His Drug

Chapter 27

The sound of light snores wakes me, my eyes open to be met with brunette tendrils laying against my chest. I peak through the curtain of hair to be met with the peaceful sleeping face of Bella. Her lips were set in a full pout and her long lashes laid flush against her cheeks. We must have moved while we were sleeping because she was laying on top of me with her tiny arms wrapped around my torso. I just rub her back as I look out the window to be met with the cloudy skyline of New York. The light rain was like a sweet lullaby threatening to lull me back to sleep. All of a sudden she stirs in her sleep with a light sigh as she cuddle more into me. I couldn't stop myself from smiling at the small women in front of me. All the yelling must have tired her out, I felt like and idiot. For the first time in a long time I felt like I lost control, I never wanted to feel that again.

To lose control meant he could get in easily. No matter how hard I tried nothing was strong enough to hold him back, the man quite frankly is obsessed with me. Why? I have no clue to this obsession. I do know that this will all end with me putting a bullet through his head. I'd be doing the world a favor, he was known to be apart of the human sex trafficking of young girls and boys. His record was anything but clean. Dimitri Giordano was born into a strong family. After doing a lot of research I learned he was the son of a prostitute and a drunk father. He had pretty messed up life, his father was abusive and his mother was never around. CPS was called in and eventually he was sent to live with his uncle, I was the same accept my parents where murdered in cold blood. I'll give it to him he didn't have a easy up bringing but at least he had a family.

My uncle my fathers older brother took Alaric and I under his wing. Even though we lived with him it felt as if we where strangers, my aunt on the other hand was a kind women who was very strong headed. she taught Alaric and I how to be gentlemen and to never act out of spite even when someone hurts you, with the exception of the death of my parents. Her and my uncle wanted justice just as bad as I did. I believe my uncle was jealous of my father because he got the family title. My uncle wasn't seen fit for the job, My grandfather was a very demanding and strict person. My father told me a story about how my uncle and his father almost got into a fist fight after he found out he had slept with a the daughter of an enemy. My father broke the two up but that didn't go over well with my grandfather. He had slapped my dad right across the face, even though he was strict he had never laid a hand on either of them. Let's just say my uncle may have landed grandpa in the hospital with a broken nose.

I moved out of my uncles when I was 18. Alaric had a better relationship with both my aunt and uncle than I did. My uncle treated me just the way his father did, strict and demanding. He used to tell me of how much I reminded him of my father. He would also say my dad was more of a pansy than I was at my age. But none the less I knew he cared. I could never hate him, he put my life back on track after it had been ripped from right under me. He took over the company until I was 18, I'm truly in debt to him.

the feeling of Bella moving brings me out of my thoughts, She sits up and rubs the sleepiness from her eyes. Her drowsy state is an adorable sight to see. With her hair a mess and her cloths wrinkled she looked like a small child. Finally she opens her doe like eyes, they twinkled as she looked down at me.
"Morning sleepy head" I say giving her a small smile. She gives me a lopsided grin as she stands up. She raise her arms above her head as she stretches her shoulders. I follow her actions with my own, the release of tension felt amazing.

"What time is it?" Bella says in a light raspy tone that lights my nerves on fire. Jesus Christ women! I clear my throat as I pull out my phone and check the time. "7:00 pm" I say throwing my phone down onto the coffee table. "How's your bandages holding up" she says walking towards me. Our day had been so eventful I totally forgot I had a fresh bullet wound. "I can change them if you want" she says heading to the kitchen to grab the kit the doctor sent with us. "You don't have to" I say as I follow her.

"I want to." She says with a soft tone as she unraveled the cotton bandages. I unbutton my shirt to reveal the bandages underneath it. I looked up to see Bella's eyes travel down my torso, excitement bubbled in my stomach. You like what you see...I push back my thoughts as she unwraps my dressing. Her cool slim fingers meet my raw skin sending a shock of nerves throughout my body. Goosebumps rise on my skin from the contact, she lightly pushes against my chest sitting me in the chair. I observe her every move as she assess the wound. "Damn that's gonna leave a mark" she says looking at the damage that had been done. I look down to see the surrounding skin red and irritated then I saw the small wound. "Its not the worst one I've seen. I have a friend who was stationed in Iraq. He went into clear a building when he was ambushed. He was the only survivor of his team."

The look of horror crossed her face at my words. The mans name was Edward James, we where best friends throughout high school. He is now apart of my personal security. He was discharged due to his injuries . I remember the day he came home, to be honest the Edward I saw wasn't the Edward I had been best friends with throughout high school. He arrived home with a limp and a huge scar on his cheek and yet he faked a smile. His girlfriend now fiancée ran into his arms and held him. All he did was smile but I knew better, he was hurting. Yet today throughout all of that hurt he still wants to fulfill his duty to protect people. The main reason he had joined my team is because I payed off his medical bills and his wedding. I mean it was least I could do.

The stinging sensation brought me out of my daydream. I winced and hissed from the pain. Fuck. "Sorry" her words come out soft as her eyes met mine. She dabbed the alcohol doused cotton pad lightly against my skin. She finished by applying a ointment and new bandages. "Thank you" I say as she places everything back. "Yeah no problem" she says showing her pearly whites. I exit the kitchens and head to my bedroom to get changed. My clothes are in a messy pile as I stand in my boxers. Before I can make it to my closet my phone rings, I answer it.

"Hello" I say into the phone "Damien" a familiar scruffy voice says asks. "Ed? What's going on" I say as my panic rises. Edward only ever called if anything was wrong. My heart beat quickened when no answer came through "Damien..." he says slowly in a concerned tone. "What!" My stomach drops. Why isn't he saying anything? I run my hands through my hair as I sit on the end of my bed. "Damien your uncle..." he starts but quickly stops talking. "What! God dammit Ed just say it!" I yell even louder. Every wall feels like its closing in. What's wrong with my uncle. The sense of panic becomes to great. I'm gonna have a panic attack by this rate. "Your uncle was involved in a head on collision. It doesn't look good man...I'm sorry" he says. I felt like I was gonna be sick, No. "No...No!" I yell as tears threaten to fall. "Damien. I don't think it was by accident either. I looked into the raid that happened in Rome and the shipment issue. It all pointed to Dimitri, and now this. Your uncle is being transported to NY general. Damien you need to leave New York either tonight or tomorrow. He is after you, Ill call Maria and get the bunker ready up in Maine."  His words light every part of me on fire. That son of a bitch. As if my day couldn't get any worse, my uncle now might be dieting on a operating table as we speak. "Contact Mr.wood and tell him where leaving New York. My aunt and brother cant be here either. Keep tabs on my uncle for me because if he dies Dimitri better be ready to experience hell on earth." I hang up and throw my phone. I slam open the door and rush down the stairs to see Bella peacefully reading. She looks at me with concern as she sees my face. "Pack your stuff where leaving"