Danger

Emilia~

"This might sting a little." Marcelo warned, as he held out an ointment to apply to my cut.

His eyes held a lot of focus, as he inspected my injuries closely. It was almost laughable.

"It's okay. I'm used to it." I said, encouraging him to go on.

I watched his jaw clench at my words. He was trying really hard to contain his anger, and I knew it. I saw it in his eyes.

He looked like he wanted to say something at first, but decided against it.

"I promise, he isn't always like this." I blurted out, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.

It was a lie though. Bronx had gone physical with me on more occasions than I could count. He just always has his ways of making me feel like it was all my fault.

I knew he was probably combing through the city right now, in search of me. The thought of going back to my so-called husband, scared me a lot.

Marcelo remained silent, as he worked on my wounds. He no longer had the angered expression on his face, making me wonder what was going on in his head.

He was even more handsome from up close, and I couldn't stop my eyes from shamelessly roaming his perfectly sculpted, bare body.

Like the other men who accompanied him earlier tonight, he had the whole length of his both arms, covered in tattoos. Some of the inkings crawled up his neck in a way that made him appear dangerous and attractive at the same time. Was that even possible?

The fact that I was now in one of his shirts, with nothing underneath, wasn't helping me at all. I couldn't help the heat that rose up to my cheeks, as he bent down to apply the ointment to an open wound on my knee.

"May I?" He asked in a voice that sounded more like a husky whisper.

Thankfully, he couldn't see the embarrassment on my face, as I hid behind my long, brown hair.

"Yes!" I answered with a nod.

My thighs were on full display, as they were barely covered by the shirt I was putting on. Marcelo's hands were gentle on my wound, sending some weird shivers coursing through my body.

I found myself fighting to keep my thighs clenched together, and it filled me with a sense of shame. I was still a married woman, and I shouldn't be reacting like this to another man's touch, right?

He was soon done with his treatments, and I remembered how to breathe properly again. I forcefully tore my gaze off his shirtless body, as he stood up to his full height.

There's no way I can possibly be attracted to my childhood best friend, right? I mean, we grew up together, so we're basically ...siblings?

"You are welcome to crash here for the night." He suddenly said, throwing on a shirt.

I looked up at him, as he turned to leave the room. His hand found the light switch, and he was about to turn it off, before I spoke up.

"Wait...Marcelo!" I called out, making him halt in his track.

"Please stay!"

I couldn't believe I was begging him not to leave, but I've always been terrified of sleeping alone in places that were new to me.

He said nothing.

"I understand if you don't want to..." I begun to say, as I sensed the hesitation coming from Marcelo.

"I'll stay." He replied, before I could finish my statement.

A grateful smile stretched my lips, as I scooted over on the bed to make room for him.

"Thank you, Marc!" I whispered, as I finally snuggled up beside him, just like old times.

His eyes were now closed, but he let out a grunt, indicating that he heard me.

"Goodnight, Em!" He said, making my smile widen. I never thought I'd hear him call me that again.

My eyes finally closed in a peaceful, dreamless sleep, as I gave in to my exhaustion.

For the first time in a while, I slept with a smile on my face. I knew I was safe with Marcelo, I knew Bronx wouldn't be able to find me here.

I might have to return back to my husband, but I decided not to worry about that for just one night.

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Morning came a little sooner than I expected, and I wasn't too pleased about it. My eyes fluttered open, as rays of the sun filtered through the window, and right onto my face.

I was sprawled out on the bed in an ungraceful manner, and my hair was an absolute mess. I groggily sat up, before letting out a yawn.

It took me a few more minutes before I finally realized that I was alone. The space beside me was empty, meaning Marcelo had woken up earlier.

I hurriedly rolled off the bed, as my eyes scanned the room in search of him.

"Marc?" I called out, expecting to hear a response, but I got none.

Walking out of the room, I decided to take a quick look around the huge mansion. The fact that I was yet to run into anyone, made me a little panicked.

At the end of the long hallway, I spotted a slightly ajar door. My instincts pushed me towards it, and I naturally followed.

Pushing open the door, I was met with a scene that instantly sent shivers down my spine. My eyes widened in horror, and I clamped my hands over my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

"W... What have you done?" I breathed out shakily, taking a step backwards.

Marcelo turned around to face me, and all I saw was someone else, someone I should totally be running from.

The cold, distant look in his eyes, it instantly set off my alarm bells. He looked like a murderer, he was a murderer!

The next words he uttered, made me realize just how much danger I was in.

"You should have stayed in your room, Emilia!" He said coldly.

"You weren't supposed to see this."