เข้าสู่ระบบScottA sharp pain in my rib area awakened me. Eliana was tossing, crying out "no" and somehow throwing her legs in her dreams."Please..." her voice was whisper-soft. "Scott...""I’m here, sweet." I barely recognized my own voice. It was hoarse, weak—an inaudible whisper. I tried to touch her face only for a sharp pull to stop me, followed by a pain that pricked my skin. Confused, I stared down at my hand. There was a needle lodged beneath my skin, taped securely in place, a clear line snaking up to the empty IV bag. I immediately pulled the damn thing off my hand. Cupping her face in my hand, I noticed tears streaming down the sides of her eyes. "Eliana," I called, gently shaking her awake.Her tossing stopped, her brows furrowed, and slowly, she opened her eyes. I wondered what her dream was about. Was she reliving the attack from Adkins? That bastard. If only I had just killed him—then I wouldn't have been able to lie beside her. Still, I would have been satisfied knowing he w
ElianaWhispered words I couldn't grasp filled the room. The door shut, and Scott didn't return to bed. I got off the bed, determined to find out what was being whispered. There were voices outside, the voices of men."Info on the person, please. Don said to follow your instructions."Don? Who the fuck was Don?I moved closer, wanting to see who these men were. They were tall, dressed in black, and exuding dangerous vibes. But somehow, they seemed to respect Scott. There was something about them. Did they work for Scott or for the Don they had mentioned?I was lost in thought, peeping from behind Scott. He seemed so lost in whatever they were talking about that he didn't notice my presence, or he just ignored me."Sorry," the man paused, his dark eyes locked with mine. I quickly took a step back. "Boss—señor."He said nothing about my presence and just went on with their talk."Boss?"Scott was so sure about Adkins not being in the Mafia. Could it be… No, no, Scott was too discipl
Scott"It's fine, love. It's just a little delay." My voice was calm. "Okay. I didn't read the rest of it—I just…" She trailed off, her eyes unfocused."Come, let's get you in bed. You need rest."She smiled up at me as I lifted her in my arms. Her body relaxed; her face nuzzled the side of my neck."You smell wonderful," she drawled.I chuckled at how quickly sleep had started creeping in. "You always do." Indeed, her scent was always amazing to the nose—soft, intoxicating, and clean.Laying her gently on the bed, I whispered goodnight and walked slowly out of the room."Thank you… for helping her," I heard her say as I shut the door.The fact that Sebastian could not make it in time worried me. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I played his voice message."I am sorry; there's something about turbulence and rerouting…" For a moment he paused, taking deep breaths. "I'm really sorry."If the jet were available… fuck, if I had gotten more than one jet. Those things are not worth dela
ElianaMafia? Mafia? Was I the only one who had heard that part? Did Scott not understand what that could mean for us?Fuck, we were doomed and it was all because of me. If I had just—no, that wouldn't change anything.I was torn between wanting an escape and wanting to help this defenseless woman who had come to us for help.On shaky legs, I walked to the room, intent on talking to him. He had given orders on what was to be done, but I understood nothing except the impending doom that hung above us."Scott…" Words failed me. I had a lot to say—a lot of questions—but couldn't voice them. I did not know how.There was a glimmer in his eyes when he looked at me. A faint smile appeared on his lips. He was effortlessly handsome, shirtless and rough. A little mess never ruined beauty.My purpose for joining him in the room was forgotten for a moment. One look at his injured hand and fear gripped me once more, knocking the air out of my chest.I fidgeted, searching for the right words. "I—"
Scott"If he has anything to do with the Mafia, then he's just an errand boy."The eyes of both women were fixed on me."What do you mean?" Phoebe asked, a glimmer of hope in her eyes.Eliana's look was quite different; if eyes could kill, I would be dead."I have connections to the Mafia…" I muttered, staring deep into Eliana's eyes. Her pupils dilated. I could only imagine what was going on in her head."Scott…" Ellie whispered.Closing my eyes, I shook my head slowly, letting her know it wasn't the time for questions. "What proof does he have to back his claims?"Phoebe seemed to focus on remembering details."I don't know… he had weird friends. He is rich, owns guns and strange weapons—""Any creep can have that." My voice was calm.Footsteps echoed from outside, causing Phoebe to jump in her seat. Her eyes scanned the windows, wide with fear."Did you notice meetings, agreements, or anything useful that could confirm his bluff?""Scott, this is serious, you can't just—""Patie
ElianaTension filled the air. The deafening silence grew; my head was a loud mess of "what ifs." I was mad at myself and mad at Scott. I hated being weak. If I were strong enough, none of this would have happened.Going over the interrogation following the arrival of the cops, I got even more pissed. Had they come to ask questions to understand the situation better, or just because they wanted to make me go over the experience a few times?"That's enough! Can't you see she's—""Sir, we're just doing our job," the officer cut in."Then do it properly," Scott bit back.Placing my hand on his, I silently begged him not to say anything else."You are aware the victim might press charges—"Scott's body went still, tension exuding from him. It was like he was fighting for control."Victim? Victim… Did you just say, 'victim'?"The officer dared to nod, confirming Scott's question.My blood boiled; my vision blurred. Still, I forced myself to stay calm. "I think it's time for you to leave."
Eliana's POV Scott might have been acting weird for the reasons he'd mentioned but I could tell there was something else. Something was bothering him and I didn't know what it was. I watched him for some minutes until I was seized by a yawn.“Good morning, daddy.” I greeted through my
Scott's POV Sleep eluded me. After we had sex last night, Eliana went to sleep and I just couldn't sleep. The cryptic message just kept replaying in my head. Deep down, I knew I was overreacting but a part of me yelled this was trouble. Somehow, I could feel there was trouble.“Good morning, daddy
Scott's POV “I've thought about it and I want you to fuck my ass” Eliana whispered in my ear. I swear those words got me more excited than a five year old kid getting his favorite toy.I kissed her softly on the lips. “You don't know how happy you've made me.” Indeed I was happy. The lube
Eliana's POV They say ask, and you shall receive, right? Well I received silence when asked for answers. I was both mad and worried at the same time. Scott totally ignored me even when I had said some mean things. The way his eyes had turned dark when I had called him childish... It made me







