She Healed My Scars (BOOK 2)

#18 THE KISS

2 weeks later 
*******ZANE*******

I shut the door to our bedroom as quietly as I can. The glare from the alarm clock offered the room a little light allowing me to move around without bumping into anything.

To my surprise The outline of Moriah couldn't be made out on the bed. My eyes immediately roam the room but I still don't see her.

It's 4 in the morning where could she be?

I slowly maneuver myself to the walk in closet. A small light revealed Moriah hunched over in a sofa reading a book and holding a flashlight.

"What are you reading?" I ask. Moriah gasped and chucked the flashlight in the air. The light flipped multiple times before landing a few feet away.

"Zane- I uh. Sorry." Her dark form moved off the sofa and around the room randomly bumping into stuff. She got to the door and attempted to slip past me but I grabbed her arm and turned on the light switch.

Moriah squinted from the change of brightness giving me a few second to glance at the book in her hand.

The Bible?

I drop her hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I was reading." She mumbled folding he arms over the book.

"Why?"

"You never came home."

"And?" I cross my arms over my chest.

"I was worried about you." She mumbled again. I raised my eyebrows and she continued talking. " I couldn't sleep knowing you could be in trouble, so I decided to read. And maybe pray some..you know just talk to God a little."

"Like that does anything." I scoff, shucking off my dirt shirt and  leaving it in the floor.

"It does." She payed a hand on my arm with a smile. "It does make a difference."

Leaving me in a confused state she left the room and proceeded to go to bed. As I took a shower and went to bed myself, her words stuck with me. Those words never left until long after daylight had peeked over the trees.

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I.

Can't.

Concentrate.

I stare at the schematics from our next mission but I can't see them. all I can think about is her.

she doesn't ever talk unless spoken too. she won't look me in the eye. the sparks that was there when I found her is gone. she seems to be shrinking into her shell again. frustrated I grab nearest thing and toss it across the room. The cup shattered against the hard floor giving me a small amount of pleasure.

"HEY! that was my favorite mug!!" joab yells from behind me. I grunt and turn back to my plans.

"are the men ready?" I ask taking the paper plans and folding them up before placing them in my vest pocket.

"yes sir. they are in the meeting room waiting your commands." at joabs reply I walked from my office and went strait to the main room.

"listen up here fellas!" I yell taking my spot in front of the 15 western mafias top men. "simple routine mission- were in and out- 15 minutes tops. you guys have seen the blueprints. Let's go boys!"

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"It will only take 15 mintutes he says. Simple routine he tells us. He told us wrong!" Zane yelled sarcastically from our spot.