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Dad left, Drake won't stop shouting at everyone, and I have a severe headache. Dominic asked his mother if one of the guest rooms is ready so I can go rest, but she said that Drake still got all of the workers down in the basement to 'question' them and she'll inform us as soon as they fix a room for me, so in that case Dominic took me to his room instead. I noticed what was once called my room on our way to his bedroom, the view was painful as it gave me the feeling of being stuck in there all over again, the door was ... Well let's say it cannot be called a door anymore, everything turned into ashes and I don't think anything survived that fire but me. That makes me wonder though, who saved me from that disaster? And why didn't I think or ask about this before?
"Dominic?" I said as we entered his bedroom.
"Yes Hazel" he said while closing the door behind him.
"Who got me out of the fire?" I asked him.
He stepped closer to me
"I did" he replied while looking at me and suddenly went to open the door of his bathroom, can he stand still so we could talk like two normal people?
"How? I mean what happened?" I asked again and he went to his walk in closet leaving me standing there like a piece of furniture. He came back with a pile of clothes in his hands, when he saw the look on my face he stopped in his track, well he totally ignored my question! What look did he expect other than this! After that he sighed and shook his head "I'll tell you whatever you want, don't worry. But I thought you'd like to take a shower before, wouldn't you?" Smiling like the charmer he usually is, he handed me a t-shirt and sweatpants and kept the rest of the clothes with him
"Here, you can wear these for now, smallest thing I could find" he said before I smiled back at him and thanked him. I entered the bathroom, closed the door and started the shower, very similar to what I did before the fire started. Images of what happened started to flash out again and I felt like I was trapped in there again, breathless. I couldn't stand it and got out of the bathroom instantly.
"What's wrong? You look pale" Dominic said as he sprung off the couch. My breath was fast as if I've been in a race, but I didn't think it'll be that obvious on my face too. I sat on the couch and tried to stable my breathing.
"I think I'm not over what happened yet. When I got in there and closed the door, I felt like I'm trapped all over again" I told Dominic.
"It's all over now. You're going to be okay" he said as he put a soothing hand on my back, comforting me.
"I'm going back, but I'll keep the door open. Can you ... Um, stay in the room? I don't want to stay here alone, But promise you won't look!" I said hesitantly, and felt very stupid for saying this, but I really need to keep the door open, at least that'll make me feel better.
"Yes, go ahead. I promise I will not even think of taking one glance, I'll just sit here. Here look, I can't see anything from this spot so go on" he said and I nodded back at him.
I got back into the bathroom and had the fastest shower in my life, now I really just wanted to sleep. I left the clothes Dominic gave me back in the room, I can't blame myself though, my brain is not working properly at the moment. I wrapped a towel around my wet body and got out of the bathroom. I wasn't even in the mood of caring how I looked right now; I'm hinting to the fact that I'm standing in nothing but a towel in front of Dominic. I just don't care right now.
"I forgot the clothes here" I said. Dominic looked at me for an unnecessary amount of time, then he remembered how to use his mouth
"I ... Umm.. will take a shower now too, that'll give you enough time to get dressed and all" he said and got into the bathroom, I think I heard him cursing himself under his breath before closing the door. Oh well, sorry? I sat on the bed for a couple of minutes too lazy to get dressed, then I got back to my senses that he may come out now and it'll be awkward if I was still in a towel. So I got dressed and towel dried my hair too, as I was looking for a hair comb Dominic got out of the bathroom looking all clean and nice
"Can I have a comb?" I asked him and he instantly opened one of the drawers and gave it to me. I sat on his bed again and started working on my hair, I didn't really have the strength to do anything, yes, not even untangling the knots in my hair. I guess Dominic felt the struggle I'm going through so he sat next to me and took the comb out of my hand
"Here, let me help" he said and started gently brushing my hair.
"As you heard a while ago downstairs, Ambrosio did this obviously. His men threw a Molotov cocktail from outside into your bedroom window" He said and waited for my reaction.
"Okay... Now I know what started the fire, but who is that Ambrosio? I mean I've heard his name before but who is he? And why would he do this?" I was even more confused now.
"Alessandro Ambrosio is basically the filthiest, yet strongest mafioso out there. And that was how he says congrats on our marriage due to what was written on your car" He explained with a small toothless smile, a -I'm sorry about that- smile.
"Wow." That was all I could say, that guy must be madder than our fathers.
"I'm sorry you had to go through all of this" he sighed and put the brush away.
"I'll be fine, eventually" I smiled at him. "Wait, but how did they know that I was staying exactly in that room?" I wondered.
"That's what my dad is trying to know, there's someone working in this house telling Alessandro everything that's happening in here obviously" he said.
"A spy then. Who could it be though?" I asked and before he could answer anything, a high pitched scream filled the mansion.
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*Molotov cocktail: also known as a petrol bomb, poor man's grenade and fire bomb. Due to the relative ease of production, they are frequently used by street criminals, protesters and non-professionally equipped fighters in riots, gang warfare, and urban guerrilla warfare. They are primarily intended to set targets ablaze rather than instantly obliterate them. (Yes I got that from Wikipedia lol :P just for the people who are unfamiliar with what it really is.)
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