Deadly Possession - Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Have you ever been afraid to wake up? A legit fear to open your eyes because of what might await you once you do. I am. I've been sitting in this bed for the past 20 minutes, afraid to open my eyes. I've been relying on my senses to try and figure where I am.

The bed is soft and warm, a thick heavy cover over my body keeping me warm from the chilled air. And I can feel excruciating pain shooting through my fingers and up my arm. I had been contemplating what this pain could mean. Either it was the pain from my fingers being gone, or they may very well be reattached and that's the pain. Whichever it was could wait. I wanted to pretend that I was sleep for however long I possible could.

My curiosity got the better of me though. I slowly crack my eyes open and immediately squeeze them shut again. My contacts are irritating the hell out of my eyes. They literally feel like dry twigs are caught in there.

"Fuck," I hiss aloud. The pain is unbearable. I finally open my eyes again and begin wrestling with the contacts with my good hand. It takes about 5 minutes but I finally get them out of my eyes and blink rapidly trying to see.

The room was blurry since I needed my glasses, but I could still make out all the furniture and the colors. The walls were a warm amber color, like the fall and I could feel a sense of warmth washing over me. I shift a little and excruciating pain shoots up my arm. I hiss in pain and slowly bring my hand up to my face to inspect it.

I almost cry at what greets me. A cast. And I can see my fingers. My fingers were reattached and it made me more than happy to see that. But then again there were medal nubs sticking out the tips of my fingers. Which explained the pain that movement brought me.

Before I can think anymore on it, the door opens and in walks the man from the grocery store. Nicolai. He's carrying a bowl, and there is a towel thrown over his shoulder. His eyes don't waste anytime as they roam across the room and fall on me. His steps immediately falter and he just stares at me.

"You're awake," he states simply. But I don't pay attention to him. I kept looking over his shoulder to the door, expecting Luca to barge in at any moment to finish what he started. Nicolai takes notice to my gaze and looks at the door in confusion.

Nicolai's gaze travels back to me in confusion. He looks like he wants to say something but chooses not to. Instead, he walks to the bedside table placing everything on the smooth marble surface.

"How are you feeling?" he asks as he sets everything down. I narrow my eyes at him. I didn't trust him one bit. My gaze travels back to the door.

"You can stop looking at the door. It's just me and you here," he speaks as he dips the towel into the bowl of water. He steps close to me and I can't help but admire his features. How did someone get eyes as blue as his? They were like looking into the sky on a clear and beautiful day. They were captivating.

I mentally scold myself. I had no business gawking at him like this. He was the enemy. And what's worse, is he murdered everyone in my office along with his psychotic leader and sat back as I got my fingers clipped off. He moves the towel closer to my face and I flinch back away from it. His blue irises narrow at me.

"Why am I here?" I ask. I was proud of myself. My voice came out way stronger than I felt. I notice a muscle working in his jaw as he glares at me. He lets out a deep breath and turns to drop the towel into the bowl.

"Because.. I want you here," he says, My eyes widen slightly at his admission. He pulls up a chair close to the edge of the bed and plops down as if he owned the place. Hell, he probably did.

"I refuse to be your sex slave. You might as well kill me now." I raise my chin defiantly and he raises an eyebrow at me. After a moment a small snicker escapes his lips and then a full blown laugh is born. He throws his head back in amusement, his blonde waves falling away from his face. His deep dimples are shining through and I can feel my heart melting at the sight.

"Baby doll, if I wanted you to be my sex slave..." He stands from his chair crawling onto the bed inches away from my face.

"I would have taken your vulnerable little body hours ago." His blue orbs roam down my body suggestively and back up to my eyes and he throws me a wink. I gasp in outrage immediately trying to scoot back and distance myself from him. The action is so sudden that I completely forget that my hand is in a cast and I cry out as excruciating pain shoots up my arm from me placing pressure on it.

"Shit! I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have played with you like that.." Nicolai's eyes look genuinely worried but anger is coursing through my veins. He wasn't capable of remorse he was a monster and I could never forget that.

"Get away from me!" I shout in fear. He looks at me incredulously.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Lissette." He reaches for me and panic explodes in my chest.

"Get away! You probably get off on my pain just like your psychotic boss!" Nicolai's gaze shifts from worried to anger in a split second and he jerks away from me. I can see him clenching his fists at his sides trying to reign in his temper I'm assuming.

