He carefully cleaned my hand and wiped any blood before bandaging it.
He finished and looked up to me. I looked back into his eyes, wanting to look away, yet not being able to.
"Th..thanks." Our hands were still holding one another's.
He inched clos...
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What else am I supposed to fucking do?
After everything that went down in the states, I had to take a sec to rethink everything.
I'm getting side tracked.
I hate that I was happy. I hate how she felt on me. I hate the way my eyes darken when I'm around her.
I have nothing for her. I have nothing to give. There's nothing for us. She's business. That's all this ever was. Now I'm obligated to marry her. I have to do this not for me; my father, the mafia, my family.
I didn't unpack my things once I got back to the mansion. I left that to the maids. I had more important business.
"Where are you?" My voice echoes through the other end of the phone.
"On my way. I'm about to leave out now. Make sure he doesn't go anywhere. We won't spare him for any details if that's what it has to come down to." Liam's voice stiffens.
"Alright." With that I hung up.
I waited about 30 minutes before Liam showed up, with Axel following behind him.
"Liam, what the fuck is he doing here?" I get up in confusion.
"Relax Magnus. I'm a lot more useful than you think. Three is better than two." Axel smirks.
The fuck does that even have to do with anything.
"He's not involved, no one is supposed to be." I protest.
"Magnus, there's no going back. He's here. We have a job to complete and I'm not leaving here until it's done." Liam shakes his head.
He's right. But this is fucking serious and Axel looks like he's treating it like a game.
Just then, a short thin guy stepped in. He seemed to be in his mid thirties. He had over grown facial hair and the hair on his head was nonexistent for 79% of it.
After taking notice, we followed the direction in which he walked. He walked into a room consisting of a pool table, chairs, table, pictures on the wall. And a shelf of expensive drinks.
"Don't let down your guard. Keep your head up . Drown him for any piece of information." Liam looked to both of us.
The three of us walk into the room cautiously. This man is just playing pool awfully .
