Chapter 22 No running from me

"...and when I went there, it turned out to be empty. Can you believe..."
I drifted off. I didn't wanted to be here. This awful place held so much of me. The loneliness had plagued my mind. I heaved a sigh.
Yesterday after spending my precious time in hospital bathroom, Sophie manged to caught glimpse of me crying. I practically had to beg her not to tell anyone about this, especially Eric, judging by the fact that she was Eric's loyal worker. She promised not to tell. But as we were exiting the hospital premises, Eric approached us and presented us the insane idea of hanging out since tommorrow was Saturday, a day off.
I denied but the look of gruesome on his face had me change my mind.
And here I was, in the club.
The Dark Knight.
I again sighed. I had been doing that a lot recently. Eric and Sophie were talking and laughing about incident. We were sitting on stools near bar. Eric had a light cocktail drink in his hand and Sophie was unapologetically gulping on her Margarita.
However I had only few light drinks. I wasn't fully intoxicated but I could feel the slight movement in my mind.
"Oh fuck! I should leave! I need to go to my mother's tommorrow."
Retreating footsteps echoed in my ears.
My soul had been swept away, emotions strangling it whole. A part of me wanted to be as far away from here as possible. I was seated beside Eric, where my thoughts were roaming. I closed my eyes and gazed into fields of nothing.
"What you say, Sadie?"
Like a caged animal, I fixated on my spot. Paralysed by the uneasiness in my heart. I didn't wanted to admit, but I was terribly missing him. His eyes, his lips, his body. God! I was missing him wholly. He left me for good, I was trying to convince myself. A part of me was happy that he was gone and a part of me opposes the other.
And then there was another cruel reality to worry about, my father.
"Sadie?"
Suddenly, there was an aura of grey around me. It was a fog that wouldn t rise or fade. A single tear rolled down my cheek, as I seated there and dejected, swollen with emotions and realisations of my fate. He had cancer! And here I was, thinking about man who had almost destroyed my peace. A giant hole found a permanent home in my heart.
"Are you okay?!"
I jumped startled when a hand grabbed my upper arm. It took me a whole minute to saw through my blurred vision. Eric had his brows knitted together in confusion.
"What happened?"
I swallowed and shook my head.
He again left me startled as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. And as a clue the dam broke and I let tears cascaded down my cheeks. I wasn't sure why was I crying but I needed to let go of my emotions.
His hands rubbed my back in a soothing manner, as he cooed me with sweet words. My father's situation, Silvio's disappearance, everything ran inside my brain.
Like a child seeking for mother's warmth, I clinged onto Eric, tightening my arms around his neck and stuffed my face in crook of his neck. I felt his stiffened slightly but soon he himself tightened his arms around me. The one that was on my back a moment ago, was now on my waist. His other hand was on back of my neck, rubbing it.
I needed comfort.
"Don't cry, please." His voice cracked like he was feeling my pain himself. And he slightly pulled away only to wipe my teary eyes, and I manged to give him a weak smile. His eyes held love and adoration, and I saw nothing but Silvio's face instead of his.
Craving his touch, I tip-toed. His widened for a second as he realised what I was about to do but he didn't protested. Silvio's grey eyes flashed through my eyes and my lips brushed his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale my breath, feel the warmth of my skin, and the taste of my lipstick. As our bodies pressed tightly against each other, his hands found small of my waist only to pull me closer.
"Hey, man! Didn't kne-WH-FUCK!"
We immediately pulled away and my eyes swiftly looked over his shoulder. There stood few of our colleagues. Randy, John, and Samantha. I frowned as Randy gave me a smirked smile, and immediate blush painted on my cheeks when I noticed my hands were still wrapped around Eric's neck.
My sudden reaction was to pull away before mumbling an apology.
"Something spicy is stirring." Randy commented and I flushed over more. Eric gave him a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. His lips seemed slightly tinted with my lipstick. God!
"It's ju-"
"Did you guys kissed?" John asked.
"Did you-"
"NO!" Me and Eric protested at the same time. I gave him a side glance, his cheeks had tint of pink.
"I don't believe it." Samantha smirked and nervously swallowed. God! This wasn't going well. Eric sensed my awkward situation.
"Leave it guys." He muttered. And they all nodded.
Ten minutes had passed since they arrived and they ahd turned whole situation enthusiastic. Johan was head of surgery department, and Samantha was co-assistant. Randy, Eric's assistant.
They all were cracking jokes and telling us about funny incidents. My mood started lightening a bit. I surprised myself, when a soft chuckle escaped my lips. Maybe this was going good. After crying, I was feeling relived.
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"I hate when she does this," Silvio grumbled as he sat on chair, twisting the blade between his fingers. He looked across the Dark Night Club to saw Sadie smiling and laughing with few of her colleagues.
Dante stood near Silvio's table with his hands crossed over his chest and looked at Sadie.
"They are her friends." Dante said.
"Friends don't flirt." Silvio quipped. "Why must she test me like this? She should know how I feel about other men touching her."
Two minutes had passed since Silvio stepped inside his club. And the first person his eyes looked for was his cara. He immediately found her, talking and laughing with three men and a woman beside her.
His jaw twitched when he noticed the state she was, she looked flushed.
"They're just talking." Dante said looking at Silvio with amused grin.
Silvio twisted his mouth in frustration.
"Sí? One of them is eye fucking her."
Silvio's eyes drilled holes in Eric's body, as he observed him looking at Sadie with the intense gaze.
"It doesn't matter. They all can do is look, desire, want but after all that she's still yours."
