Grace
I pull myself off the ground and close the lid to the toilet. I push down the handle to flush it, and I just glance towards the door. I sigh and hang my head. "Come in," I called to him.
Alessio opens the door and walks into the bathroom as I'm rinsing out my mouth from the vomit. I shut off the faucet and sit on the edge of the sink looking at the marble floor. Then, I see two Italian leather shoes come into my view. I tilt my head up to see Alessio standing in front of me.
"Are you alright?" He asks
"I'll live," I state, bluntly. "Here to tell me I don't have a right to the bathroom either?" I roll my eyes.
I feel him place his hand against my forehead. I move my body back in surprise. "What the hell are you doing?"
"You don't feel like you have a fever," he states.
"Oh, so you're a doctor as well as a Don?" I say annoyed.
"I've been taught a lot more than you would expect from just being the Don," he tells me.
"I told you I'll live. I used to be a nurse I think I'd know if I was sick, okay." I let out a small sigh.
He just stares at me with no expression whatsoever. We sit in silence for about a minute before I decide to break it. "What did you say to me downstairs in Italian?" His expression quickly changes from nothing to a flash of being alert.
"I've said a lot of things to you in Italian, Grace. Why so curious about what happened downstairs?"
"Because, Alessio," I get off the edge of the sink and stand in front of him, "we were actually getting somewhere only for you to shut me down. We figured out what to do with the Cartel, then you tell me no, and we start talking like normal people! No threats, no locking me in basements, just genuine words. It was nice for once. That feeling and affection was nice." I pause as I feel him grab my wrist and pull me closer. He runs his fingers through my hair and plants a tender kiss on my forehead.
"Anyone can put up an act of affection, Grace," he whispers.
"So was that whole check-to-see-if-I-have-a-fever thing even real?" I state. "Because it seemed pretty convincing I must say."
"That was because you look pale and I wanted make sure you weren't going to die on my watch. It was a one time thing, Grace. I'm not a nice person. I run a fucking mafia for Christ's sake."
"Yet, you're still holding me against your warm body and stroking my hair. Not to mention we've fucked plenty of times. To be considered intimate with each other would be an understatement."
"A person doesn't have to care for someone in order for them to fuck," he states.
Ouch, that was cold. I sigh, "But not everyone can fake affection." I lay my head against his chest and listen to his heart thumping back and forth. "You weren't faking it, Alessio. Your body is saying otherwise right now." I pull away from his chest and look at him. "So, what did you mutter under your breath downstairs in Italian?"
He stares down at me never letting his eyes waver from my own. "I think you should get some rest," he says, and with that he looks and pulls away from me.
I stand there dumbfounded until I come to my senses and start after him. "Hey!" I shout to get his attention. "What the hell?"
"I don't have time to argue about this, Grace. I have other business to attend to other than your own problems." He makes his way to exit the room. "You're welcome to sleep here for the night."
"Welcome to? This is my-" I look around and noticed that I had run into Alessio bedroom and not my own. "Oh," I say in a hushed tone.
"Hmm," is all he says before opening the door to leave.
"So that's it?" I say, and he stops before exiting the room. "You say you don't care, yet you keep me from getting what I'm due for."
He stands with his back to me facing out the door. He runs his hand through his hair and mutters 'fuck' before he turns back to face me. He walks back in the room and approaches me.
He grips my chin so that I'm looking directly at him. "You're right," he states. "I act like I care, but maybe it's time I stopped acting. Do what you damn well please. From now on, you're nothing more than an employee that I'm helping just so I can be rid of you. I am nothing more than your boss. Do I make myself clear....Miss. Sánchez?"
I tear my face away from his grip on it, and I look at him with the utmost fury in my eyes. "If you're too much a coward to admit what is true, then you make yourself loud and clear to me." I scoff, "However, don't you dare think for one second that I will go down without a fight."
"Is that a threat, Miss Sánchez?" He asks, his voice laced with venom.
"It's a challenge, Mr. Romano," I state rather confident. "You believe what you want, and I will continue to prove you wrong." I lean in closer to him. My lips brushing his ear ever so slightly. "We shall see who cracks first." I back away from him then give him a small smile. "Have a good rest of your night, sir. I will see you tomorrow to discuss further plans with our....problem."
I make my way to the door and turn around one last time to say one last thing. "Good news is that you won't have to worry about changing your sheets for awhile. Well, bye then." With that, I shut the door and started to my room.
I'm such a bitch when someone pisses me off, and I love it. The game is on, Mr. Romano. Let's see how much you care after I don't hold back in this challenge.
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5 Days Forward; 3rd Person's POV
Gunshots rang out in the night. Screams of men and women echoed in people's ears. Sirens of police cars and ambulances screeched down the streets.
"HELP! Someone help us, please?! H-hey, hey, it's going to be alright. You're going to be fine." The person choked back sobs and they saw liquid paint the sidewalk red.
The person lying on the ground looked at the other holding their hand. "If-if I don't-"
"No," they said, "don't talk like that. Don't even think that! Someone please call for help! Fuck!" The person holding the dying one's hand finally broke down into a silent cry. "J-Just k-keep pressure on it, o-okay."
The dying person started closing their eyes, and their grip started loosening on the hand they were holding.
"Hey! No, no, no. You have to stay awake. Listen to me, stay awake! I can hear the ambulances now. They'll be here soon, please. Stay awake!"
The person closed their eyes despite the other's plea to them, and their breathing slowed.
"No! You can't-no you can't. Please wake up! I-I...no, no, I-
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Romantik"Love and hate are strong words, yet they cause so much pain." -Unknown Grace Collins is many things: Sweet, caring, always thinking about others. But, she is also headstrong, tough, and a badass. She lives a normal middle class life working as a...
