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ELENA'S POV

I coughed out as I perceived smoke in my sleep, my eyes flew open, and I saw smoke all over my head. I immediately stood up and ran towards the kitchen only to see the gas turned on and soon enough the fire alarm began to ring.

I turned it off and immediately picked the gas cylinder and opened the door before anything could possibly happen, and I looked to my right only to see Carolina talking to one of our neighbors while laughing.

I ran back into the fire in the frying pan. It turns out she was making some pancakes, but unfortunately she forgot, and now it's more like burning cakes.

I opened the windows as soon as possible and ran back outside with my respiratory mask on, I removed it and Carolina has still not noticed what was going on.

"Carolina is you don't get your ass right here this fucking second, you are going to regret it!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and she turned around to look at me and then the house before her eyes widened.

She immediately ran towards me, and trust me when I say it took everything in me not to slap her across the face for trying to kill me.

The look on my face told her exactly what to do, I began to up the windows from outside while she opened the curtains and turned the ceiling fan on.

Thank heavens that I was on leave today. If not, God knows what I would have done to her for being so reckless. I really hated it when we were being like this, and it was never with small things.

I took a seat under the tree while I left her to do whatever she was doing inside, removing the mask. I began to scroll through my phone and indeed the internet was a very bad place.

The news of Ciro visiting the hospital and breaking my door was spreading like wildfire which made me roll my eyes, but Ciro doesn't look bad, but he was a badass man.

His looks and the way he talks gives off this bad guy vibe, but that scar made me see a part of him I doubt anyone has ever seen. 

Though he was angry, a lot of emotions were twirling in his eyes that just couldn't explain what had happened to him.

He definitely didn't get that scar from prison because he would have laughed in that case, but the look on his face was like he wanted to strangle me with his bare hands, but he couldn't kill a person even if he had attempted it before.

I've never seen a patient like him in my life, not that I take the world's deadliest criminals as my patients. I don't do that, but something about him doesn't seem to be in place for even a minute.

He was a mystery I was so engrossed with and happy to find out about and trust me when I say I wasn't gonna rest till I eventually find what happened to him and how he turned out to be a criminal which everyone but me fears.

"The smoke is out!" She yelled from the house, and I looked at her from where I was sitting.

I let out a sigh and stood up from under the shade with the gas cylinders in my hand. I carried it to the house and put it back in the kitchen, where Carolina was waiting for me.

"Leave it, I'll cook break and get ready for work." I told her and left to get my teeth brushed.

"Come on Ele..."

"Enough Carolina, just do what you have to do, understand?" 

"I'm sorry." I gave her a look and walked away.

Heaven knows if I start talking I'll just make her cry and I didn't want that to happen, especially when she had work to attend to very soon.

I walked into the bathroom and decided to take a bath once and for all. I didn't like getting angry one bit, and I've been in this exact situation before and trust me it was not something I love to recollect, but this incident just made me remember that little guy.

I was just turning eighteen, and we were celebrating my birthday. I was the only child of my parents, so they made sure I celebrated my birthday every year, but one of my aunt's accidents let the cake's candle fall off and the tablecloth immediately caught fire.

We thought everyone was out of the house, but the little boy that was just two years old was in the kitchen. We had no idea what was going on in the house because we were all outside.

And when the fire department came, the whole erupt like a bomb. It was out of the blue, no one knew what happened and when the fire department put out the fire they walked inside and noticed the boy's body was completely lifeless, and he was just next to the gas cylinder.

I never celebrated my birthday again and never attended anyone since that day again not even Carolina could convince me to go to her birthday party she celebrated without a cake in it, but I couldn't.

I knew I was traumatized by that situation, and I didn't bother to make myself try giving it a try again. I walked out of the bathroom with my hair dripping water. 

I picked another towel and wrapped it around my head to suck the water out of my hair. I removed the towel and turned the dryer on and began to use it.

I had put some fragrant in the room before I walked into the bathroom because the smell of smoke was still looming around.

The moment my hair was dry I put it in a messy bun and walked to the kitchen in a towel, I didn't mind cooking food with a towel on as a matter of fact. Sometimes I even eat with my towel, and I don't care how much Carolina talks about it.

