baby . in the midst of all the madness : the punches thrown , the blood shed , the cursed threats ... and he's calling her baby , while he's in a heap on the floor . it settles along her skin like a warm blanket , thumb gently reaching out to drag along his busted lip and catch a stray drop of blood , sucking in air through her teeth . " and that sick bastard won't ever lay a hand on me . trust me , j . my dad wouldn't let that happen . " and neither will he , apparently . but she doesn't want to think about that — him , throwing himself atop the blunt edge of a knife to save her from its inevitable strike . it curdles her stomach , makes her blood run cold .. refuses to entertain it . especially when he's cradling his abdomen as if his ribs are about to puncture the skin , every wet breath making her withhold a wince from the staggered sound of it . fears what would've happened if she hadn't shown up when she did .. has always been a strong believer of fate , and in this instance , thinks this was the universe's divine intervention . brows pull , tethered together to finely pinch the skin above her nose at his declaration . " but that isn't fine ! it isn't fine , johnny , and you shouldn't have to deal with it . you being his punching bag — it's sick and demented , and he - god , he could have fucking killed you .. if i hadn't come in here , if i hadn't stepped between you , he would have kept going . i know he would have . i could see it . " the chilling twist of his lips when he stared down at his son's crumbled frame , as if it were his life's proudest work : beating his own flesh and blood to a pulp , and preening over his pain . frowns , thudding organ threatening to leap from her chest and leap into his battered palms . " don't say that . " wipes the damp pad of her thumb along her dress , hues dropping briefly to it as an odd sensation stings to her eyes . " don't say stuff like that again . " that he'd die for her , that he'd risk his life to protect her . doesn't think she can bear it : the heaviness of such a sentiment , or the way it makes her feel . all those emotions ravishing her chest loud , and prominent , and impossible to ignore , trying to rear their ugly heads to be heard . glances off to the side at the pool of blood stained saliva and she's growling under her breath as he moves , his grunt echoing in the otherwise empty room . " stop moving . " commands in a grumbled breath , palm reaching to brush over the potential bruises blossoming along his abdomen and wishing they weren't at this stupid fucking gala so she could ease his discomfort . gaze shifts back to his and she's sucking her bottom lip into the comfort of her mouth , trying to keep her expression poised despite the frantic squeezing of her lungs .
isn't an idiot — is very aware that he attacked enzo because of their history , and while he's the biggest hypocrite she's ever met , can't deny that she'd be insulted if it hadn't pissed him off . after all , that's why she brought him . him leaving in a gurney , well , that was not according to plan . oops . " yeah , and we'll talk about that later . but i don't give a fuck about him right now — i was there , i watched it happen and you should be happy they dragged you off . do you really want someone's murder on your hands ? " for her , all of people . she's following his movements and batting his hands away , helping him unbutton his dress jacket and swallowing thickly . " i guess we do . " a problem , that's what she'll call it : that strange pull in her chest any time he's around , the giddiness she feels when his name lights up her screen , the thrill that races down her spine at the faintest touch . a problem . " aren't people meant to get rid of problems ? " and there's a hidden question somewhere in there , one she won't voice out of the faint fear of rejection . a silly feat for someone so rarely to put themselves out there vulnerably ... as if he hadn't already thrashed her affections to ruin when he sped off down the road . something they'd barely scratched the surface of yet , not like they had the time between all the panting and moaning they'd been doing prior to this evening . mind travels back to the gala floor , to his frame pacing towards her in the crowd , his promised words uttered between them before he planted a brief kiss to her lips — in front of everyone . maya , included . had heard her shrill voice calling his name , willing him to stop ... all while she stood feet away , silent . if they couldn't be any more vastly different , that scenario spoke volumes . but still , he didn't shove people aside to get to his date , and she doesn't know what the hell to make of that . even now , as he confesses his prevalent anger , her brain is wondering why he came with her , and why it wasn't her he can't control himself with , why it wasn't her that drove him crazy . " you have a really bad habit of telling me what to do . " mutters half - heartedly , fingers twitching within his grasp on her wrist and she hates that it burns , and that , without hesitancy , she's leaning into his touch like it's the only thing keeping her from falling apart .
and as he pulls her closer , she lets him . just like that. no resistant , no smartass comment . pathetic , is what she is . she'll chew her ass out for it later . we're not done . relief shatters along her skin , her chest , down to her feet , and there's a vague twitch of her lips .. a ghost of a smile , a glimpse of a hidden one , maybe . " hm , interesting . and what about all that talk of rekindling flames .. all those girls you were gonna use this tie with just disappear ? " because of course , she can't help herself . he's the one who said it , not her goddamn fault that it's now engrained into her memory until she dies . " no . " immediate objection is followed by a press against his chest and a shake of her head , " no . i'm not leaving . " she's following his movements , hands hovering over him to ensure that he doesn't collapse to his feet instantly , and still , she's stepping into his space . " yeah , i know he's not kidding — that's why we're both going to go . if you actually think i'm leaving you here , then you must have a serious concussion — " and then , for the second time , he's catching her by surprise and pressing his lips to hers . a soft breath is exhaled along his mouth and her palm is instantly lifting to gently cradle the back of his head , nails curling into hair at his nape . metallic coats her brims and she doesn't care , in fact , her tongue is flicking out and dragging along cracked lesser . " if you want me to go without you , then you're gonna have to make me , " and she's pulling back an inch , giving him a once - over with that familiar glimmer in her eyes , " and in your current condition , i don't think that's a smart choice . do you ? " she's pressing another eager kiss to his mouth , one she's realizing a second too late might be a little too rough as she licks along his lip again in a silent apology . knows his father is good for it , that he'll certainly be busting through here any minute , and so , begrudgingly , with another brush of her lips to his , her hand is finding his and she's pulling away . " come with me . " it's a plea more than a demand and she's giving his arm a tug towards the door , " if you don't , i'll find him and break his jaw , and make everything worse . " — " please , johnny . "
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