LOVE IN CROSSFIRE

THIS FIGHT

I dialed his number twice but he didn't take my call.

“Should I leave a message?”

This was the point where I regretted not going in with Damian, but at the same time, this was making me hate Damian. It felt like it was because of him Cal rejected me.

I sat on the couch, and tears fell down my cheek. This was an addiction, maybe it was something more than addiction. It came at weird times, that's why I called it my demons. I needed to be satisfied and there was no one to help me. I couldn't do it myself, I wasn't a fan of that.

I shut my eyes, and let tears fall down my cheeks. Then I remembered. I remembered how I had to struggle with molestation from my father's men. No one knew about it. I didn't even tell my mother, because maybe I was enjoying it or maybe I was afraid. Funny enough, it happened at night. At some point, these men weren't molesting me anymore, but I was always going to them to satisfy me. It was something I got to like, and now, I had to struggle with it.

I cursed my father daily for the life I had to live. I hated everything about the mafians. I was just grateful that I had to live outside such kingdom, and raise Corey outside that place too.

Maybe everything in my life was a struggle, including the consciousness that I was born into the Mafia world, but I wasn't struggling with being around the mafians anymore — that was enough to be happy for.

While thinking and crying, I didn't know when I fell asleep. I only knew I'd slept off when Bella woke me up. “Hey, wake up.” She said in a rush.

“What's up?” I asked softly, still partly asleep.

“It's Corey. Come on.” She said and ran into the room.

Then it clicked. My brother. I got up immediately and rushed to the room.

I stood fixed to the spot as I saw my brother struggle for his life. He couldn't breathe. Bella picked up her phone immediately and ringed the ambulance.

I moved to Corey's side, sitting beside him, I said softly, holding his hands, “Please, don't die, Corey.”

Whatever I had to say wouldn't even make sense to him at that point, he was struggling for his life. I knew he was trying his best not to die. Tears dropped from my eyes as I watched him. It was so painful that there was nothing I could do to help him.

When the ambulance got to the house, they rushed him to the hospital. Bella and I waited outside the room while the doctors attended to him.

“Dear God. Please don't let Corey die.” I said softly.

Bella didn't say anything. All she did was sit beside me, tears falling down her cheeks in stages. I knew she wouldn't forgive herself too if anything happened to Corey. The three of us had each other. We just had ourselves.

When the doctor came out, Bella rushed to him before I could even stand up. I couldn't blame her, Corey was almost her brother. I was barely there for him, but she was.

“Doctor, what's up?” She asked.

“Please relax. He's fine. But he won't be coming home with you. He will be admitted until he gets a transplant. His case is very serious.” The doctor said.

My heart skipped, my chest tightened even harder. Corey was going to be admitted? I shook my head. That was going to be more than a lot for me. I almost didn't even have cash for his surgery, how was I supposed to be paying for his hospital bills daily.

My knees buckled, and I fell to the ground. “Dear God!” I said softly.

I cried uncontrollably. Bella came to me and held me to herself without saying a word. She understood my pain.

It was so hurting. I was doing everything, I put my life and dignity in the line so raise cash for his surgery, and then this? It was so an disappointing. Life was indeed so unfair to me.

*****

Bella and I were seated in the hospital room where Corey laid. He was asleep, maybe unconscious for a while.

“We'll get this done, Aurora.” Bella's said to me.

I looked at her, tears welling up in my eyes again. “How? How, Bella?”

“I don't know.” She said and looked away.

I thought of a lot of things for while, then I turned to her. “Bella, I'll need your help the most now.” I started.

“You know I'm always here.” She assured.

I sighed deeply, my chest gave a sharp pain from the hurt. “You'll have to be with him. While I work for cash.”

She held my hands in hers, “I'm always here with Corey. But how will you make this money? You still have law school, Aurora.”

“Screw that. I'll get it done. If I can make a thousand dollars in one night, I can handle this “ I said, not knowing where my confidence came from.

She nodded and we didn't say a word to each other again.

While I left the hospital, I was almost pushed to call my father. But I didn't even have his number anymore. In a way, I was disappointed at him for not caring for Corey. Most times, I felt like Corey wasn't his son. I knew he cared so much about me, but it wasn't the same with Corey. He barely showed concern for Corey—that was an extra reason to hate him.

I had to get home and prepare for the night, I had to go back to Coldstone.

I got a message from Cal when I got home.

CAL: If you're coming to the club, come prepared, my lady.

I smiled at the phone. I was actually going prepared. I was willing to do anything for more than a thousand dollars, but I wanst gon' do a thing with Damian. For every reason, I hated that guy.

After I showered, I put on a black handless body con dress, that accentuated my curves. I put on my make-up and made myself look the best. Then, off I went—to the club.

When I got there, I sat at my spot—the bar. As I looked around, I saw different men of different caliber, and I couldn't wait to be picked for the night.

A guy with a blue suit, came around. He took the seat next to me. His scent was so good, that I felt like licking him. “Maybe, I'm getting a reasonable client tonight without Cal.” I said to myself.

“Hey beauty.” He said softly.

“Hey.” I said softly, glancing at him and taking my eye back to my glass.

“Would you go in with me tonight?” He asked.

I smirked. This guy was too forward, but I liked it though. That's what I wanted. I didn't want spaces between, spaces that could let me think of how much of a hell my life was at that point.

“How much—”

“Young man, there's a hot lady over there for you.” A voice cut in. “She is marked.”

I tuned to look at him, and it was Nolan. The guy got up and left immediately.

“What do you mean by I'm marked, Nolan?” I asked curiously.

He took a deep breath, “you can't be going in with this guys, Aurora. Damian already want you.”

I shook my head in disbelief, “Damian? That freak? What do mean by that?”

“I'm sorry.” Nolan said. “He's waiting in that cubicle, incase you'd want to speak to him yourself.”

Before I could say anything, he'd left.