Chapter 38
“Oh, wait right here, I’ve just got to get some bags to cover the casts.” Tony says as he runs from the room.
“Yup, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” He gives me a half smile. Returning with a roll of black garbage bags and tape, that he secures around my legs. He then gets some towels and places them on the edges of the tub. I raise my eyebrow at him in question.
“For your legs, we still can’t risk putting the bags in the water.”
I nod and he silently takes the gown from my shoulders and lifts me again. His hands on my bare skin…I know he carried me from the basement and helped stitch me, so he’s seen and touched it all but there’s something wildly different about me being awake for it. The way he’s caring for me now, it’s a very intimate gesture. He lowers me into the tub and I scream out, “fuck!“. Tony lifts me straight back out, a horrified expression on his face as the pain from the water on my cuts makes me whole body shiver violently in his arms. He slides us down to the floor and shushes me, rocking back and forth and combing his fingers through my hair trying to ground me. I’m gripping onto his shirt for dear life, the pain, it’s taking me back to that place, to the torture, my father, his words. “no no no no no.” I’m lost, I’m completely back there, I can’t escape, won’t escape, I’m trapped!
“You’re okay, honey, I’m here, we’re here, you’re safe, I’ve got you, y
you’re okay.”
My vision starts to clear, and I don’t know when, but Tony must have carried me to bed. He’s lying under me holding my face gently, looking into my eyes and telling me I’m okay. He’s here, I’m here, I’m safe, he’s got me. The shivers slow and I burry my head into his chest and take a deep breath of his sent as he moves his hands, one goes under my neck to wrap around the back of my head and the other to the small of my back, pulling me in closer. I’ve never needed anyone before like I need this right now. I use all my energy and wrap a leg over his waist, and he groans. I pull my head back to look up p at him.
“Honey…fuck.”
I look down at my leg and the realisation hits me like a fucking truck. I’m still naked. My bare pussy his pressed against his crotch. He’s fully clothed but this is definitely a compromising situation. I blush, so fucking hard.
“Oh gods…I’m so sor.”
He cuts me off. “Dont you date apologise. Let’s get you some clothes and food. We’ll try a bath in the morning, okay?” kissing my forehead. He waits for me to move my leg and when I don’t, he gives me a questioning look with a wild smirk.
“L…I can’t lift my leg, it’s fucking heavy with this cast“, I give a weak laugh.
His grin grows wider. “Anything you need, remember that“, and lifts my leg to place it back on the bed. He gets up and walks over to the wardrobe, showing me choices of pyjamas and I’m really thankful he doesn’t just choose for me.
He ordered pizza for dinner, simple and fucking good and then puts a funny movis on and starts arranging pillows and a blanket on the couch in front of the bed.
“Tony?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not sleeping there are you?”
“Oh, well, not if you don’t want me to. It’s just my room is further down the hall and..”
“Can you sleep next to me?” I say in a whisper so small that he might not bere it, but he does and walks around to the other side of the bed and slides in, putting his head on the pillow and looking at me.
“Anything you need“, kissing me on the forehead and sending me off into a restless sleep.
Luca
The room is dark, and spinning, and screaming at me. Fuck, wait, no, I shoot up in bed, stumble my way out the door and straight into Ariana’s I’m trying to get my double vision to sink back into the normal one and when it does, I see Tony sitting up, his hands on her shoulders and he looks fucking scared. She’s asleep, screaming, reliving the torture. I rush over and sit on the bed. She wakes and starts thrashing around.
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Chapter 37
I relieve him of this awkwardness. “Are you…is it…uhh“, he runs his hand through his short brown hair looking stressed. I’ll relieve
“Will you help me?” 1 say quietly still looking down with a tear threatening to spill. How pathetic. He takes a couple long strides and kneels in front of me, he doesn’t force me to look at him, he just patiently waits for me and when I do my eyes connect with his deep green ones. There’s nothing my care in them.
“I will be here for you every step of the way. I was a fucking idiot to not stand up for you when Luciano…when he did what he did. I promise you that will never happen again. My loyalty lies with you. I am here, for you. Anything you need, anything you want. It is you and me against the world okay?”
