I Saved the Mafia Boss—Now I'm His Obsession. novel Chapter 4

Adriano

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The world came in flashes, everything was blurred and sounds that stretched too long or cut too short.

My mouth wouldn’t work, my fucking body wouldn’t move. My tongue was heavy like I’d been gagged, drugged, drowned. I tried to speak but nothing came out only a cracked exhale.

Where the fuck am I?

A ceiling that wasn't mine. It was stained with a water mark near the corner. There was a plant hanging from a hook. What the fuck kind of place was this? It wasn't a hospital because it was too quiet.

But someone drugged me, they fucking drugged me like hell.

There was pain... burning, dragging, twisting pain in my gut and shoulder. Even under the blanket of drugs, it pulsed like a second heartbeat.

They didn’t finish the job.

Cowards.

I could still feel them. The faces covered with masks, the heat of the bullets and the cold metal pressed to my ribs before I snapped his wrist. The taste of blood.

The blur of the hallway walls as I ran, before it all slipped.

And now this.

There was movement.

It was too soft to be a threat.

Bare feet, the brush of fabric. Then there was a presence, and it was close. I blinked through the burn in my eyes as a shadow shifted beside me.

Hair.

Her.

That girl.

That girl with the shaking body and those big sun-like eyes like she’d never seen blood before.

There was a cloth, it was cool on my face. It smelled clean, and gentle. She touched me again but it was barely a graze.

Fingertips on my forehead.

I should’ve moved my head away but I couldn’t move, I couldn’t even raise my arm. I wasn’t in my skin, I was hovering over it, watching her cradle what was left of me like I was glass.

What the fuck was wrong with her?

“Safe,” she whispered.

No one’s safe. Not me. Not her.

Especially not her.

She was in over her head. I saw it in her eyes. The moment I collapsed in her hallway. She was terrified. And now she’s... here. In reach. So close.

Was she fucking stupid?

The pain surged and my jaw clenched involuntarily. It felt like my guts were being chewed from the inside.

I tried to speak but I couldn't even move my tongue let alone my lips.

Nothing.

Fucking nothing.

I’m going to kill them.

Whoever set that up and whoever pulled that trigger and whoever gave me drugs, every single one of them is going to bleed for this.

I just need to get up.

I just need to move.

Just—

“Shhh,” she said.

The cloth again. A stroke over my temple. I wanted to swat her hand away, grab her wrist, bark at her to stop touching me like I was some stray in her bathtub but my fucking fingers wouldn’t respond.

She was saying something else. I caught pieces of it, something about fever, pain meds, not out of the woods and I needed to rest.

Fucking poetic.

She didn’t sound scared now, not exactly, nervous, yeah, soft, yeah, but not scared.

The bed dipped and she moved. I felt the shift, she was closer now, breathing slowly. She whispered something about being nearby if I woke up scared.

I don’t get scared.

I just get even.

There was a cat somewhere. I heard it. Purring and the girl talked to it. She called it Flan.

The fuck kind of name is Flan?

My mind was slipping again. Heat crawled up my neck. The sweat soaked through the gauze at my side. My ribs ached. I wanted to sit up and I wanted to fight someone.

Instead, I turned my head, it was barely an inch and saw her.

She was curled on the floor, and there was a bright yellow blanket over her legs. Her hair spilled down, hiding part of her face. Her hand rested on the side of the bed... near mine.

Fuck, I was fucking broken everywhere, half-dead, and this girl, this stupid girl was guarding me with a fucking cat.

If they come for me here, they’ll kill her too.

I don’t know why that thought lodged in my throat.

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

Madeleine

𓎢𓎠𑄻𑄾𓎠𓎡

I’m not saying I have bad luck, but the moment I walked into the pharmacy, a ceiling tile above me coughed out a suspicious puff of dust and something white and powdery landed in my hair. And not in a pretty, snowflake-slow-falling kind of way. No. It was aggressive, like it had a personal vendetta against me.

I stood there in the automatic doors’ path, blinking up at the ceiling.

A little old man shuffled past me with his newspaper and said, “You’ve got dandruff, lady.”

Brilliant start.

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