Silvio sighed in frustration as his eyes landed back on Sadie. He couldn't understand why it bothered him that other men was watching her, unaware that she had already kissed other man. It only infuriated him further.
But Dante was right about one thing.
She was his.
Silvio watched as Sadie waved good bye to her friends as she exited the club with the dark haired man beside her, Eric.
"You coming for meeting?" Dante asked as Silvio's eyes wandered to friends she was talking to earlier.
"I'll join later." He grunted.
Dante nodded understandably, knowing what Silvio was planning.
"I'll see you at hotel." Dante said walking through glass doors.
Silvio picked up his blade and tucked it into his belt as he strolled across the restaurant.
Two men who were talking to Sadie earlier noticed him approaching them and immediately panicked as they tried to walk towards entrance. Silvio was becoming a regular in this club and few of them who were permanent, slightly knew who he was.
"Stay the fuck where you are!" Silvio demanded.
They both froze in place as Silvio grabbed one of them by shoulder so fiercely that he dislocated his shoulder. As the man began to scream, Silvio placed blade to the man's throat making him quickly shut up.
The darkness of corner hided what was happening.
"Look at her like that again...and I will crush your skull," Silvio threatened.
The man just stared at him wide eyed as Silvio heard loud blasting music.
"Do I make myself clear?!" He shouted angrily.
"Y-yes sir!" The man said frantically.
Silvio glared angrily at them before pushing him and walked away towards exit.
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I changed my clothes after a quick shower and made something light for myself. I wasn't hungry but I needed to eat.
I had leftovers in refrigerator and after warming it up in own, I was able to eat only few spoons before my stomach clenched in pain.
I needed an advil, a heating pad and my bed. Holding back a groan, I opened the cabinets of kitchen, I found advil bottle in lower corner, extra two pills, and threw them in my mouth. Then I went to the sink and filled glass of water before gulping it down with pills. Panting, I gripped the kitchen counter and waited for medicine to kick in a little before I could do something ambitious like going to bed.
Eric insisted to drop me, I let him. I wasn't feeling okay.
I was interrupted when the bell of the door rang. I frowned.
Who it could be?
I slowly walked towards the door, ignoring the cramps for a moment. My hands held the door knob as I twisted it.
"Ye-"
The hair on back of my neck rise. With determination to close the door I pushed it, but it was too late. One moment I was standing near the door, trying to close it, and the next I was pushed back against the same door with hand clasping my arm as his large body trapped me against the door from back.
"Had enough fun?" His deep male voice whispered in my ear and something hard poked my back.
I panicked.
No! He wasn't supposed to be here!?
"W-what are you doing here?" I finally found my voice. Scared and barely audible.
He chuckled darkly with no amusement in his tone.
"No 'I missed you', no 'welcome back'?" He leaned further circling his arm around my torso and pulling my back more to his front. His breath framed the side of my face and every rigid muscle of his well sculpted body was touching the nerves he wasn't allowed to touch.
"I-I" I was shocked and I didn't knew what choice of words I should let out of my mouth.
I was abruptly turned around when he slammed my back against the door I tried to slam on his face earlier.
Two week. Fourteen days. 336 hours. 20160 minutes. 1209600 seconds.
After a long time, I was seeing his face closely now. His steely grey eyes were filled with punishable glint of dark light.?
His hands left my torso as he slowly yet unapologetically roamed them on my body. I held back a moan. I was not suppose to enjoy this.
No!
"You broke our promise." He whispered huskily in my ear making my insides quiver with desire. He knew the affect he had on me. He knew he could ruin me with one snap of his finger.
I didn't knew what he was talking about. What promise? What did I promise hi-
Did he knew all that? About my kiss with Eric?!
A new wave of fear washed over me.
"I a-am-"
He must had sensed the panic in my voice because next moment he placed his finger on my mouth shutting me, not letting me explain. Fingers pressing against my mouth, stopping the streams of words and his face moved closer.
"Your words won't keep me from punishing you." His sexy mouth murmured and pushed his fingers past my lips, in my mouth. I opened my mouth, sucking in those fingers. I could taste the salt and skin. My tongue swirled around the roughness of his calloused hand and the blunt edge of trimmed nails. It had been so long since I touched someone with need and desire.
"Sadie.." His accented voice was lower now, deeper and softer. "You don't want me to go there."
Oh, but I did.
His fingers pressed against my tongue pushing last caressing the insides. My untouched regions purred in ecstacy and need to demolish his perfect lips overwhelmed. My mind knew I would regret this tomorrow but tonight, I was letting myself drown for him.
"Cara.." His voice was thick and husky. I knew wanted me as much as my body did. His facial muscles were tight with barely restrained hunger.
"Stop, before you regret this."
Regret? Yes, I was already regretting but what about the need I was feeling, that was intensifying by passing second. But before I could utter a word, he retracted his finger away from my lips and his arms loosened around me only to slam me hard against the wall as his lips molded mine.
His lips mashed against mine, as if trying to flatten and destroy my mouth. He hungrily pushed back, my mouth opened, his tongue pushing past my teeth to the moist space within. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks as I tried to grip his head firmly, but he beat me to it. His hand wrapped around my throat in a punishable grip, as if to keep me from escaping. He worked his mouth against mine, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
His hands found their way inside the clothes I was wearing.
I gasped as Silvio pished me against the wall. His lips moved hungrily against mine as his hands rounded my hips and found my backside. I let out an erotic moan as he squeezed my ass with fervor, nearly lifting me off the ground.
"You have a stunning ass..." He groaned in my ears. "It feels biteable... fuckable-"
I quickly pushed him back with great difficulty with a frown on my lips.
"Get out!"
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