I made some pasta with bacon and orange juice and just when I was done setting the table Carolina walked into the dinning room, but I didn't bother saying a word.

"Come on Elena, won't you talk to me?"

"I'm not in the mood to talk, just eat your food or do you want me to package it for you so you'll take it to work?"

"No, I'll eat here." I began to eat as soon as everything was settled.

I was going to go shopping for groceries and my personal shopping because I needed something but other than that I think I'll get something for Ciro to vent his anger on when he comes tomorrow, but what will that possibly be?

I stood up as soon as I was done and washed my plates before walking to my room to wear something nice, but what will I wear now? 

Opening the closet I let out a sigh and used my eyes to scan everything, but I saw nothing making me sigh, you know that feeling where you have a closet full of clothes but have absolutely nothing to wear? That's exactly how I feel right now.

I closed the closet and pulled out a box from underneath my bed and I opened it then I found one of my father's shirts which I probably stole for him and even if I was thirty it was still huge for me.

I picked out some black shirts and snickers before wearing them and putting the shirt over my head, I put the box back and sat down in front of the mirror to see what I was going to do with my hair.

I would have gladly gone to the salon and did something crazy, but I wasn't going to go because I was feeling too lazy to actually do that. I ended up braiding it into two and tying it with a scrunchy behind me.

I picked up my small purse and walked out of the room and just then I saw Carolina at the door and I raised an eyebrow. 

"Yell at me if you really want but not this silence, please Elena." 

"Fine, you know how I feel when it comes to a fire incident and that thing you did this morning would have caused me my life, the cylinder was just beneath the fire Lina what if something had happened?" 

"I'm so sorry, I know it's totally my fault and I shouldn't have left knowing that I was going to forget it."

"Never again?"

"I promise." She hugged me and I let out a crazy laugh.

"Get out me, you smell like boys." she gasped.

"Boys smell nice, so I shall not be offended by your words." She hugged me and I shook my head.

"Come on, I'll drop you off. That reminds me, are you getting anything from the store?"

"Chocolate and some tampons."

"Ok." we both walked out of the house and I looked behind me.

Well it feels good not to be angry anymore, but I haven't done anything crazy in the past few houses which made me so uncomfortable, but what could I probably do right now?

I reached for the music volume and put it on the highest number before playing 'Really Don't Care by Demi Lovato' and began singing so loudly that I could literally feel the stare that the lady in the next car was giving me, but that didn't bother me. 

Carolina joined in even if we were both very horrible singers we didn't care, when I got to the hospital some of my colleagues that saw me just shook their heads in amusement knowing fully well exactly what I was capable of doing.

I drove off immediately after Carolina dropped off and went towards the grocery store. I didn't know why, but for some reason I just couldn't get Ciro out of my head.

There is no way I'm liking a patient. I never do that and I never will. I knew he was handsome and all, but I definitely don't want to date a criminal like what the hell would even make me think like that. 

I walked into the mall and bought what I wanted to buy and got out immediately. I didn't like going to the grocery store because people look at the situation as being jam-packed, but you see me, I love my space so much.

CIRO'S POV

I looked at the bracelet in my hand that I had stolen from Elena yesterday when I held her hand. It looked old but for some reason I felt it was priceless and maybe that's why I stole it.

She probably would have noticed it was missing by now if she valued it that much but if she didn't, she wouldn't, and I didn't care, the guts of that woman made me want to puke.

The fact that she was scared of me was what bothered me and I didn't like it, everyone was meant to be scared of me, but she wasn't and to my surprise according to what I heard she didn't even know me till my case was brought to her desk like how could you possibly not know me?

I was a top criminal and trust me I loved that rank so much that I don't even want to come down or reduce it to second place for a change for once, but what does Elena have in mind? Or rather, why does Elena think she will be able to cure my madness?

For as long as I have left no one has been able to cure that, or was it because everyone thinks she's the best psychologist in California she could just cure me and who in his right mind dared to say I was even crazy in the first place? Ha! I remember it was some who said it. 

Well Elena, I would love to see what you really have up your sleeves? Could you really take down this handsome Italian man?