The Queen in Hell

Isolation

The pain that sears through my brain causes my eyes to shoot open as I scream out. The light blinds me and when my eyes can adjust I see a ceiling. The pain is so bad that my eyes are blurred over and I can barely see. What had happened? I try and lift myself up but the pain in my side gets worse when I move and the most I can do is sit up on the bed.

Bed?
Where am I?
I look around slowly and take in the cabin interior that I'm in. The ceiling is wood and so are the walls. The fireplace is lit and the area is huge. A large jacuzzi bathtub sits on the side of this luxurious room and a door faces across the bed.

There's a huge closet to the right and a comfy salon you find in rich people bedrooms.
I turn to the bedside table where there lies a bunch of bandaids, some antiseptic, and painkillers.

And my head turns instantly to the door when it opens up to reveal Lorenzo. His eyes catch mine and I'm shocked at how good he looks.
His dark black hair is perfectly messy, his dark black dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves and his suspenders hanging off his waist.

"Your up good, it's time for you to take these" He comes over and hands me a water bottle and an antibiotic with some ibuprofen.
"Where are we?" I say my throat dry and my lips cracking as I drink the water slowly.
"Somewhere safe..I had to get you out of there and to a doctor, so after I did that I brought you here" He says taking a seat beside my legs.
"How long have I been out?" I ask feeling feverish.
"3 days" is his response and when he says this his red eyes catch mine.
"Where are we Lorenzo?" I say my question getting more serious.

"Okay fine, we are in Madrid"
"Spain? Again? No this is insane! Could you be less obvious" I say angrily, and I add,

"Plus who said you could take me out of the country!"

"I know but we are only staying here for a few days, then I've got someone to get us to the Maldives, where we will hide out for a little longer, and try to avoid being shot at again" he says gritting his teeth in anger! Wait did he just say Maldives?!

"Honestly I would love nothing more than a vacation but I can't I have a life, a job one that you brought me back too-"
"And one that you must now forget" he says staring me down and I scowl.
"Your unfair" I say groaning in pain.
"And your stubborn, he's coming not only after me but you too, after I dropped you home I had used the information you managed to get for me. I made a domino effect in his finances and assets and boom. He suddenly lost millions and lots of allies, he gained enemies and more cops on his trail and now he's angry coming after me and you, so lying low is the only way to beat him as we ruin him slowly" his red eyes grow dark in anger as he says this and something sadistic shows through.

"Great, just great"
"Doesn't seem like the best time to be complaining about it now considering your going to be resting for a while longer" I scowl at his comment and he smirks.
"At least give me some Netflix" I exclaim.
"Ha! No can do love, no internet out here in the woods, now let me change your bandaid" my sadness level drops even more! I had no idea there was woods in Spain. Ugh. And suddenly his hands go to my shirt, which isn't what I was wearing when I got shot and he lifts it up.
I gasp and push it down only hurting myself.
"What are you doing I have to change your bandage" He says his red eyes meeting mine in frustration.

"Well I can do it myself!" I say stubbornly. The truth is I can't breathe when he touches me and it's toxic so I'm trying to avoid contact.
"No you can't now stop being childish before I make you take the whole shirt off" I blush at his words and lift up the shirt slowly in pain.

"Now the bullet went through you so I'm gonna have to also change the one in the back" He says taking out the first aid stuff and the bandages. It went through me? Oh! A panic rises in me.
"It went through me" I whisper to myself, I could have died and it's all my fault! I just had to disobey him and go to work.

"Adeline, Adeline" I snap out of my thoughts and I feel the tears drop slowly from my eyes as they catch his.
I look away embarrassed and in pain physically and emotionally. What did I do to deserve this pain?!

"Look at me" He demands but I refuse too until he takes my face in his hands and forces me to look right in his eyes. His hold is surprisingly gentle and I enjoy his touch as it makes me forget my pain.
"Adeline this isn't the time to break down, yes you were shot, and treated wrongly the past few days, will I murder every breathing being that has harmed you? Yes!" His dark eyes show how serious he is as he adds,
"But it won't happen again, so now you have to sit, relax and heal"

"Okay" I respond frowning unintentionally.
"Now let me change this bandage" he says beckoning for me to lift up my shirt and I do slowly looking down at the giant gauze bandaid on the side of my stomach.

"How bad was it that it took me three days" I say chuckling and trying to lighten the mood as he prepares everything and moves towards my stomach.
He places his fingertips at the edge of the bandage and they skim my skin making my tummy retract subconsciously as his touch sparks me.
"Now this may hurt a bit" he says trying as gently as possible to pull off the gauze but no matter how slow or how fast he does it the pain is there and I grab his arm for support.

When the gauze is full off I cringe at the sight of the wound. The stitches are clean and well done so whichever doctor he brought me too last minute did a good job but it still looks nasty, and it feels even worse than it looks. He takes the antiseptic and dabs lightly. I bite my lip as it burns and when he places the new bandaid on it feels a bit better.

"Now lean forward slowly" he helps me lean forward onto his shoulder as his body supports mine and he gets to cleaning the second part of my wound. This one is worse then the first time and I bury my face and grit my teeth against his shoulder until he's done and he helps me lay back down.

"Well scars are beautiful right?" I say scowling.
"Don't worry I have one to match" he says unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down to reveal a scar on the side of his abdomen, that wasn't there before, trust me I know.
"Where did you get that from?" I say sitting up with difficulty and subconsciously brushing my fingertips against his hard rock of a stomach.
"Long story" he says his eyes catching mine as he tenses.
"I have all day" I retort, and he swiftly closes the space between us that I'm taken aback by his sudden warmth, as he places his lips right in front of mine his eyes watching mine as he hesitantly rubs his lips ever so slightly against my own.
My heart beats heavy and although I know he won't kiss me, I can just tell in his eyes that he's restraining himself, I still can't breathe with him so close.
My lips part as his hand comes to rest on my upper thigh.

"I need water" I say licking my lips, his eyes catch the motion and their red grows darker.
"I'll get you some" is his response as he pulls away and he adds, " you should rest, ill be right back" he looks conflicted and angry with a hint of frustration and I feel the same way. What was that?! He was at war with himself! And I can't even understand what I'm feeling at the moment...it's all just too much and the nerves plus the pain is exhausting me.

This was going to be terrible, living in isolation with him, all alone. How am I going to be able to breathe?! And I can't just go back to how things were before! I'm just so confused.. and tired.

I lay my head back slowly onto the pillow millions of thoughts fill my head and I feel myself drifting faster and faster that I don't even get to the water...which he didn't realize, was already on the bedside table..