Crowned love

Episode 8 Running from the unknown

I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday's dinner and the kiss. Marco totally surprised me with his behavior, although I knew that he liked me. We had a nice evening, we had a good conversation and the restaurant made a big impression on me. It was evident that he was a frequent visitor there, he knew almost all the waiters and the chef. He looked very attractive in a black suit and white shirt, such a classic, but it definitely suited him. I noticed he had a hidden weapon under his jacket but he tried to hide it. I was curious if he was going to tell me what he really was doing, so I decided to remain silent and wait for his move. When he walked me to the door and kissed me, my legs buckled underneath me, yet no man had such an effect on me. I was excited and inflamed, so for fear that I might go further, I practically ran away.

I felt that something was starting to happen between us and it was not just about the physical attraction, there was something deeper about it. I could not define it myself. I knew our meetings were inevitable due to Marco helping to catch my tormentor, but I didn't know where it would all lead.

Today I was scheduled to interview on television about the needs of children in child care home, I hoped that it would help me find funds to support this place. Then I had a few more meetings in the city and, on my way back home, I called Anna and answered on the second ring.

"Hey Amelia, how are you?", She greets

-Hey Ania, everything's fine, I'm coming home. I had an interview on TV about my last visit to the orphanage-I replied and looked at my bodyguards. As always, Alex drove and John sat next to the passenger seat.

-And after yesterday's dinner with a handsome gentleman - she asked with a curious voice.

-Well, I had a very nice time with Marco, I got to know him from a completely different side. He seemed so calm and composed. He told me a little about himself but did not mention anything that the mafia runs.-

You know, you know each other very briefly, he must trust you in the end, it's kind of his secret. You like him, don't you? - asked my friend and I didn't know whether to tell her the truth. I liked it very much, but I was afraid of this acquaintance. I asked him for help but didn't count on anything more. Anyway, now I had my obligations to the competition and that was the most important thing. The crown belongs to me for a year, that is, until the next election, so I have ten more months left. From the very beginning, I wanted to win the competition just to take advantage of the opportunities and contribute to charity.

- I like it, but it doesn't change anything, at least for the next few months. I have my responsibilities and the new relationship could only make things difficult for me now.

-Amelia, what are you talking about? Do not exclude others. You can combine the pleasant with the useful. He is already helping you and it will bring you closer to him for sure. Stop idealizing everything, just let it go and let everything go in its own way. -

- I'm supposed to be a gangster girl? What if he doesn't zuafa and doesn't reveal his secret? -

- And how will he tell you what you will do then? Will you run away from him? You know very well that it can help you find the guy that thrills you. You need someone like him. Give him a chance, especially with something sparking between you two.

I sighed, maybe Anna was right, I am looking too far into the future. I'll leave it as it is and see what happens.

The next morning, I decided to run at night. I slept badly and processed the words of my friend in my mind. The weather looked good, the sun started to shine and it was warm for the beginning of spring. I realized that I shouldn't leave the house alone. There was silence for several days. I didn't get any messages from my tormentor. Maybe Marco's people's actions helped something? I would very much like this case to be over. I want to finally move forward and not live in old age and some kind of suspension. In the kitchen, I met John, he was drinking coffee and he was looking out the window. As I know him, he started scanning the surroundings outside.

-Good morning-I said hello and poured myself some coffee

-Good day Mrs.

-Yes, I decided to run. I would like to unload all the stress that has been bothering me for several weeks. I probably shouldn't have gone alone and thought that you could accompany me.

-No problem, I just need to change. Where do you want to run?

-Two streets away is the city park and there shouldn't be many people at that time. -I really hoped that the fresh air and exercise would help me.

We left the house a few minutes later. John kept up with me and I must admit that he was in better condition than mine. Well, in his work, physical fitness is essential.

The park was not huge but had long paths perfect for joggers. They were quite narrow, so my bodyguard followed me. I had to be careful not to stumble because there was a large cliff. We were running for a mile when I noticed the guy over there. He drew my attention because, despite the warm weather, he was wearing a sweatshirt with a hood, hat and glasses. In no way reminded me of a runner, on the contrary, before I was figured out, the guy ran up to me and pushed me down to the cliff with all his strength. I tried to keep my balance and catch something but the impact was too strong and I slipped downstairs. I felt like I was hitting something with my hand and the branches hurt my face. The pain was terrible. I felt weak and I did not venture to get up. I tried to call John but only a soft moan came out of my mouth and my throat was dry. I was sure my bodyguard would find me soon and help me. I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. I heard someone call my name. It was John. I tried to get up and call, but my head was crying with pain. I heard his steps getting closer and closer until he saw me and cursed.