"You know nothing about my Capo. You'd do well to remember to keep your mouth shut about him." He growls before walking out of the room and slamming the door shut.

~

Nicolai.

Fucking cunt. She knew absolutely nothing about Luca. She didn't share the hardships any of us have faced. She had no right to speak of him like she knew him. Luca was hanging on by a thread as we spoke. Dr. Shotwell said he'd call when he awoke. That was 3 days ago. Each time I called the office no one would speak to me. Even when Romelo and I tried to visit, he turned us away. There was something he wasn't telling us.

I'd hate to have to get ugly with Dr. Shotwell, but if it meant getting information on Luca's condition, that's what we would have to do. I was going to re-administer Lissette's shots to keep her unconscious, but she was awake when I walked into the room which was not good.

I decide to head into my room and get ready. Dr. Shotwell would be leaving his office in a few hours and Romelo and I had come up with a plan. We were going to ambush him, scare him, and make him tell us the truth. Basic scare tactics. He knew who we were and he knew the mess he was getting himself into when he agreed to be the private physician of the family. So now it was time to remind him of who we were. I don't think he showed Romelo and I fear because he knew us as Luca's pawns We just did what was told.

He feared Luca more than anything. But now it was time to remind him who he should be fearing while the Capo was out of commission. I'm pulling a shirt over my head when I hear shuffling behind me. My muscles immediately tense and I pull my gun out of my jeans immediately honing in on the unwelcome visitor.

I'm met with Lissette's wide eyes staring at me in shock and fear. A squeal escapes her lips and she jumps back. I let out an irritated sigh. What the hell was she doing sneaking into my bedroom, I could have killed her. I turn back to what I was originally doing not sparing her a glance. I was still irritated by her choice of words earlier.

"You really should knock around here. I could have shot you," I say. I hear her gasp as I place my gun holster around my back.

I turn back around and she's watching me. But there's something off about her gaze. Her eyes are slightly squinted. Then I remember. She wears glasses. She was probably blind as a fucking bat right now. I make a mental note to go by her place and get some of her things if they hadn't already destroyed all evidence of her existing. Her hair was big and wavy and looked sexy as hell around her shoulders.

Ignoring my feelings I walk to the desk and grab the pill bottle walking towards her.

"These are for the pain. You're supposed to take one every 4 hours. And the last dosage is probably already wearing off so you might want to take this soon." She looks at the bottle and looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"I'm not taking those," she growls. Damn stubborn woman. I didn't have time for this. So I just drop the bottle on the ground in front of me and head towards the door.

"Take them or not, doesn't matter to me. I was just trying to help you out," I say opening the door and heading into the kitchen. I open the fridge and pull out the Chinese takeout I had gotten earlier for her setting it on the table.

She had to eat something and judging from the way she was acting she was too prideful or scared to eat it while I was here. I hear her light footsteps behind me. I don't know why I was taking care of her. Or why I was leaving her here in my home like I trusted her. If I was Luca I would have drugged her ass a long time ago and left her here unconscious while I was gone. But I wasn't Luca and I couldn't do that to her. Which is why Luca is the Capo.

"Eat or don't eat makes no difference to me. I'll be back later." I don't even wait for a response from her. I didn't want to deal with her right now there was too much going on for me to squabble with a woman whose life I saved. I walk out the front door putting in a special code which would keep her from leaving and head straight to meet Romelo.

~

We've been sitting in the parking lot for 30 minutes now waiting for Dr. Shotwell. Romelo was in the seat next to me reading a medical journal. Hm.

"How much longer do we have to wait here. I thought you said he got off 30 minutes ago." Romelo doesn't look up as he responds.

"He's a doctor. They don't always get off when they're supposed to," he mumbles. Silence stretches over the car again. This time, Romelo decides to break the silence.

"So how's the agent?" His head is still down but I can see the small smile tugging at his lips. I wanted to punch him.

"Annoying," I growl out. This peaks his interest and his head finally raises and he closes his book.

"How so?"

"She has a mouth on her," I growl. I hated women with attitudes. My taste was sweet and innocent women, that loved to make me happy and I would do just the same for them. Not nerdy loud mouth agents that didn't know they were pushing buttons. I hear Romelos snickers.

"Put her mouth to better use," Romelo says nonchalantly. I have to let his comment slide over me. Romelo and Luca were like two peas in a pod. Except with Luca, he didn't hide his ways. Romelo liked to play with people. Earning their trust and shattering it like glass. I think the only person he ever feared was Luca and his father.

