MasukAuthor's POV
She blushed and rolled under her bedsheets, realising he cares. If not then he wouldn't have been there last night. He listened to what she liked and he gave her that.
"Idiot!"
She cursed herself when she realised that she was blushing like an idiot even after knowing that he had another girl in the same house.
She sat up, wrapped in bedsheets. Thinking why Arabella is not affected at all. She is still unaware that they are siblings.
"Get your horses leashed, girl... He is fucking with your mind."
She sighed and freshened up.
Egon came downstairs in his joggers and had abandoned his t-shirt. He straight away opened Emerald's bedroom and saw that she wasn't there. He went out and heard her whistling a song in the kitchen.
He stopped by the counter and leaned against it while watching her. She was in silk shorts and a tank top, making breakfast for herself.
Her hair was tied in a messy bun, and the delicate sunlight through the kitchen window was falling on her face, making it glow.
He admired her till she noticed his presence and scowled. There they go again!
"What are you doing in my kitchen?"
He teased.
She elegantly placed the spatula down.
"You have locked me in the house, remember? I am a human, I get hungry, I need food. So I decided to feed myself because your beautiful kitchen doesn't have a cook and you are not kind enough to feed your captive... I am amazed that you have not given me dry bread to survive yet. Isn't that what you do to your captives?"
Egon's smile fell as he was hit with the past guilt. It's not like it didn't happen in the past.
Emerald watched him, confused, as he got serious all of a sudden and got closer to her.
"This is my kitchen, I don't like it when someone else uses it... Go, sit down at the table."
He ordered, she could argue but he looked too serious to mess with.
She decided not to fuck up for a time and sat at the table and watched him make breakfast. She couldn't understand why he got serious all of a sudden, did she say something wrong?
Egon was quick with the work and he could feel her eyes on his back.
"Are you sure I can eat your food?"
She couldn't stop herself from speaking for long, and he smiled. It felt good to hear her voice. He can do that for life.
"Who knows if you have people in your freezer? I have heard that dangerous Marias like you eat humans and worship devils."
She grinned innocently when he placed the plate in front of her and leaned close to her face threateningly.
"Kids, I eat kids!"
He used his scary voice.
She cleared her throat.
"So I am safe. Good!"
She placed apple slices between her lips which leaning forward to take spoon.
He smirked and ate the half slice from her lips before she could bite it. She froze and he removed the clutcher from her hair.
"But I don't mind eating beautiful girl!"
He sprawled her hair on her shoulders playfully. The feeling of his lips was still there.
She forced the apple down her throat, realising he was flirting with her.
"I don't prefer a committed man!"
She gave him a fake smile.
He chuckled and patted her cheek.
"Eat well, you will need the energy!"
Emerald's smile fell when she got the deja Vu. It felt like she had experienced this before, he had said it before, and the feeling which came back with it wasn't good. She felt anxious for no reason. She couldn't help but ask.
"Have you said that to me before?"
She mumbled confused.
Egon just stared at her, realising she had a flashback. It means the drug was fading slowly, but he doesn't know how it will bring her memories back, she will remember everything or in bits.
"Good morning, people!"
Arabella came down and smiled at them.
"Did you sleep well?"
Egon kissed her head.
"Is your bed comfortable for you?"
Arabella chuckled.
"I am comfortable, you are acting like twins."
He scowled.
"We can start the morning without mentioning my enemies!"
She laughed it off and sat down. Emerald was watching their loving conversation with a heart full of jealousy.
"Can we play sword fight after breakfast?"
Arabella suggested.
Egon shook his head.
"Come after a few months!"
"Come on, don't give reasons. Just say that you are afraid that you would lose!"
She mocked.
"Yeah, like I almost broke your spine last time we fought!"
He mocked back and Emerald's jaw dropped.
"You did what?"
She looked at him in disbelief.
"You abuse your girlfriend?"
For a second she couldn't believe what she heard. She has never seen him hitting any girl and she thought he never would. It's not like she is not aware that mafias are abusive, but she was under the impression that Egon is different.
She was still processing that shock, and Egon gave her one more.
He gave her an evil smirk and looked at his sister.
"You have just given birth to a kid, you need to let your body recover!"
Emerald's heart broke when she heard that.
"You have a kid?"
She looked at Arabella shocked.
"You are a mother."
She glared at Egon.
"How could you do this to me... Your girlfriend has a baby and you are still playing with me, what kind of a man are you?"
They looked at her silently as she lashed out at him.
"The least you can do is make it clear that you have a fucking child..."
She got up angrily and Egon grabbed her hand.
"Eme___"
"Go to hell!"
She growled at him.
"I don't want to see your face! I am getting away from you."
Egon gritted and pulled her on his lap. She groaned when she hit his hard thighs and his strong grip on her made her muscles struggle against it.
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