-Mrs. Amelia, are you okay? Please tell me where it hurt? - he looked at me with old eyes. I probably don't look good, I thought.

-When I fell, I bounced a bit, I can't move and my arm hurt. -

-OK, I have already called the ambulance and called for the rest of the security. They will be here soon. I will take the women upstairs so that the doctor can examine you. - Then he took me in his hand and slowly carried me upstairs. Alex was standing there talking to the doctor.

I didn't want to go to the hospital, but because of my shoulder, they wanted to give me an x-ray. My bodyguards went with me. On the spot, it turned out that I had a dislocated arm, a slight concussion of the brain and a few scratches on my face. In this state, I definitely did not remind Miss World. I laughed to myself but I was glad that nothing else happened to me. The doctor said I could go home, but I had to lie down and rest. Only when I show myself in public now and will the press look for opportunities for media hype. Then I thought about the guy that was pushing me off the path.

- John, what about that guy who pushed me off? - I asked because I was curious if they caught him

-Unfortunately, he ran away. I had a choice: to chase him or help you. I took the latter-he looked at me and I saw that he felt guilty about what had happened. I did not blame him, the man appeared out of nowhere and everything happened so quickly. I was glad that he was there with me and he helped me.

-Don't go ahead John, it's not your fault. I'm glad you were there and saved me. When I fell, I couldn't move because my hand and head hurt a lot. -I saw that he wanted to say something, but at that moment we heard screams in the corridor. I recognized the voice that was Marco.

-I repeat, madam, that I want to see Amelia Cruze, please take me to her-probably argued with the nurse.

-Sir, I tell you the second time, only family or authorized persons can enter the room-the woman tried to be nice, but I sensed that I was already patient.

-I will tell you this only once. My name is Marco Castellino and I want to see Amelia understand your lady-his voice was razor-sharp and I sensed a threat in him.

-Alex go call your boss before he insults and threatens everyone until I know he won't let go and better not to fuss anymore.

Seconds later, the door banged open and Marco stood in it. He looked like a young god of war, terrible, pissed off but also incredibly handsome. He looked at me and his face twitched with a faint frown of fear. In two steps, he came to me and asked:

-Hey beautiful how are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot? - I was happy at the sight of him, because since he was here, I had to take care of me. I wanted to hug him.

-Hey, everything is OK. I'm only slightly battered-I got hit with a dislocated arm and I hissed in pain. He looked me in the eye angrily and directed his pattern at the doctor:

-Dr. Please tell me what is wrong with Mrs. Ameli and what are the recommendations. -The doctor looked at me. He was not sure if he could give him information about me, but on the other hand, I saw a look in his eyes, apparently he knew Marco and his reputation. I nodded my head in agreement. He cleared his throat.

-The patient has a dislocated arm, a slight concussion and a few scratches, mostly on the face. She should get plenty of rest for the next week. I wrote out a prescription for painkillers. If she feels worse, please go back to the hospital immediately.

"Carlos," Marco said, a tall, tight, bald guy emerged behind his back, he must be his bodyguard and I only saw him now.

"Yes, sir," he replied, and came closer.

-We have Mrs. Cruze's prescription please and buy all the medication you need, then bring it to her house

"Of course," the security guard took the prescription and disappeared behind the door.

Then Mrco looked at John and Alex, their expressions showed that they knew what was to come. I didn't want Marco to punish them, and John was working for me."I will talk to you later. I have no words about your incompetence, it's all your fault," he hissed through his teeth.

-Amelio, I'm taking you home, you need to lie down and rest-he looked at me and his eyesight softened

-Marco, I'm really fine, and don't challenge them, it wasn't their fault, please.

-How did you come from the rest and how did you find out about what happened? -I asked, I could guess who informed him

-Alex called me as soon as he found out what happened. I was at a meeting in the city center and went right away. I was worried about you - I noticed his muscles were twitching in his cheek and he really screamed. My heart felt warm.

-Everything has turned out well, let's go home. I'm tired-I dreamed of lying in my own bed and falling asleep

-Okay, but at home I want you to tell me what exactly happened. I need to know to catch this dung that hurts you, OK?

- OK, I'll tell you everything and then I'll go to sleep.