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Ricco stood above me pressing his foot down on my side wound, laughing pointing the gun directly at my head. Layla was all I saw, my princess, my diamond the one woman I dreamt of spending the rest of my life with. I knew what risks I was taking and honestly, I didn’t care. She was my soul. She gave me something that I have never felt in my entire life. I used women, I got what I wanted and told them to get out when I was finished. I don’t have time; I don’t need all that love rubbish. I want sex then, be gone.
Only Layla, my heart poured out to her. I saw her pretty smile. I remembered the time we made love in the shower and then on the king-size bed, she stole every ounce of my harmony. My breath was snatched each and every time I looked into her eyes. She gave me a reason to live. My walls were up, and I had been determined to never allow a woman to defeat me, but she managed to knock the wall down and allow me to see something precious and enduring.
Ricco had his gun directly at my temple. He pressed his foot harder on my wound and I did my best to not show signs of breathing or pain. I lay dead at least that was what he thought, I had to as I had no energy to reach for my gun which was too far away from me on the concrete. I had to stay strong and act dead as otherwise, the bastard would shoot and that would be the end and I would never see Layla again.
“There he is?” That was the point Ricco released his foot and ran off, coward. I exhaled and placed my hand across where Ricco had his foot. I debated to try and reach for my gun and shoot the fucker in the back, but I was losing far too much blood and Ricco, could wait for another day, when he doesn’t see me coming.
“Boss, fuck boss. Give me your shirt,” I heard Carlo instruct one of my men.
It appeared ages until Carlo had the wound covered and pressed to try and stop the blood from pouring.
“Fuck go steady,” I yelp.
“Sorry boss, but that fucker…”
“I have one on my shoulder,” I breathed through the pain.
Seconds later I had no idea what was happening until I was shaken and told to stay awake. I tried to stay awake, but my body grew weaker, my head became light, breathing shallowed. I visioned my girl, I wanted her warmth right now, only I couldn’t say anything I was in and out of consciousness.
The next I knew; I woke to find tubes coming out of my hand and bandaged up. I glanced down my body to feel warmth down my right side, my Layla. She was fast asleep on me. I could feel her breath on my naked torso. Wow, I lusted for her.
I fell back to sleep, already the healing process began, and Layla was it.
Waking up disappointed to find Monica sitting next to me on the chair rubbing my head, saying some muffled nonsense. I wondered where Layla had gone, why she wasn’t with me. Panic took over, I didn’t want Monica. I wanted my girl, the one who gave me comfort and happiness.
I watched Monica’s mouth move; I didn’t care for her words.
Tunring my head to the right to see Layla leaving the room.
“Layla,” my foggy voice sounded, I need a drink to take away the dryness.
She faced me as I looked directly at her. I smiled and reached for her to come back, she glanced at Monica.
Layla stepped toward me.
I turned to Monica. “You can go, get lost.”
Monica was shocked at my outburst, but I didn’t give a shit, she wasn’t who I wanted.
“Go, fuck off,” I managed to raise my voice. I didn’t need that woman near me, I used her when it suited me, not the other way around and I certainly didn’t want her sympathy.
My attention was back to my beauty. My heart sunk into the pit of my tummy, I wanted her so damn badly.
I managed to see Monica storm past Layla, hitting her deliberately on the shoulder. The girl was seriously getting close to having her backside kicked.
Layla moved closer to the bed as I remained holding my hand out to her.
She sat on the bed and shuffled up bringing her level with me. She laid back and turned her body to face me, I stared into her eyes. She gazed into my eyes, leaving me hopeless and eager to rip her clothes off and make love to her. A piece of hair fell over her face and with my, hand moved it back.
“You’re so perfect.”
She shied away and rubbed her lips together.
“Don’t shy from me, you have no reason to.”
She looked back at me. She smiled so precious, so angelic. I was once again sinking into her beauty.
I watched as she glanced down at my wound, and with her hand pressed her fingertips to it.
