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90. Tabitha
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In My Godfather’s Bed 90. Tabitha
Tabitha:Fuck! He knew! He fucking knew!My heart was racing in my chest. More than once, I had smelled my fingers since he left, and I could smell them: my juices, on the tips of my fingers. He didn’t seem mad, but he was going to be if he found out that I touched myself and the chef saw me. He was going to be so mad!I could stop my heart from racing. What if it was the chef on the phone? What if he was reporting himself so that he could lessen the punishment when I finally told him? I was going to tell him, right?No! No! No! I couldn’t tell him. What would I even say? That I was thinking about him and touching myself, and the chef opened the door and saw me? Even saying it to myself sounded so pathetic. I tried to breathe, tried to reel myself in, but I was spiralling with fear and worry. It was an accident, right? The chef wanted to deliver a message, and he just came in. It wasn’t his fault; it wasn’t my fault either. It just… happened. But would Enzo understand that? I didn’t
In My Godfather’s Bed 89. Enzo
Enzo:I sat in the waiting room, pacing back and forth, running my hands through my hair. My breathing was shallow and shaky. Tabitha was in one of the wards, and I had still heard nothing from the staff yet. “Fuck,” I groaned, sitting down on one of the benches and burying my face in my hands. The sight of the blood on her shirt again was etched in my mind's eye. I had seen her and had been too worried to ask what had happened. I simply scooped her up and carried her to the hospital. It was 4:45 pm. For forty-five minutes, she had been in there. Why hadn’t anyone said anything yet? The sound of a door creaking open made me raise my head, and I stood up immediately as a nurse walked over to me. “Mr. Ross?” she asked, and I nodded my head. “How is she? What happened?”My hands were shaking in my pocket. I made a fist, but they still wouldn't stop shaking. “She is alright. The wound opened because the stitches were weak, and she might have moved too much as well, contributing to w
In My Godfather’s Bed 88. Tabitha
Tabitha:At the window, I watched Enzo get into the car and drive away. I huffed and slid down to the floor as his car’s hum disappeared. I can’t believe I was staying in his room. My face twisted, and I raised the hem of my shirt to look at my stitches. They still hurt. The pain meds were doing diddlysquat for me, and it was infuriating. Enzo had made sure I had taken my medication before he left. I couldn’t forget the glare he gave me as I swallowed the pills. Just thinking about them brought back the bitter taste in my mouth. I hated it so much. “I’m bored!”My voice was swallowed up by the room, and I lay on my back on the cold floor, looking up at the ceiling. There was nothing to do. I wished he had let me tag along to see Nora. “Urghh! This is not fair,” I groaned, kicking up my leg and letting them drop hard on the floor. My mind was blank. There was nothing to do. I got off the floor and flopped on the bed. I moaned and pulled the pillow closer to my face. The smell of En
In My Godfather’s Bed 87. Tabitha
Tabitha:I lay back in the back of the car, happy to be out of that hell hole. My hands grabbed the hem of my shirt, and Enzo’s eyes met mine, igniting the familiar sting in the back of my hand. I sighed. For the entire ride, I had developed the habit of lifting my shirt to look at the stitches on my belly, and Enzo had smacked my hand every single time. It was frustrating. It was my body anyway. My face went red, and I let go and put my hands on my lap as Enzo’s lips curled into a smile. “You’re being annoying,” I pouted. “I can look. It’s my body after all.”He scoffed and tucked my hair behind my ear. His fingers caressed my face until he grabbed my jaw and made me look at him. “We both know that that isn’t true, Princess.”My face burned, and I broke my gaze with him to look at the driver. His eyes were fixed on the road, and this car didn’t have the protective privacy barricade that kept us from the view of the driver. Enzo let go of me and tapped my lap gently. “We’ll soon
In My Godfather’s Bed 86. Enzo
Enzo:I waited outside, pacing wildly and trying my best to keep calm. The Sergeant and Mark were in Tabby’s room and so far, there hadn’t been any cries or screams. I still didn’t understand why I wasn’t allowed to be in the room with her while they questioned her. The discharge papers were already signed. Once this was over, I was taking her home. I had already prepared her leave and after a few days, she would be cleared to work from home.Nora was responding well to treatment too. She had woken up and the surgery had been successful. From the reports, she was talking normally, and even with everything that had happened, she still hadn’t lost her peppiness. “Why the hell is this taking so long?”It was getting late. They had been in there for almost what? Like an hour now? What questions was that madman even asking her? She was the victim. A groan escaped my lips and I sat down on a chair. I had heard him shouting about Ryan’s lawyers. I hadn’t been privileged to see him, but I
In My Godfather’s Bed 85. Tabitha
Tabitha:I hated sleeping in the hospital, hooked up to all the machines. I couldn’t even sleep a wink. My eyes were still wide open until the first rays of sunlight flooded into my window. My thoughts were pulled away by Enzo, reflexively squeezing my hands in my sleep. He had asked the driver to get him a change of clothes, and he had stayed by my side the entire time. I smiled and ran my fingers through his hair. It felt bad for putting him through so much. He was sitting on the chair, and his head was resting on the side of my bed at an awkward angle. He snored a little while he slept, and I had to clap my hands over my mouth to keep myself from laughing. Enzo Ross? Snoring? Who knew?However, it was a small moment of relief. The entire evening, the Sergeant had been patrolling in front of my room door. I knew because there was always a shadow that seemed to always pass right under my door. It was large, and the way it moved was rhythmic and stiff, like the pacing was pure musc
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