I search his eyes for any hint of a lie and find none…he means every word and a tear breaks free. I can’t afford to not trust him, I need him. He wipes my tear and places his hand softly on my cheek as I nod in confirmation. He lifts me slowly from the chair and walks me to the bathroom. I rest my head on his chest and inhale his musky cinnamon sent. He smells like a warm and cosy cottage. Placing me gently on the counter he reaches around and undoes the ties on the gown.
“Oh, wait right here, I’ve just got to get some bags to cover the casts.” Tony says as he runs from the
“Yup, don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” He gives me a half smile. Returning with a roll of black garbage bags and tape, that he secures around my legs. He then gets some towels and places them on the edges of the tub. I raise my eyebrow at him in question.
“For your legs, we still can’t risk putting the bags in the water.”
I nod and he silently takes the gown from my shoulders and lifts me again. His hands on my bare skin…I know he carried me from the basement and helped stitch me, so he’s seen and touched it all but there’s something wildly different about me being awake for it. The way he’s caring for me now, it’s a very intimate gesture. He lowers me into the tub and I scream out, “Tuck!“. Tony lifts me straight back out, a horrified expression on his face as the pain from the water on my cuts makes me whole body shiver violently in his arms. He slides us down to the floor and shushes me, rocking back and forth and combing his fingers through my hair trying to ground me. I’m gripping onto his shirt for dear life, the pain, it’s taking me back to that place, to the torture, my father, his words. “no no no no no.” I’m lost, I’m completely hack there, I can’t escape, won’t escape, I’m trapped!
“You’re okay, honey, I’m here, we’re here, you’re safe, I’ve got you, you’re okay.”
My vision starts to clear, and I don’t know when, but Tony must have carried me to bed. He’s lying under me holding my face gently, looking into my eyes and telling me I’m okay. He’s here, I’m here, I’m safe, he’s got me. The shivers slow and I barry my head into his chest and take a deep breath of his sent as he moves his hands, one goes under my neck to wrap around the back of my head and the other to the small of my back, pulling me in closer. I’ve never needed anyone before like I need this right now. I use all my energy and wrap a leg over his waist, and he groans. I pull my head back to look up at him…
“Honey Fuck”
I look down at my leg and the realisation hits me like a fucking truck. I’m still naked. My bare pussy his pressed against his crotch. He’s fully clothed but this is definitely a compromising situation. I blush, so fucking hard.
“Oh gods…I’m so sor.”
He cuts me off. “Dont you date apologise. Let’s get you some clothes and food. We’ll try a bath in the morning, okay? kissing my forehead. He waits for me to move my leg and when I don’t, he gives me a questioning look with a wild smirk.
*I…I can’t lift my leg, it’s fucking heavy with this cast“, I give a weak laugh.
His grin grows wider. “Anything you need, remember that“, and lifts my leg to place it back on the bed. He gets up and walks over to the wardrobe, showing me choices of pyjamas and I’m really thankful he doesn’t just choose for me.
He ordered pizza for dinner, simple and fucking good and then puts a funny movie on and starts arranging pillows and a blanket on the couch in front of the bed.
“Can you sleep next to me?” I say in a whisper so small that he might not here it, but he does and walks around to the other side of the bed and slides in, putting his head on the pillow and looking at me,
“Anything you need“, kissing me on the forehead and sending me off into a restless sleep.
Luca
The room is dark, and spinning, and screaming at me. Fuck, wait, no, I shoot up in bed, stumble my way out the door and straight into Ariana’s I’m trying to get my double vision to sink back into the normal one and when it does, I see Tony sitting up, his hands on her shoulders and he looks fucking scared. She’s asleep, screaming, reliving the torture. I rush over and sit on the bed. She wakes and starts thrashing around.
“NO, DON’T TOUCH ME. GET OFF!”
“Hey! Princess, it’s us, it’s Tony and Luca, we’re here princess, you’re safe, you’re safe!”
1 lay down next to her as she cries. Tony runs his hand through her hair, and I reach over and draw circles around her eyes,
- k. Shit! I open my eyes
I wake up and my head is throbbing. I wiggle closer on my side to the warmth, putting my face in her neck and…oh fuck. and see Ariana, and Tony, fuck, I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be in her bed. She’s awake and staring at the ceiling with a faraway look. I clear my throat and she blinks and rolls her head to look at me.
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