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Morgan Rivero is the leader of the most powerful mafia in the country. Romeo Mazzaro, also known as Lucifer, is the leader of the second most powerful mafia, and is rapidly catching up.
Morgan is set to make Romeo, the heartless gang le...
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•Morgan•
The pain in my throat caused me to wake up, much earlier than I would've liked. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping the pain would subside however, that, of course, doesn't happen.
After debating my options—option one, lay in bed and suffer until Romeo wakes up; option two, text him, which he would take forever to reply because he's asleep; or option three, go into his room and ask for help—I decide on option three. As much as I don't want to, the pain in my throat is unbearable.
I tiptoe over to his room, quietly opening the door and entering. I take a seat next to his shirtless body, poking his arm until he stirs awake. "Hm?" He groans.
"Sorry", I wince. "Sorry for waking you so early", he rubs his eyes, sitting up next to me.
"Are you okay?" He asks, I shake my head. "What's the time?" I show him my phone, 4:42am.
"Sorry it's so early", I croak, squeezing my eyes shut from the pain, again.
"I've got to get up soon anyway", he rubs his eyes again. "What's wrong?" I point to my throat, not wanting to talk anymore. "Your throat?" I nod. He leads me into his bathroom, sitting me on the counter. "Open your mouth, and stick your tongue out", I do that, saying 'ah', then laughing at how stupid I probably look. "It looks like you've got a throat infection. You're going to have to take antibiotics for it. Lucky for you, I have a packet in here", he opens a cupboard, giving me two antibiotics.
"Thanks", I jump down from the counter, going to grab my bottle of water from my room to take the tablets. After taking them, I scroll through my phone for a while before I make my way back to Romeos room, scratching my arms. "Why are my arms so itchy?" I begin to get rashes all over me. "What were those tablets?"
"Penicillin, why?" Fuck.
"I'm allergic to that!" I continue scratching my arms while freaking out.
"What? Oh shit. I—I didn't know, it was all I had", he starts freaking out with me. "Didn't you know it was for infections? You should've asked what I gave you".
"I didn't know what it's used for. I've never had to know because I've never had it before", I start to scratch my legs. "Just take me to a hospital please", he nods, grabbing a shirt and his keys. I grab the nearest sweater I can find, pulling it over my tank top.
"We're taking the Mercedes because it's the first set of keys I picked up", he gets in, waiting for me to get in too. "Try not to scratch them, it will make it worse", he says as we're on our way. I close my eyes, holding back my sarcastic comment.
"Alright", I breathe, trying my best not to scratch my arms and legs. "On the bright side, my throat's stopped hurting", I try to lighten the mood.