Sometimes he made me a little uneasy. Like the times when Luca wasn't around, because he could get a little out of hand. Luca was the only person that knew how to handle him. I only relied on our years of friendship to control Romelo. And now that Luca was out of commission I could only hope that Romelo had something to occupy him.

"You know, women have more uses than sex," I say irritated by his comment. He laughs.

"Right." He opens the medical journal and starts reading it again. Romelo was an outcast as well. He grew up in a very abusive home. And not abusive in the way Luca was raised. Abusive as in his father beat the hell out of him along with his mother. And when his father wasn't beating him, he was beating Romelo's mother.

His mother made him do awful things. And his father as well. Both his parents were despicable people and they raised a monster for a son. Luckily Luca took a liking to him and saved him from a life on the streets where he would've been caught eventually and given the death penalty for his psychotic tendencies.

Romelo has always had a disregard for women. It was rumored that his father snapped and killed his mother, but I didn't find out until I had become friends with him that it was Romelo that killed his family. And the scene was something you'd find in a horror film.

"What the hell are you looking at anyway?" I say trying to change the subject.

"Pressure points."

"What the hell are you reading about pressure points for?"

"What the hell do you need that agent for, if not for sex?" I choose not to respond.

"Touché." I sit back in the seat and watch the door to the office. I should have brought something to snack on. Finally, the door opens and out comes Dr. Shotwell. He's walking to his car which we parked right beside. We both exit the car and his footsteps falter as he notices us. His eyes grow wide.

"Been busy, 'Doc'?" I say. He looks as if he's about to make a run for it but chooses not to.

"H-how can I help you gentleman." I could hear the vibrato in his voice. He was scared.

"We just want an update on our capo. You told us you would contact us when he woke. And that was 3 days ago. You won't return our calls either, so we decided to pay you a visit.." Romelo pulls a knife next to me never breaking eye contact with the Dr.

"You know, to remind you that we're still waiting," I say trying to make my voice as sinister as can be.

"O-o-of course, I'm sorry I've just been-" Romelo is moving before I can give him any indication to. He pins Dr. Shotwell to the car and he shouts in a panic. Romelo is holding the knife to his throat.

"Cut the shit, Doctor. Tell us what's going on with Luca, and we'll have no reason to put you in a damn hospital.. or worse."

"Romelo!" I shout. Was he fucking stupid? If he killed the man Luca would have to be taken to a public hospital and that was a definite no no.

"He hasn't woken yet! He's in a coma. On his own! We took him off the medications so he would wake, but he's non-responsive! Please we're doing everything we can!" Dr. Shotwell begins crying and I grab Romelo off of him. I grab him by the collar pulling him close to my face so he could see how serious I was.

"What the hell is going on," I growl.

"I'm not sure.. The trauma in his head and on his body may have been too much to bear we don't know for certain.. He's not out of the woods yet. If he can't come back on his own, well there may be nothing we can do... We may have to pull the plug.." His eyes are wide and fear is evident in his gaze.

I look to Romelo and his expression is troubled.

"We want to see him," I say. The Doctor immediately nods his head vigorously and scurries back into the hospital.

There was gauze wrapped around his head, a tube down his throat, stitches in his face. Luca looked like he was dead. And if it weren't for the slow rhythmic beeping, in the room, I would have assumed he was.

"Damn Luca...," I say. I walk closer to him. He was so still and looked so weak. I had never seen him like this before. I look up at Romelo and he looked lost as well. There was a slight panic in his gaze.

"What are we supposed to do," I murmur to myself. Luca was always the guy with a plan. And now he was barely hanging on by a thread. The sight of him like this made me hurt. I wasn't seeing my Capo, but my best friend. And there was a chance he wouldn't make it.

I take a seat in the chair next to his bed.

"C'mon man, y-you got to pull through this.. You have to.. not just for us, but Elise.. And your child. They are going to want to see you again.. "

"Nicolai." I look up at Romelos panicked face.

"We don't even know where Elise is." I take in his words and shut my eyes tightly.

"Fuck." We sure didn't. According to Dr. Shotwell Luca wasn't going to gain consciousness anytime soon. We couldn't even ask him where she was. And she was going to have their baby, the heir to the throne any day now. We couldn't update her on her husband or anything.

I drop my head in my hands.

"This is so fucked up."