Il mio fiore

Chapter 4

𝐷𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑎́𝑛 𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑧

"And what did Fabio tell you?"

My deep voice resonates down the otherwise noisy hallway of the third floor. I take it glance around, wondering why they were all staring at me with visible fear on their features.

I walk past a nurse who takes a quick glance at my hand before returning her gaze to mine as she gulped. Only then did I realize that I still had my gun in hand. I had not returned it after I left Pedro's hospital room.

It turns out he had some men working for him in the police force. They had sent an ambulance to his location right after we left. I had come here to finish him of and since it's a hospital, I used a silencer in my attempt to avoid attention.

I calmly hand Fabrizio my gun and he tucks it into his holster. I take one final glance around the hallway before walking on.

A sudden scream resonates down the hallway and I had an idea what the the cause was remembering that I had a shot three bullets in him, one in his forehead and the other two in both his eyes after forcing the IV bag into his mouth.

I notably increase my pace, pushing past people whose hearts were sent on marathons at the echo of her scream as we I and my guards roughly made our way to the elevator.

The elevator dings and opens the moment we reached it and my gaze lands on her '𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑖𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒' beside...another man who had his arm round her waist like he's holding on for dear life. /my flower/

I take in her appearance with grace. She still had on the clothes she wore at the restaurant earlier today, a white oversized hoodie and black jeans that hugged her thighs beautifully. I trail my eyes up to hers, staring into her eyes that didn't stare back at mine but instead into the distance as though in thought.

The male who still daringly had his arm around her waist stares at me, his eyes glossy with a feeling I couldn't understand but didn't care to as all I wanted was to get my flower out of his arms.

As if sensing it, he pulls her closer, gesturing that he wants to go through. Momentarily locking my gaze with hers I recognize shock and fear in her emerald eyes and it sends a wave of possessiveness into mind and a little into my stone of a heart.

Without thinking, I pull her away from him and unto my chest as I cage her between my arms. Shock plasters itself on all their faces, including mine but I immediately mask it.

"yo what the f**k are you doing, who are you? Fuckin let go of me"

He says to me then to my guards who had held him the second I pulled her away from him.

Ignoring his words, I look down at my flower whom I held protectively om my arms.

She looks up at me alarmingly, a flash of fear in her eyes as a sudden knees-buckling scent floats up my nostril. It was one I couldn't quite decipher as it wavered between vanilla and a soft waterfall scent.

I greedily breathed it in as I'm momentarily knocked out of my senses. A tender, soft but fear filled voice escapes her lips.

"who are you?"

She asks and a sudden naughty thought flew into my head as I imagined her moaning my name with her soft sweet voice in pure ecstacy.

The thought had my length twitching with desire. I immediately compose myself as I realised that she was afraid...of me. Obviously everyone was, but not her, my god not her.

I loosen my arms around her, hearing the male grunt as he struggled past my guards to get to my flower.

She hurriedly tries to push me away causing me to hold her tight again.

"please let me go?"

She croaks out.

The heightened fear in her voice sends a shiver of a feeling I couldn't understand straight through the rock in my chest. I comply without thought, letting my arms slowly fall to my sides.

Something flashes in her eyes as she turns away and towards the male who still failingly struggled with my guards. I gesture for them to let him go and she rushes to him, wrapping her arms around him and he does the same.

With notable anger, my hands search my overcoat for my gun, hell bent on sending a bullet through his head for touching her...again, when the male rushes out of the elevator with my flower clung to him.

After a full minute of resisting the urge to go to him and kill him for his sin of touching my flower, I smash the button of the reception area and the doors of the elevator close.

She had been scared....of me, but my intention was not to hurt her, I had just wanted to pull her out of the arms of that other male. But why did I want to pull her away and if I only wanted to pull her away, why did I hold her so close? Why did I feel feel this pang in my chest when I saw the fear in her eyes? But she is mine though. He had no right to touch her, I already claimed her for myself although there must be a logical explanation for what I'm feeling but I do think it is because I haven't gotten a good f**k this week.