• Katie Fairfield when she smiles (above) •
Staring at the wall across from her, Katie sits up in bed with her arms crossed over her chest. Lane had instructed her to go back to bed and wait for her broth. The though nearly makes Katie gag.
Maybe I was sick last night and this morning, but I'm feeling much better now. I wish Lane wouldn't worry so much about me. Katie thinks as she stares at the white wall across the room. He has other things to worry about. Much bigger and worse things than little' ole me.
The door to the attic bedroom opens. Katie's eyes light up, her heart beginning to beat harder. Lane appears in the doorway, his brows furrowed and deep creases on his forehead. He steps aside, swinging the door wide open. Marco steps inside with flimsy, Christmas theme oven mitts on his hands. He holds a steamy bowl of chicken broth. The smell fills the room, filling Katie's nostrils.
Katie looks to Lane in annoyance. "I could have ate downstairs, ya know."
The crime lord give her a firm look. "No, you're sick. Remember?"
The blonde rolls her eyes in annoyance. "Whatever..."
"Boss, where can I put this down? It's really hot!" Marco sad through gritted teeth, panic in his eyes.
Lane tosses a spoon on the bed before casually walking across the room to grab a small chair. He slowly drags it over to the side of the bed, sitting down. He motions for Marco to hand over the soup.
"Hand it over, you pussy." Lane snarls, grabbing the bowl of broth.
Marco begins to open his mouth to warn his boss but decides it would be best to not argue. He hands the bowl of chicken broth over, watching how steady Lane's hands are as they touch the bottom of the bowl. Surprised, Marcos mouth drops as Lane doesn't even react to the bowl's heat.
Lane grabs he spoon, dropping it into the bowl. He blows the steam away, his lips puckered. He takes a spoon full of the broth and blows on it.
"This is the most ordinary thing I've ever seen you do." Katie blushes, softly smiling.
The crime lord lightly glares at her in annoyance. "Don't get used to it, Princess. This is only because you're tummy hurts-what the fuck are you still doing here?"
Lane glares daggers at Marco, who stands in the doorway awkwardly. He watches the scene play out. The Spanish-Italian hurriedly rushes out of the room, leaving the attic door open. The crime lord rolls his eyes in annoyance.
"Stupid bastard." Lane shakes his head, "He could have at least brought the mini tray from the kitchen."
Lane begins to slowly move the spoonful of broth towards Katie. The blonde scrunches up her face as she stares at him.
"What am I? Two?" Katie arches her brow, "I can feed myself, thank you very much."
Lane purses his lips together. "Just shut up and take a bite."
"That's so mean-" The crime lord shoves the spoonful of bland chicken broth into the blonde's mouth.
"I'll make you think mean." He smirks softly as he looks back down at the broth, "How is it?"
Katie's face is filled with disgust. "Ick! Needs salt and actual chicken meat and whatever spices to go with it."
Lane takes out another spoonful of chicken broth, the steam lifting into the air. He blows on it before slowly and cautiously reaching Katie's mouth. Her lips tighten, her arm crossing.
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She Belongs To Him
Fanfiction"I was safe the entire time, wasn't I?" Katie slowly asks, "I'm not trying to be cocky or anything, I'm just asking." Lane rolls his eyes as if it should already be obvious, looking back out onto the damp woods in annoyance. "What do you...
