Renee's Pov
Ty comes into the room and instantly engulfs me in a hug. I cry in his arms and he holds me as Elijah stands by the door clenching his jaw.
His face and hands are no longer covered in blood but his shirt still holds the now drying liquid.
"I want to go home," I say to Ty and he nods his head.
"I'll take you back to the apartment," he says and I shake my head and stare at the floor not meeting Elijah's eyes.
"I want to go to Mia's" I say in a small voice, already knowing how Elijah is going to react.
"The fuck you are!" He shouts making me flinch and I look at Ty begging him to help me with my eyes.
"Elijah she ju-" Ty begins to speak before Elijah stops him. "No, she's not going anywhere and if you fücking argue with me I'm going to shoot you in the head," he says so calmly that it literally sends shivers down my spine and no not the pleasant one's.
When I told Elijah that I was scared of him I meant it. I thought I was going die today and I'm not normally scared of death but laying on the floor with Theo hovering over me was a real Eye-opener.
"Please, I just need to breathe," I say in a small voice as I look at him allowing my eyes to fill with water.
"Someone tried to fücking kill you, Renee, you're not going anywhere! you're a freaking open target if I let you leave"
"I'll keep watch over the house," Ty offers and Elijah sends him a death glare.
"No," he says simply like it was his choice, it's my freaking life!
"You can't tell me what to do!" I shout at him and he turns his head slowly to face me. I grab Ty's hand for strength and watch as Elijah's eyes follow the action.
"You're not going anywhere unless I go with you and if you don't want me there then you're not fücking going. I almost lost you today baby girl, you're not leaving my sight"
"Fine," I answer not looking at him. All I want is my best friend to hold me and tell me everything's going to be okay.
***
"I'm parked right down the street," Elijah tells me and I nod my head.
He sighs heavily before reaching over and unbuckling my seat belt. "Talk to me baby," he says to me, tugging on my wild curls.
We drove back to the apartment after the incident, where I took a shower and changed my clothes.
I sat on the kitchen counter quietly, while he took care of my injuries with a scowl on his face, asking repeatedly if I wanted to go to the hospital and muttering curses in Italian when I shook my head. I haven't spoken since we came back and I can tell its irritating him.
I'm not scared of him. Not really. And that's the frustrating part. He walks into a room completely soaked in blood and I all I want is to throw myself in his arms.
"Goodbye," I say, opening the door.
Elijah stops me and gives me a hard look. "What do you want? What do you need me to do?" He says breathing heavily. I play with my nails and bite my lips not knowing what I wanted from him.
It wasn't his fault that this happened. He reaches over and places me on his lap so that I'm straddling him.
"I'm dyeing here Mia Vita, you won't talk to me and I don't know what to do. Will you let me kiss you?"
He pleads and I look into his ocean eyes and see that he's struggling to hold himself together.
"Per favore," he begs again, kissing me on both my eyes. I was scared, not because he was so recently covered in blood but because I wanted him to kiss me. And what does that say about me? What does that say about my morals?
I nod my head and his hands tighten around my waist almost painfully.
"Use your words baby," he says roughly and I swallow my saliva before answering.
"You can kiss me," I hardly get the chance to say, because the minute I open my mouth his lips are already on mine, kissing me so roughly it almost hurts.
He runs his hands through my hair and tugs, violently angling my head in a direction that's suitable to him.
His tongue thrust into my mouth and a gasp leaves my lips. I begin unconsciously grinding my hips and Elijah stops me with his hands, keeping me firmly in place.
"You test my self control, Renée" he whispers in my ear sending a shiver down my spine.
I look at him with wide eyes not knowing what to do with the sexual energy running through my veins.
"Don't look at me like that"
"Like what?" I ask and he grinds his teeth.
"Like you're so fucking ready for me," he growls and I bite my lips as colour spreads across my face, making me as red as a tomato.
"I bet you're soaking wet for me Sì?"
"Stop," I say beginning to feel embarrassed.
"Are you Renée? Are you wet for me?" He demands almost willing me to say no as he looks at me.
"Yes," I whisper shifting on his lap when I feel him hardening against my thighs.
He roughly grips my jaw demanding that I look at him.
"You belong to me Renée, your pleasure belongs to me. I don't give a fück what anybody else thinks," he says and I nod my head.
"When you asked for Nick today do you know what that did to me? I don't know why I feel this way and honestly I don't fücking care anymore, I just want you"
"I want to taste you. I want your legs wrapped around my waist as I pleasure you, I want you to scream my name because no one else can make you feel the way I can Mia Vita," he says taking a deep breath before looking at me again.
"I want to protect you and I know I've done a shitty job so far but I hope you believe me. Do you believe me?" He asks and I look at him as tears spring to my eyes, feeling emotional after what happened today. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my lips to his as I kiss him gently, filling my lungs with his orange and leather sent.
"I believe you and I'm sorry," I say in a small voice. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I was just scared. I thought Theo was- I thought-," I shake my head not being able to finish the sentence and he kisses my forehead.
"It's okay baby, like I said before, you don't need to apologise," I nod my head and smile at him.
He shakes his head with a smile on his face as he stares at me with raised eyebrows.
"What?"
"Nothing," he answers kissing my lips softly.
"I'm waiting for you to break down and start screaming and shit," he says and I shrug my shoulders.
"I'm kinda surprised I haven't," I say with a nervous chuckle as he puts me back in my seat.
"Should I be worried?" He asks and I tilt my head in thought.
"I don't think so, my mind is great at suppressing unwanted memories," I reply kissing him on last time before opening the door and walking up to Mia's house. I take a deep breath before ringing the door bell.
Mia opens the door and her eyes widen when she sees my face or more precisely my nose, which is now an angry purple colour.
"The hell!? What happened!?" She yells and I hold my hands up.
"I'll tell you everything," I say and she closes her opened mouth. "Like you have an option," she says engulfing me a hug and pulling me inside."
I'm so happy right now, I can't wipe this stupid smile off my face. Anyway, Happy reading and all that shit Tata.