DAMIEN: Book 2 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

11:

I come around in a white room, with white walls, with white bedsheets and white lights. Everything is just so... white. Too white. The type of white where you have the urge to smudge black paint on the wall to just ruin this perfection. Am I in heaven? I hope not, I'd prefer to be in hell where I can party. Plus this white monstrosity is just too overwhelming for my taste.

Beep... beep... beep...

Nope, definitely alive; definitely not alone. My eyes loll over to see a familiar face and my mind searches for who the handsome son of a gun is. Dark brown hair, angelic and masculine features, high cheek bones, long lashes and a lean, muscles body that I want to lick every inch of. Yum. I have to take a double take on the heart monitor to make sure I'm definitely not in heaven, 'cause damn he's one fine angel.

My eyes widen as reality swoops in and sucks the happy thoughts right out of my thick skull, replacing them with negatives instead: Gufo, Rita, drugged, baby, Gufo, stripper, chemistry, gangs, baby, Thorns, tears, Rita. Holy shit! I gasp and my stomach swirls.

Gufo's dazzling green eyes snap open and widen, grabbing a bucket and placing it towards my face just as I throw up, every ounce of me heaving into the bowl. I let out a choked gasp as the dull pounding in my head resonates in time with the beeping of the machines. With one last cough, a low groan exits my mouth and I embarrassingly turn away from Gufo. Gosh, I haven't seen him since our date and we left it on a bad note; not awkward at all.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," I mutter. "Rita..."

"Yeah," he sighs. "I'm so sorry Chlo. She drugged you and was trying to kidnap you, but Zac's redhead friend bust in and scared her off. She rung Zac, who rung my brother, who rung me."

"Oh," I day absentmindedly, disliking the chilling feeling running through my veins. A numb shock freezes me into place as I contemplate what happened, considering Gufo warned me of something like this, it's all my fault.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you," he continues, his voice thick with emotions. "After that night I wanted to give you space, so you could think and then get in contact with me. But when Toro phoned me; you have no idea of the level of panic I felt. I really care about you Chlo, I know you might not feel the same way after finding out what I did, but—"

"Damien," I whisper, eyes pricking with tears. "I missed you."

He blinks, blinks again before furrowing his brows, "I thought you were mad."

"Y'know, when I got attacked I remember thinking that I wanted someone to help me: secretly I wanted it to be you. I know why you did what you did, to see if I'm stable, have a bad history or whatever, but I can forgive you because after having a solid weekend of crying, I realised that I can only cry for someone I truly care about."

His Adam's Apple bobs up and down and he hesitantly nods, "You're not fucking with me?"

"When do I ever joke?" I jest.

That beautiful smile cracks his face and his eyes shine with emerald hope, before he takes my hand and kisses it, placing his forehead against my knuckles, "Thank you."

I don't know why, but I run my fingers through his thick hair, playing with the beautiful chocolate locks slowly. He shivers but remains, his back relaxing and a satisfied sigh escaping.

The door opens revealing a pensive Zac, his apprehensive expression instantly relieving when he sees me awake. However, surprise etches across his features when he notices Gufo and a small smile flickers across his lips. He meets my gaze and I smile warmly at him, "Hi Zac."