Yearning

Chapter 15: The Visitor

ROSE'S POV

After coming out of the comma I fell asleep again but ended up waking up again after about ten minutes and the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Cristiano sleeping on a chair next to the bed.

He looks so at peace when he sleeps.

I wonder what I've missed in the 2 months I was out with comma?

I decided to get up and stretch my legs although I felt weak as hell. I held on to edge of the bed for support because but after not being active for so long my legs felt shaky as I began to stand up.

I made my way out of the infirmary and into the hall holding on and kind of leaning on the walls for support all the way until I made it to the front entrance.

It was dark and quiet in the house and no one seemed to be up.

"If your ass falls your on your own kid," I whispered to myself

Grrrrrrrrr.

Oh Rose you would be starving at this point. I laughed to myself in the dark and walked slowly toward the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and saw a massive cake that was half eaten.

"Happy Birthday Marco," I read a loud.

It must've been the his birthday sometime in the past couple days. I served my self a piece of cake and went into the living room to eat it. I lit the fireplace because early December is apparently like someone locking you in a freezer out here in Austin.

I sat there hearing the fire crackle quietly eating my cake when suddenly a pair of hands covered my mouth.

I tried to yell but nothing came out except faded out mumbling as I struggled to break free from the stranger's grasp.

As he held me down, still covering my mouth, a figure walked towards me from a dark far corner.

"Well well well looks who's still alive. Let her go James."

The man, who I now knew went by James, let go and I stared at the figure with the familiar voice perplexed.

"Axel? What the hell are you doing here? At this time? And why was he covering my mouth and why were you hiding" I asked standing up quickly trying not to raise my voice as to not wake anyone up.

"Always questioning the shit out of people Rosangela. So typical of you," he groaned as he walked over toward me and sat on the coffee table.

"Look Rose, you're a part of the Italian mafia right? That's why you're here? Well let me tell you a little secret," he said as he motioned me to sit on the couch.

I sat down at a distance from him because I had no clue what he was doing.

"I'm part of the mafia too Rose," he said smiling and doing his signature sarcastic jazz hands, "surprise."

He laughed maniacally but quietly.

"You're part of the Italian ma..."

"Ah ah ah I never said the Italian mafia," he said shaking his finger is disagreement, " I am part of the Irish mafia my dear cousin."

The Irish.

Those are the goons who have been trying to get rid of the De Lucas!

OF ME!!!

"You shot me," I asked a bit hurt at the fact my own cousin would try and murder me, "you fvcking shot me!"

"Noooo I would never shoot you. It was James over there. Although I will say if I had been the one to shoot you we wouldn't be having this conversation," he chuckled, " you'd be 6 feet below already. "