things. He says that the war between them and the Don of Chicago has started and he's finding a way to get to him before he gets to us.
He managed to track down half of his team and eliminated them so he knows it won't be long before Clark retaliates.
He informs me that we'll be moving to another city once the wedding was over and that I would have to lay low until then. Like I was going anywhere anytime soon.
But after that, that was it. He didn't try to talk about what's happening between us, he didn't bring up the attack and the impact it had on me and he didn't stay to keep me company. He was still cold towards me.
I guess Kenvy was still holding our relationship over his head. He really got to him.
I can walk in my leg now. Not fully and I still use my crutches here and there but I'm able to get up and move around on my own. I moved back to my room because the medical room I was in was getting too depressing for me.
The Doc got my pills for me and started taking them last week. It's not in full effect yet but it's working. I'm not so angry, not anymore.
I still don't feel any type of way about the attack or me witnessing someone's death. I guess that part was really just me. I didn't care about it.
I'm laying in bed scrolling through Netflix to find something to watch when someone knocks on my door. "Come in." I say.
Isaiah walks in carrying a tray of food for me. "Hey." He says.
"Look who finally decided to come see me." I said dryly.
He sighs and sats the tray down on the dresser next to the bed. He motions with his hand for me to scoot over to give him some room and he sits down next to me. "I know your mad at me-"
