Chapter 39: Hold Me Tight

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Mari holds onto me, refusing to leave my side and screaming whenever someone tried to pull him away

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Mari holds onto me, refusing to leave my side and screaming whenever someone tried to pull him away.

 "Shh...It's okay,"

 I hold him close and he buries his head in my chest.

 "Mari, you have to let them look at your neck." I cough out.

 The pain in my side from my superficial stab wound was just hitting me. He sniffles a little and I grab his hand. Holding it tight as he sits up for doctors. I refuse to let go and they work around us. They look at the bruises and check to make sure the arteries in his neck are okay. Taking notes for the police.



 Finley rushes into our room. 

 

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"I came as soon as I heard," he gasps while catching his breath. The doctors finish up addressing Mari's wounds and he comes back to me, crying and coughing into my chest. 

"What happened? All I heard was someone broke in." 

Fin asks and I look down at Mari while gently brushing my fingers through his messy blonde hair. 

"Logan came in while Mari was sleeping and attacked him. When Mari wouldn't do what he wanted, he started to strangle him and I came through the balcony and hopefully beat the shit out of that useless creep," I fill him in and his jaw drops.

 "Mari...do you want me to call Joseph?" He asks and Mari shakes his head.

 "No, he has enough to worry about," Mari says in a raspy voice. 

"We have to get titi Mia here because she's our family lawyer. I want to make sure that fucker goes away for life." Finley says shaking in anger and pulls out his phone, standing up. 

"Hey dad, I have a situation." He walks out of the room and it was just Mari and me.

 "Shhhh...I'm right here Mari," 

I gently kiss the top of his head and he looks up at me with those beautiful green eyes filled with pools of tears. 

"Hamie..."

 He coughs. And I wrap my arms around him, we just hold each other tight, unwilling to let go. 

"He's never going to touch you again sweetheart, you hear me? Never again."

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