Chapter 121: Heatstroke

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

122: Submerged

ScottA 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

123: Say No to You

ElianaThe thought that Scott was mad at me pricked at my conscience. Yet, I wasn't about to back down on my quest to ensure he was fine—healthy."I'm sorry, my love. Maybe you don't have to stay in bed all day."He slowly turned his head to face me. His eyes were dull, but there was a smile on his lips. My heart skipped a beat. God, he was so handsome."I love you," I whispered softly. His smile widened."I love you too, boss lady."Maybe he wasn't mad; maybe I had just assumed he was. Though I wouldn't blame him if he were. Nobody likes being stuck in bed unless it's by choice, which is something I enjoy doing most of the time.We ate together and played games, but it still felt weird. He was more silent than usual, save for the compliments he gave me.In the evening, while I was preparing for bed, Scott got up. I thought nothing of it, assuming he just wanted to use the bathroom, until he pulled the door open to leave the room."Where are you going?"He paused, his shoulders ten

124: Crimson Red

ScottThe word "dread" was far too small to describe what I felt—nothing compared to the reality. Standing at the door, I saw her tossing clothes into a suitcase, her expression unreadable. There was no way I was going to stand back and watch her leave, not on her own. If she was leaving, I was too."Eliana..." I called softly.She lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes were bright, almost like a smile. Still, my heart raced. The last time she had left in anger, I had almost lost her—I’d literally had a brush with death."I don't think I could survive it a second time."I didn't care how it looked or sounded. If anything had happened to her... Eliana stared at me, her brows furrowed as her eyes studied my face. Then, her expression eased into one of understanding."I'm packing both our suitcases, Scott." She chuckled. The breath I had been holding was finally released in a long, contented sigh."For a moment, you scared me.""No, you scared yourself," she teased.I pulled her closer

125: Let Me Fuck You

ElianaA feather-light breath caressed my skin. The light that had made me stir suddenly disappeared as the side of the bed sank deeper. Someone was hovering over me—Scott."Oh my God!" I sprang up, nearly bumping into him. "My alarm?" I asked, wondering why I wasn't up before sunrise.Scott smirked at me, relaxing back against his pillow with both hands behind his head. "Your alarm rang until it got tired. I had to wake up when I didn't want to," he said in a hoarse voice.What? I mean, the fuck?"Why didn't you wake me up?" My face hurt from frowning, but I was too mad to care. He just stared at me with that smirk and shrugged. He actually shrugged!I didn't have the time or energy for this. I hurried to the bathroom. Recalling that I hadn't even checked the time, I called out, "What time is it?""8:30," Scott answered.No! How could I have slept for so long? "Fuck! You really should have woken me up. We’re supposed to be out of here by 9:30. We board the jet at ten." I was panick

126: Busted

Scott“Fuck me.” Her breathless whisper made a shiver of pleasure run down my spine. She hadn't even touched me yet, and already my blood was roaring.“I will, baby. I will.” I murmured, pinning her harder against the wall, making sure she felt every bit of how hard I was for her. She slammed her lips on mine, clasping my face with both hands. The kiss was desperate, hot—a promise of a good fuck. “Stop!” She said breathlessly, pushing me away.“Stop?” Damn, I was so confused and so fucking aroused. My heart was thumping against my ribs like it wanted to break out.“Yes.”I moved aside, brushing my fingers through my hair. Watching her retreat did something to me I couldn't understand. I had hoped she wanted it just as much as I did. A cold shower was the only means for relief for the time being. I walked to the door of the bathroom, my jaw tight.“I found it!” Eliana called out. “Scott, where the fuck are you going?”“To shower.”I mumbled, barely turning my head to look at he