The Bodyguard's Claim {manxman}

TBC: Chapter Thirteen

Dr. Nicca James Alfarone

"You mean to tell me, Nicca," Jose glared at me, his face blazing in anger as he clenched his fists, surely penetrating his skin. "That, that asshole you met two bloody months ago, the one who I FUCKING WARNED YOU ABOUT, THAT ASSHOLE I TOLD YOU WAS SHADY AS ALL HELL," He began to yell at me and I wanted to curl up into a ball. Mad Jose was scary. "IS THE ONE WHO FUCKING RAPED YOU! ARE YOU KIDDING, FIGGLIO DI PUTTANA!" He heaved in rage and I nodded. "Oh hell no." He shook his head.

"He WHAT?!" Mikhail turned to me, his face mirroring Jose's. I could see his eyes darkening as his jaw clenched. "That's who that woman was talking about?" He looked down at me, a sneer on his face and I knew was filled with fury. I could feel the aura forming around him as he stalked over to the desk, taking his gun out of the drawer. "Hell no, Nicca!" Jose shook his head as he walked over to grab his keys. "Ha messo con quello sbagliato." He seethed and I knew he was mad because he never spoke full Italian (He messed with the wrong one). "Where are you guys going?!" I sputtered, not understanding what was happening.

"First, I'm going to dig him a grave." Jose nodded in affirmation. "Mikhail is going to shoot him but he's going to let me have my way with him because I fucking warned you, Nicca!" He snapped. "I told you I didn't feel right about that jackass! He even told you that you guys never had sex, what kind of bullshit lie was that?!" He motioned to my phone, referring to the call. "He had the nerve to say he found you in the alley outside of Limelight. I bet my fucking ass, he put you there." He folded his arms, closing his eyes and I wanted to calm down.

How did it come to this? I didn't know and I don't think I would ever know. I felt empty, hollow. How could someone, three people do that to me? One person, I thought I trusted and had everything invested in him. He sat there and he lied to me, even when I gave him the benefit of the doubt. "What are you going to do now?" Mikhail asked and I truly didn't know what to say or how to answer that question. I was at a true loss now. "I have no idea." I began. "I'll just wait until my father figures out who is after me and then I'll deal with this." I muttered, feeling all types of emotions.

I wasn't even happy. I just found out the guy I could potentially come to love, raped me. I had no idea why he would rape me in the first place if he was after my father.

"I'll be right back." Jose headed towards the door of my room. "I need a freaking breather." He confessed, exiting the room and then it was Mikhail and I left. "Are you okay?" He asked and I shook my head. "I'm at a loss right now, Mikhail." He nodded, fixing the cuff of his suit. "I just feel like everything that I gave to him has been broken. I want to cry but I can't. I want to scream but I have no voice." My words quivered as my voice cracked, his eyes looking into mine and I wanted to be held by him.

I knew my mark was bright green once again but something else caught my eye. I saw something bright peeking out of Mikhail's sleeve and I squinted my eyes to get a better look, noticing that the bright thing I was seeing was the same thing I saw on my wrist. "Mikhail?" I called out and he hummed in response. "Yes?" I rolled my eyes at his polite tone, pointing at his right wrist. "What is that?" He looked down at what I was pointing and he sighed, not having the words to respond. 

"That, I can't tell you right now." I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Why not?" He let out a breath and I noticed his eyes were changing colors from hazel to blue. "If I tell you, you will be in more danger that you already are. If I tell you, I would have to be willing to tell you other things about me and I'm not sure if you would be handle it. I'm not sure if you would be able to believe me." He admitted and I found myself thinking about his words. "Никто никогда не делает." He whispered, his Russian coming out so I didn't understand what he was saying and it looked like he was done talking about that (No one ever does). "Just know this, Nicca." He gazed into my eyes and it felt like I could feel his emotions, all his worries. "That story I told you about the wolf," I bobbed in memory of his late night story.