"Sit down!" he pushed me down to the couch, I saw Shantel smirk at my sorry state. "What are you doing here?" I was irked in pain at the impact of the push."What I do with my life is none of your business, Martin. I can do whatever the h*ck I want!" I spat out. He was furious, I was enraged.He was about to raise his hand, and I flinched at his gesture when Shantel held his shoulder in a flirty way."Tesoro mio (My darling), please be gentle with her. She didn't mean to upset you!" her filthy hands were looping around his arm.I could hear Martin's rapid breathing, he was controlling himself. He shoved Shantel's hands away and turned around. I was just staring at him. If Shantel didn't hold his shoulder, he could have hit me. A drop of tear was beginning to appear, and while no one's looking, I wiped it with the back of my palm."Ahhh!" he screamed, frustrated. I jolted at the loudness and intensity of his voice, even Shantel jumped on her spot. Luke and Enzo just bowed their heads.
Martin POV..I had an important appointment with one of my partners in the club, and I needed Shantel to accompany me. We had dinner first before we went to Luminous Lounge. I was going to meet Derick here.Before that, I told Luke to cover for me if Dakota would ask about my whereabouts. I needed her to stay close to me to protect her. I had an inkling that Yvan was not in Russia. He was here in New York, lurking around and waiting for the opportunity to cut my head off."Martin, what if we give Derick additional benefits?" Shantel suggested.We are in the VIP room on the 2nd floor of my club. The lights were minimal, but clear enough to see each other's facial expressions. For now, Derick wasn't sure if he would agree with my plan about the new shipments coming or not. Since the previous one was seized by the cops.I turned my gaze to Shantel, who was sitting closely beside me. She had a point. We had to convince Derick quickly and close the deal now."Don't get me wrong, Martin,
Dakota POV..Inside the car, Luke kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror while I spoke to Harry. But I didn't mind. He could tell his boss for all I care."Yes, sure. I'm actually free these days!" I told Harry while putting on my best smile. "Well, no job at the moment!" I chuckled. "I'm at the mercy of my parents' inheritance!" I laughed out. To mess with Luke's imagination more, I turned on the speaker and Harry's voice sprouted like mushrooms."That's great. We're a little bit in the same boat. I'm also dependent on my dad's pocket!" we both laughed, making Luke furrow his brows."So, the next day, you say?" I asked and winked at Luke, who was startled and coughed a bit. Caught eavesdropping, huh?! He then focused his eyes on the road."Yeah! I have a client meeting tomorrow, so the next day is better. Where are you now, by the way? Are you at your place? The weather is cool. There are lots of people strolling in the park at the moment!" Harry uttered, inviting me in silence
Dakota POV.."Okay, kindly tell me what the h*ll happened?!" I was shaking like a leaf, my feet rushed to the emergency room, but Amy Leah stopped me before I could enter."Kota! We can't get in. They're treating him. Don't worry, Martin is a hard-headed, strong-willed man. He'll get through with this!" she was trying to comfort me but to no avail.Desmond stood up from the hospital bench and ambled towards his wife. He placed his hand on her shoulder and stared at me."He'll be fine, Kota. He has reasons to live. You!" that sounded comforting, but not enough."You guys didn't answer my question yet!" I told them, my voice came out a bit harsh. My hands were on my waist, my lips quivered, and my eyes blinked, restraining some tears from falling."They had a shoot-out with another gang!" Desmond answered in a whisper after glancing around. Amy Leah held my trembling hands while staring sternly at me, checking my reactions."And, what happened next?" I asked, and it seemed their answe
A gasp escaped from me as that far-fetched memory splashed into my mind, drowning me in the edge of disbelief. It couldn't be, I thought. I shook my head while my eyes were shut. When was the last time I talked to her? Maybe a week ago?! After that slapping incident at my bar, she never contacted me again. Although I had updates with her activities every single day, hearing her voice and laughs was different.I knew that she went out with that Harry Volkov twice. They had dinner on the first night and went to an amusement park the next day. They're both happy, and my girl was giggling like she just went back to her teenage years."Dakota Weasly!" I mumbled her name, like a bitter-sweet medicine stuck in my throat.I had to find my way out here. I had to clear things up. I needed some updates on what happened after the shoot-out. But how? I was like inside of an invisible loop of time, I couldn't escape at all."Focalizzare, Martin (Focus)!" I told myself as I glanced around. Dark wrap
The automatic door split open as I stepped out and it closed giving me a farewell sign. I glanced at the ICU one last time and rushed outside of the hospital, bumping into someone I didn't expect to see. "Ops! My bad!" the doctor wearing a white lab gown who seemed to have just finished operating someone uttered. The smell of ethanol and blood was assaulting my nostrils. My head hurt at the impact of colliding on his firm shoulder. "I'm sorry!" I replied, my head was looking down the floor. As I looked up to see who was the unfortunate guy, I felt I had seen a shelter to shield me from this horrible storm. He, too, was surprised to see me. "Kota!" "Paul!" We both uttered in unison and smiled. I had never seen Paul for two weeks although there was a time that he sent me a message, telling me he went to South Africa as one of the medical volunteers there. "Hey! It's nice to see you again!" he chuckled as he lifted me from the floor and twirled me around. "Paul, put me dow
After Five Days . . At Martin's private ward... My looks were as bright as the morning sun. My simple knitted baby blue sweater and tight jeans made me move freely inside of his room. My white knee-length boots made a click-clacking sound while my vision rummaged through the empty room. "Where is he?" I mumbled, talking to air. It was eight in the morning, too early for him to leave and stroll outside. Too cold, too. Winter was approaching, he needed to get out of here before the freezing weather came. I put my home-cooked meal; cream mushroom soup, egg mayo sandwich, and fresh brewed coffee on the side table. "Martin, babe, are you in the bathroom? You should have waited for me. You must not move a lot yet!" I strode to the bathroom just next to the entrance door, but he was not there. Where could he be? Till I heard some footsteps coming, which I thought were just the medical staff doing their morning routine. My thoughts scolded me wrong when the door to his ward slid open,
Inside Paul's office, he took the medical kit from the medicine cabinet while I was sitting on the patient's bed. I was just staring at him, admiring how fast and flawless his hands were in preparing for the cream and ointments. "All right. You've already washed your hands with lukewarm water. Let's apply some ointments now!" he then glanced at me with a smile. I almost lost myself there. Did he just notice me ogling at him? "You've been staring at me for quite a while!" d*mn, he just answered my question. Could he read minds, too? "Oh well! You can't blame a woman. My personal doctor is gorgeous!" I jeered and he just chuckled while applying the ointment at the back of my palm. I hissed in pain for quite a bit, however, once the ointment took effect, I felt a cool sensation running from the scalded skin. "Whew! That's quite good!" I uttered, and he just nodded. "Hmm! I bought this from China when I visited my friend there!" he told me as he lifted his head and met my gaze. "He'