Bound: Mafia Chains

Chapter 12: Anger Issues?

Fraya POV~

His dark eyes swirled; his jaw clenched tightly. He looked furious, with his lips pressed in a thin line. I let out a shaky breath, trying to prepare myself for the words about to be exchanged.

"Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you." He growled; his voice huskier than normal. His towering figure seemed more intimidating in the the dimly lit locker room.

I winced his anger only seemed to worsen the pound headache that had began to form. "Please stop yelling." I just wanted to go home and crawl into my bed, but instead I am being yelled at.

Stefan Romano's eyes narrowed, "You need to rest. That was a nasty blow to the head." His concern although valid, unnerved me, because it was genuine.

I straightened, "I'll be fine."

His jaw clenched and his frown deepened. "You just fought a man five times your size. The fist he hit you with is nearly the size of your head! You need to sit down!"

As his voice raised the pounding in my head increased. I wanted nothing more than to yell back at him. But with the pounding headache, weary muscles, and aching bruises that had began to form, forced me to back down. I sat heavily down on the bench behind me, my head falling into my battered, bloody hands.

A strong hand gently cupped my face. Dark eyes meet my gray blue ones, "I'm going take you home and after you have cleaned up, you are going to explain to me what the hell is going on."

My jaw clenched but I was too tried to put up a fight, so all I did was nod. Stefan's arms wrapped around my waist as he lifted me up. "No, I can walk." Weak as I was, I refused to be treated as a baby. Stefan huffed in annoyance, but he respected my request.

Slowly we made it out of the club, he put me in his passenger seat. As he began to head towards my apartment, he gazed at me warily, as if he was expecting a fight but none came.

When we made it inside my apartment, I rushed to my bedroom but not before I threatened to remove Stefan's manhood if he touched my stuff. My rapid heartbeat slowed as I sank to the bathroom floor. I wanted nothing more than to pass out but with the unwanted company in my apartment I forced myself to wash up.

The hot water beat into my bruises making me moan in pain, but it also washed away the blood that clung to me. I became groggy which wasn't good, I need to be fully alert to spin a cleaver lie to save my ass from Stefan's wrath. Wrapped in a small towel, I stumbled at of the bathroom into my bedroom. I knew I need to put on clothes and go confront Stefan, but the exhaustion had other ideas. So instead, my body swayed into the soft bed, and sleep over came me. The last thought before the blessed darkness took over was that I was wearing nothing but a small towel.

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Stefan's POV

Fraya had been in her bedroom well over an hour, even though I heard the shower stop twenty minutes ago. No doubt she was thinking cleaver lie to try and allude me, but that would not happen. My temper started to rise as minutes ticked by and Fraya had yet to come out of room. No longer caring about her privacy I entered her room. 

Instead of finding her pacing as I had suspected she laid asleep on her bed with only half a towel covering her. My anger evaporated; her fight must have drained her more than I expected. Dark nasty bruises had started to form on her angelic body but the blood that once covered her hands was gone. A soft whimper escaped her lips but Fraya laid unmoving still asleep.

Her hair still damp caused her to shiver, without thinking I moved closer to find a blanket to cover her. I quickly found a soft blanket as started to cover her I noticed the scars that where engraved in Fraya's skin. They were much more brutal up close, some would consider the brutal scars ugly but from were I stood they where a badge of honor to show the horrors Fraya had gone through and survived. Even though I saw her scars as badge of honor it didn't stop the rage of wanting rip the man who gave Fraya the scars limb from limb. I dropped the blanket over her before I made my escape towards the door. I needed to get out of her room before I lost control, with one last glance at the sleeping angel I closed her door.

"Leo, can you do me a favor." I asked over the phone.

"What do you need boss?"

"Grab my laptop that's in my home office and the file on Fraya Summers which is on the right side of the desk in the home office. Once you have both those bring them to me."

"Be there soon boss."

Hours passed before I heard the soft patter of feat. My eyes locked on Fraya's door as it opened. "I need to go." I spoke to Luca on the phone than abruptly ended the call. Fraya stepped out of her room but she was clearly still in a sleepy haze. She had at least put on clothes; her light hair was thrown into a messy bun.

"I need coffee before we talk." Fraya mumbled sleepily. I remained silent as she began to brew a pot of coffee, although her movements were slow and a little clumsy, I could see her brain was moving a mile a minute. "Black?" She inquired as she poured the coffee.

"Si." She handed me one of the large cups of coffee then grabbed her own, after she took a long sip, she met my gaze. Her usual dizzy storm blue eyes looked lifeless and sad. Whatever she was thinking about was clearly upsetting her.

With a sad sigh Fraya shook of her thoughts and shifted her focus to me. "Are going tell me why you are more than what you seem?"

She smirked, "I will tell you about why I fight in your club."

I grounded my teeth but said nothing. I had theories but I wanted to hear answers from her.

"I fight because it's a way to let go of my anger and keeps other emotions in check."

"How did you find my fight club?"

"After a living in Chicago for a few months I started to get a little antsy. So, I started poking around, looking for any fight clubs. Yours was by far the safest and had rules, so I chose to fight at it from time to time."

"Poking around?"

She sipped her coffee, "Yup."

"How did you learn to fight?"

"That's irrelevant. What I want to know what gives you the right to get involved with my fight?" Fraya asked, her eyes burned with annoyance.

"I can't have you end up in the hospital when we are leaving for Paris in a day." I ground out.

Fraya's jaw clenched and a moved around the counter so she stood in front of me. "You had no right. It's not like I was spilling secrets about your damn mafia! That was personal business, not work, not the mafia, it was my business and you don't belong in my business."

"I'll make it my damn business if I want to."

"No, you won't." Fraya yelled.

I stepped closer to her, "Yes I will."

"Fine if you don't want your manger to have bruises, which could be covered with make-up by the way, I'll quit!"

She is not quitting; she isn't leaving my side. My voice shook with rage, "What did you say."

"I quit!"

In an instant, I had Fraya's body pressed against the kitchen's wall. My body inches away from hers as my arms closed her in. "You're not quitting."

"Yes. I. am." She growled back. Her eyes burned with a fever and her stance as strong and defiant.

"You cannot escape me."

Fraya chuckled darkly, "You can try."

"Little one, you will never be able to run from me."

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