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What time is it?
Squinting, I look out of my window, hmm… the moon’s up.
BONUS
Fuck, did I sleep all day?
Sitting up, I groan. Valerie’s been here, there are painkillers next to my bed, plus water and a flask of something Opening it I inhale the smell of hot chocolate before I gulp it down. It’s still hot, but I welcome the burning liquid, feeling better.
But I am fucking starved.
But first I need a shower and I better change the bedding. It’s covered in dirt. Groaning, I drag the fitted sheet off and dump it to the side before staggering to the bathroom.
I run the tap, leaning over the bath for a second. I know why I pushed Zade to go harder on me… Ada
I close my eyes, Valerie’s words from a week ago ringing in my mind.
“I’m sorry, Adriana… I’ve tried everything. Would you like us to bring her here? It would be good for you to have some time together.”
The words of a doctor when there is nothing more they can do. The words of a doctor admitting defeat.
She’s dying. My sister is dying.
My lip trembles, but I refuse to let my emotions get the better of me. I take a deep, calming breath as I stand tall. I remove my clothes and return to change the bedding whilst the tub fills up.
I’ll have no family once she’s gone. Sure, I have the pack, but no one I can call my own….
I button up the duvet cover, tossing it back on the bed before returning to the bathroom and remove my underwear, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
A muscled body, with several thin scars running across my waist, left hip, legs and chest, decorating my body.
I look at my arms which are covered in burns. They’re healed clear, no longer a darker red, but the melted flesh still shines and the pattern they made remains.
A reminder of that battle against the Sublime… we were meant to work with Sebastian King… but he led us into a trap, setting off those poisonous explosions that killed many of us…
It still angers me that only Zade was imprisoned. No one was innocent back then.
I push the thought away, brushing my hair back to reveal the scar that runs down the left side of my face, starting from below my ear and reaching midway across my cheek. This one is darker than my skin, it dips in, a reminder that the cut was very deep but never stitched up as it should have been….
These fucking Kings, this one was courtesy of Gaultier King.
I stretch my arms in front of me. These are reminders… reminders of the invisible scars that hurt within…..
Tuning, I get into the tub, wanting to soak for a bit, pushing the dark thoughts away.
Settling back in the tub, I grab my phone from the edge and text Anthony.
ADRIANA: Can you send someone for pizza? I’m starved.
ANTHONY: You got it.
Short and to the point, but I know my pizza will be here soon.
ADRIANA: Thanks.
Twenty minutes later I’m out of the bath. I’ve towel-dried my hair and pulled on some biker shorts and sports bra, feeling 10 BONUSmuch better
That soak did me good. I have just put some moisturiser on when my phone lights up.
ANTHONY: Pizza is here.
I make my way downstairs to see Marcus holding a box of delicious-smelling pizza. The packhouse is pretty quiet, there are only a few of us, and especially at this time it’s pretty dead.
I moan in anticipation of the yummy goodness as my stomach rumbles.
“Goddess, give me it. Thanks, babe,”
I say, high-fiving him as I take the box from him.
“You’re welcome.”
He grins before he leaves and I open the box of pizza, take out a slice and bite into it absolutely ravished.
I close my eyes, relishing the taste of the hot cheese and the explosion of flavours in my mouth as I walk into the kitchen to grab a soda.
Fuck, this is so good.
I place the pizza down and open the fridge. I grab a soda and place it down on the counter, popping it open. I gobble down the rest of the pizza slice and grab another as I rest my elbows on the counter, biting into it, and letting out another moan of satisfaction.
“Goddess, this pizza is to die for.”
“Then how about you share a slice?”
I freeze, my heart thudding as that sexy voice sends a delicious jolt through me, and his scent overpowers the smell of the pizza.
Why the fuck is he here? I thought he was coming for Halloween. That’s like a week away!
I try not to panic, unable to swallow my mouthful of pizza as I slowly straighten up and turn to face none other than Atticus Payne.
My dumbass of a mate.
ATTICUS
I try not to stare shamelessly at her sexy peach before she straightens and turns towards me, her mouth is full as she seems to have bitten off more than she can chew, and I realise it’s the first time I’ve seen her look so.. uncomposed and really cute. Her cheeks are puffed up thanks to the pizza. Her hair is wet and messy in front of her face and the eye I can see is wide.
How does simply seeing someone make you feel lighter? I was feeling tired out there on my laptop moments ago but now… I’m perfectly refreshed.
I smile slightly as I walk over to her, one hand in a pocket, and run my fingers through my hair with the other. She suddenly blinks, turning and grabbing her soda. She takes a few gulps as if trying to buy herself some time.
I give her a moment as I slowly walk around the counter and look across at her. Her scent of lavender, roses and shea butter is like a summer breeze, and I resist the urge to close my eyes and breathe it in.
“What are you doing here?”
she asks.
I raise an eyebrow. “That’s not the kind of welcome I’m expecting from the Head of Cyber Security of this pack.”
“Well, do forgive me for not laying out the welcoming mat, or better, not blocking all the passcodes so the damn gates didn’t open for ya,”
she replies mockingly.
I tilt my head. “Am I that bad?”
“Actually…”
she leans forward, and I swallow slowly, trying not to focus on her cleavage. “You’re worse.”
“Perhaps, doesn’t really take away from the fact that I’m still going to be here for an entire week, so get used to it,”
1 answer lightly, completely unphased by her attitude.
“What a shame,”
she mutters, taking another pizza slice.
I had told myself I will stay out of her way but whenever she’s in front of me that plan is thrown out. “So, mind sharing some pizza?”
She looks down at the box. “Well, take one, if you need a plate, third top cabinet on your left and knives and forks in thatpull-out drawer near the stove.”
I’m about to thank her when she speaks again. “Do you need a napkin, too?”
The mockery loud and clear.
Our eyes meet and although I’m tempted to mockingly throw back at her that that would be the correct table manners andthat I’m impressed she knows that, I don’t.
“I think I can eat out of the box,”
I reply instead as I reach over to take a slice. She’s watching like a hawk as I bite into the cheesy goodness. “It’s good.”
“Obviously it is,”
she mutters before she takes another bite. “Why are you here?”
she asks. The hostility in her tone isn’t subtle.
“For the holidays?”
I’m sure Valerie told her… didn’t she?
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