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91. Tabitha
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In My Godfather’s Bed 92. Enzo
Enzo:I was pacing in front of the door when Tabitha stormed out. Her face looked pale, and she was out of breath. “Are you alright?” I asked, grabbing her shoulders and looking into her eyes. She looked stunned, unsettled; her body was trembling lightly. “I think I'm okay. I was just shocked, that's all. I over-reacted. I’m fine.”I knew she was lying, but I chose to ignore it. “And what about Nora? I saw the doctor enter the room.”“Yeah. He’s giving Nora an evaluation. Everything is fine.” She refused to meet my gaze and shrugged my hands off her shoulders. Something had happened. In less than three minutes, the door opened and the doctor came out. He had Nora’s chart in hand, and his eyes fell on Tabitha, but immediately he saw me, he looked away. “Mr. Ross, Nora is in good health. We are still monitoring her healing, but everything seems to be going according to plan, and she should be able to leave this place in a couple of days.”I nodded, not really paying attention to
In My Godfather’s Bed 91. Tabitha
Tabitha:“Nora!”“Oh my gosh! Tabitha!”I rushed to her bedside and hugged her. Her grip was weak around me, and I could hear her groan in pain slightly, even though she didn’t push me away. “How are you feeling?” I asked, pulling away and looking at her. She looked weak and tired, but the smile on her face hadn’t faded even one bit. She was still cheerful and hopeful. It was hard not to see why everyone liked her. “I’m alright,” she said, a soft sigh escaping her lips and a hand going to her chest. I knew that was where the bullet wound was. She might have been smiling, but her eyes gave her away. She was still trying to process the fact that she almost died. The bullet missed her internal organs by a hair's breadth. It was a miracle that she was still here, and she knew that. “Oh, Mr. Ross. Good evening. Did you sort out what you needed to sort out?”“Yes, Nora,” Enzo replied, with a polite nod. “I’ll be outside the door so that both of you can talk alone.”Enzo left, and I bit m
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
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