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185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord 102
Aspen The ride home from the hospital had been quiet. Clear drove, her hands steady on the wheel, her eyes occasionally flicking toward me with concern I tried not to acknowledge. My body felt heavier than it should have, my stomach fluttering in a way that made me press a hand against it and wonder if I could survive the next few hours without losing control.The confrontation with my mother had left me raw, exposed, and shaking. Every insult, every dismissive glance, every comment about Clear being the better daughter replayed in my head. I had yelled. I had forced the words out of me that I had carried for years, but the emotional toll was enormous. My muscles ached, my chest felt tight, and the fluttering in my stomach refused to settle.Clear’s hand brushed against mine once, soft and grounding. “Aspen, breathe,” she said gently. “We are almost home. Just a few minutes.”I nodded, forcing my lips into a smile I knew was weak. “I know. I’m okay,” I whispered, though even I did no
185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord 101
The fluorescent lights in the hospital corridor made my head ache almost immediately. I tried to ignore it, gripping the small bag Clear had handed me. The smell of antiseptic and faint, underlying illness clung to the air like a permanent reminder that this was not a place for comfort. My stomach fluttered uneasily, but it wasn’t just the physical discomfort gnawing at me. It was everything else—the tension I had carried for years, the frustration, the pain of feeling invisible to someone who was supposed to be my mother.Clear walked beside me, quiet and steady as always. Her hand brushed mine once, a soft, grounding touch, but I barely acknowledged it. My mind was elsewhere. Focused. Determined.My mother’s hospital room came into view. I could see her reclining slightly in the bed, looking perfectly calm, perfectly indifferent. Her eyes flicked toward us as we entered, and I felt that familiar knot tighten in my chest. The one I had carried for years. The one that had never truly
185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord 100
Killian I had been in the study, going through paperwork, the kind of dull numbers that usually made my head hurt, but that day they were easy because my attention kept wandering to the living room. Aspen had been unusually quiet, which I noticed immediately. Quiet did not mean calm. Quiet meant something was off.I stood up from my chair and moved toward the living room. My shoes clicked on the polished floor, and the sound seemed to echo, but she didn’t flinch. She was sitting on the sofa, curled slightly, her hands clasped over her stomach. At first I thought she was just tired. But the way her shoulders sagged, the slight tremor in her fingers, the pallor of her skin, told me otherwise.I leaned against the doorway, watching her without making a sound. “You okay?” I asked, my voice casual, but I could feel the sharp edge beneath it.She looked up at me, startled for a second, and forced a smile. “I’m fine,” she said quickly. “Just… a little tired.”Tired. That word was a lie. Her
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Aspen Home. It had been months since I’d felt this way—really felt safe. No bullets, no chaos, no people chasing me or threats hovering in every corner. Just me and Clear, and the quiet hum of normal life stretching around us like a fragile bubble. I sat on the sofa, my legs tucked under me, wrapped in a blanket, letting myself relax. Clear was across from me, curled up with her legs tucked beneath her, scrolling through her phone but sneaking glances at me every few seconds like she was waiting for something to happen. “You’ve been… different lately,” she said suddenly, lowering her phone and narrowing her eyes at me. I raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the unease twisting in my stomach. “Different how?” I asked lightly, hoping to shrug it off. “You know,” she said, with that tone only siblings could perfect—the one that makes you feel like you’re hiding the world’s biggest secret. “Eating more, sleeping more, looking… different. Tired, I guess. Or maybe not tired, just… off. I
185 Days Bound To The Mafia Lord 99
Aspen The house was massive. Every time I walked through it, I felt the weight of its emptiness pressing in. Killian’s wealth was obvious in the gleam of polished marble floors, the sweeping staircase that curved like liquid, the chandeliers hanging from high ceilings that caught the afternoon sun in a thousand sparkles. It was beautiful, yes, but it made me feel small, fragile. The walls echoed even the softest steps, every creak a reminder that I wasn’t alone, and I couldn’t hide anything forever.Clear was sprawled on one of the plush sofas in the living room, a book open in her lap but her eyes on me more often than the pages. “Aspen… you’ve barely eaten anything today,” she said, tilting her head, the faintest edge of concern in her voice.I forced a smile, adjusting the scarf I had pulled over my chest. “I’m not hungry,” I said quickly. My voice sounded sharper than I intended.Clear set her book aside, rising gracefully from the sofa. “Aspen,” she said softly, walking toward m
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Aspen The white walls of the hospital room smelled sharply of antiseptic, the beeping of machines filling the silence. I tried to sit up again, and the nurse’s hand pressed gently on my shoulder.“Slow down,” she said, soft but firm. “You need to let your body recover first. We need to run a few tests, just to be sure everything’s okay.”Clear squeezed my hand, her eyes fixed on mine. “Aspen… I know you’re scared, but you have to stay calm. Everything is going to be fine.”I swallowed, trying to nod, though my throat was dry. My stomach fluttered in a way that made me tense instantly. Something inside me felt wrong, and I had a bad, sinking feeling I couldn’t put into words.The doctor arrived a few minutes later, clipboard in hand. He was calm, middle-aged, with kind eyes that seemed to see more than I wanted him to. Clear stood at my side, her fingers entwined with mine.“Good afternoon, Aspen,” he said, voice warm and professional. “I understand you fainted at home. That can happe
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