Chased By Suits #Wattys2016- Book I

Pazza Donna

I heard a crash and when I looked back to see what was going on, I saw the boy holding his head. I think he collided with the table as one of the cups we were drinking from earlier got knocked down and shattered.

He got up, dusted himself, all that while looking with a deadly gaze into my eyes, making me gulp and tense my whole body.

Oh sweet Jesus.

He got up ,but froze when he looked to my left towards the door.

I didn't get to look as I just heard three loud thuds on the wooden floor and a body tackled the boy back on the ground, breaking one of my plastic newspaper stands.

The body straddled the boy and barely managed to deviate an incoming punch to the right, missing the teenager's face by a few centimetres.

It was Leo.

"What is the meaning of this, Marco?" I heard Dante's voice ask, very close to my side,right above me.

I looked up at him, his eyes immediately zeroing in on my swelling jaw.

His own jaw tightened and his confusion was gone, slowly overtaken by white hot anger.

He clenched his fists, crouching to my level on the floor.

He examined my face and every bit of skin visible, searching for any other wounds, but he saw none.

He sighed, looked assuringly into my eyes and snaked a hand behind my neck, slightly bringing me forward to kiss my forehead with a long meaningful kiss.

I tried smiling, but the pain in my jaw didn't let me do so.

After another glance my way, Dante raised to his feet and turned, but not before I caught a feral look on his face.

That boy is dead.

Leo turned to see what was going on and as soon as he got a look at Dante's face, he jumped off the teenager and backed off, looking a little scared.

Yup...very dead.

Leo sidestepped Dante, making his way to me.

"What hurts?" He asked, looking for injuries himself.

"It would be easier to say what didn't hurt" I got out an airy laugh,my voice cracking by the end.

As soon as I said those words I saw movement behind Leo and I managed to redirect my gaze just in time to see Dante and the youngster standing one in front of the other and a sudden punch being thrown with immense force into the boy's stomach, making him drop to his knees, but Dante getting him back on his feet by his shirt, not letting him hit the ground.

Dante said something to him close by his ear and I couldn't make out what it was, but it made the boy's eyes widen and he shook his head vehemently.

"Dante, I think I'm OK. You can leave the kid alone...." I tried to reason, suddenly feeling pity for the boy, even though he didn't deserve it.

Dante hesitated with his next blow, turning his body to face me, a little more calm look on his features.

I tried to smile in reassurance ,but right in that moment Leo slipped his hands under my armpits and helped me up,my ribs screaming in protest

I heard a guttural short scream,filled with overwhelming emotions, two words coming to mind immediately: pain and torture.

I didn't realise at first that it came from me. I screamed like never before because of the injured bones being strained more than I can take.

The room froze. You could hear a pin drop clearly.

I started taking rapid short breath, trying to subdue the renewed pain.

Great.. Just great.

I am an absolute fucking idiot that serves expensive tea to little ungrateful shits and later gets backhanded by the same ungrateful bitch.

Just great. I'm so fucking amazing.

Oh my god..... Please have mercy...

Nope... Doesn't work.

Still hurts like giving birth.

If I were to guess what degree of pain birthing has, I would say right about this one.

Uh-huh.

Fuck

Motherfucke- fuck...shit.

Shieeet.

I continued cursing in my head, trying to distract myself from the ache in my torso and face.

Leo placed a warm hand on my back and rubbed comforting circles with his thumb through my shirt, slowly leading me to an armchair.

After he seated me, he gently peeled my shirt off, exposing an extremely ugly forming bruise. If you looked close enough, you could see the outline of the door knob into my skin.

Leo grimaced and turned to Dante, who was now fuming. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared, his fists clenching tightly, making his knuckles turn white.

He exhaled through clenched teeth and turned to the boy, forgetting everything about blood relations and brotherhood.