Dangerous Kisses

Tribal

I shivered at the thought but asked no more questions. I really didn't want to know the rest.

Dante opened a package of alcohol wipes and gently placed one on my right knee. I hissed as I wrapped my bruised hand around his wrist. Our eyes connected, "Sorry." He mumbled.

He took my hand that was around his wrist and lifted it, placing it on the edge of the counter. I gripped it as he continued cleaning the blood off then moving to my left knee.

"Do they have certain woman they go after?" I found myself asking as I watched him expertly cleaning my wounds.

Dante seemed as if he was expecting the question since he answered without hesitation, "Yes."

I raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue, "Like?"

Dante huffed as he threw away the bloodied wipes, my knees now free from blood and dirt. He looked at me for a bit, like he was studying me to see if I was worthy enough of the knowledge, "They go after woman who are involved with other gangs."

"But I'm not apart of a gang."

Dante placed two bandaids on my right knee that had connected with the concrete first while I was being attacked, "Then you must've been seen with someone who was or is in gang."

I tried thinking back to who that person could possibly be and only one person came to mind, "Cody?" I asked.

Dante scrunched up his eyebrows as he wetted a wash cloth and began cleaning my thighs and legs. I shivered at his touch and close proximity, "Who?"

I rolled my eyes as I watched him clean me, "Blondie that didn't walk me to my car."

"Oh, that dïck? Maybe." Dante said nonchalantly.

I gasped at his choice of words but he ignored it, "Yes...that one."

Dante threw the dirty washcloth in the sink and stepped back, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. I gasped, again, at the sight of his tan, muscular chest. His muscles bulged as he pulled the shirt over his head, causing me to gawke. His perfect chest had me practically drooling, "W-what are you doing?"

Dante handed the shirt to me, "Put this shirt on since your dress is torn."

I grabbed his shirt from his outstretched hand hesitantly, "Why couldn't you go get me another one?"

Dante raised an eyebrow, "Why? Is seeing me without a shirt making you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head, "No," I said a little shaky.

"Then put the shirt on." Dante said, crossing his arms across his chest.

I huffed and slouched against the bathroom mirror, "I can't do it while you're watching me."

"Right." Dante winked as he turned his naked back towards me.

I held in a breath as I took in his muscular back-this guy was literally all muscle. The tattoo that I had seen on campus stretched across his whole back in a tribal pattern. I could see multiple scars lining his spine and shoulder blades, I nearly reached out to touch them.

I held back my urge as I slipped down off the vanity and pulled the remains of my dress off. It tore some more as I stepped out of it causing me to cringe and have a sudden flashback of the two muggers-or gang members, Dante had called them.

Dante cleared his throat and I quickly pulled his shirt over my head, it reached to my knees and smelt of cologne and smoke.

"Okay." I mumbled, grabbing Dante's attention.

He turned around quickly and took my new outfit in. He bit his lip ring, causing my knees to tremble. I grabbed ahold of the counter to keep me up, "I'm scared to look in the mirror."

Dante chuckled as he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, "You look fine."

I looked anything but fine. My remaining makeup was my mascara that had ran down my face from crying. Black smudges were outlining under my eyes and my eyes were red, as if I had just accidentally got soap in them. My hair was ratted and covered in dirt. A small line of blood ran from my hair line to the top of my eyebrow-I touched it and winced.

"It's just a scratch." Dante said, looking at me in the mirror.

Our eyes connected and I had this sudden feeling that not many people saw this side of him. Looking at him you would expect a cold, cranky body builder. I smiled at him, "Thank you...really."

He nodded his head but said nothing more. Reaching for his wet cloth he brought it over my face and wiped my blood and makeup off.

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