Chapter 10
"What?" I ask as I feel Michael's eyes burning a hole in the side of my head.
"You tell me," he answers cryptically as he takes a casual swig of his beer. He continues to stare at me with a raised eyebrow. I really hate it when he talks in riddles.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I snap. I can't help it, he's putting a damper on my good mood.
"Whoa," he raises his hand in surrender. "I was just asking what has you in such a good mood. I mean the last time I talked to you, you were stress out about the whole Liz thing, now you have that silly smile plastered on your face. What gives?"
Shrugging my shoulder, I make my way into his kitchen. "Nothing," I answer evasively. I stare down at the sink full of dishes with what looks like mold growing around them. "Don't you ever wash dishes?" I frown.
"Fuck the dishes, Maxwell. I want to know what has you grinning like the Kool-Aid man," he questions, plopping down on one of the stools and eyeing me expectantly.
"Can't a guy be happy without having a reason?"
"Not you, especially since you were suppose to tell Slim you couldn't work for him any longer."
"Yeah, well. . ." I shrug, ignoring his suspicious glare.
"You didn't tell him," he throws his arms up in astonishment. "What the hell are you waiting for? The longer you hang around, the harder it’s going to be for you to stay away from Liz." At the mention of Liz's name, I lower my head guilty.
"Aw man, tell me you didn't," he groans. Seeing the answer to his question written all over my face, he blows up. "You did. Are you crazy?" he shouts. He doesn't give me a chance to answer as he begins pacing back and forward in front of me. "What the hell were you thinking? Oh that's right, you were letting your dick lead you to certain death," he continues. "I hope she was a good fuck, because once Slim finds out. . .and trust me. . .he will find out, you're dead." he stares at me pointedly.
"First of all, watch how you talk about Liz," I growl. "Second, Slim isn't going to find out," I answer simply as I grab another beer and make my way into the living room. He lets out a laughing snort as he sits down heavily beside me.
"Max, we live in fucking small town Roswell, how long do you think it will be before your little secret rendezvous comes to light?" he raises a knowing eyebrow at me. I sigh heavily knowing that he is right, but I refuse to let him tarnish what Liz and I share and tell him as much.
"What you share," he gawks. "The only thing the two of you will be sharing are matching headstones if you continue with this. I suggest you end this thing Max, and quickly."
"I don't think I can," I admit softly.
"What do you mean?" I can hear the confusion in his voice and the truth is, I'm just as confused as he is. Not to sound all sappy or girly, but last night had been the most beautiful experience I have ever shared with a woman. Don't get me wrong, I haven't been with a lot of woman, but the woman that I have been with, never made me feel the way Liz did last night. All the others had been exactly what Michael said...a good fuck, but Liz, Liz is different. She makes me want things that I've never wanted with anyone before. It's funny, but I can picture us together, happily married with kids in a big house overlooking the ocean.
"I think I'm falling for her," I answer seriously.
"What you're falling for is lust," he returns, reaching for his beer .
Shaking my head in denial, I turn so that I can face him. "It's not lust. . .I think. . .I think I'm falling in love with her." The beer stops in mid air as he stares at me with wide eyes. He sets it back on the table before turning to regard me silently.
"Max listen to yourself. You're talking about someone else's girl. Not just someone, but your bosses girl on top of that. A boss that happens to be the biggest mobster in New Mexico. Why? Why out of every girl in Roswell. . .you had to fall for Slim's girl?"
"It's not like I set out to fall in love with her," I groan in frustration, "It just happened," I tell him, running a shaky hand through my hair.
"Is that what your explanation is going to be when Slim's busting your kneecaps into a million pieces? It just happened," he laughs sarcastically.
"Whatever, I don't have time for this shit," I bite in anger as I stand to leave.
"Max," he grabs my arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Look, I just don't want to see anything happen to you over this chick." I can see the sincerity in his eyes and I feel some of the anger drain from my body as I sigh heavily. "I'm just worried about you. You're the closest thing I have to a brother and I'm just watching your back." he shrugs.
"I know, thanks man," I nod, and we stand in awkward silence.
"So what are you going to do? 'Cause I've seen the way you two are when you're in the same room. . .you can melt a iceberg with the heated stares you share," he chuckles and I can't help the smile that slides across my face at his light teasing. I playfully punch him in the shoulder, which he returns with a quick kicked to my ass.
"Seriously," he says once we sobers as and slouch down on the sofa. "Do you really think you're going to be able to handle seeing them together?" I think hard about his question, knowing that he was right. Will I be able to stand being in the same room with them after the intense night we shared?
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As soon as I cross the threshold, I'm hit with the heavy scent of alcohol and cigarettes. I nod to a couple of people I know as I make my way to the bar where I see Michael talking to Manny. Well from the looks of it , it's more like arguing.
"S'up?" I speak over the loud music as I slide onto one of the barstools. Manny's giving me the evil eye and I just smirk cause he knows that as much as he hates me, he can't do a damn thing about me being in his place. "S'up Manny," I grin just to irritate him. He gives me the finger before storming back off to his office.
"What was that about?" I ask Michael as he hands me a beer.
"Nothing," he growls as he turns to fix some guys drink at the end of the bar. I know something is up, but I don't push him. Knowing Michael, he'll talk when he's ready. After leaving Michael's earlier, I went home intending on changing before heading over to the community center to see Liz, but when I got there I found Tori knocking at my door.
"Where the hell have you been?" I snap.
"Don't start Max," she rolls her eyes. "Where's Chloe?" she ask casually. Is she for real?
"Why the hell do you care? If you cared so much, you wouldn't have left her at my door in the middle of the night while you went off to fuck some prick," I growl, stepping around her to enter my apartment.
"Screw you Max, you don't know a thing about me and frankly it's none of your business," she shouts.
"Really?" I seethe, standing inches from her face, "I believe you made it my business when you left her with me...or all the other nights I've came home to find her sitting alone outside your door while you turn tricks. You're lucky I'm the one that finds her. Do you know how many sick perverts are out there and you just leave her out here for any Tom, Dick or Harry," I spit out. I may be out of like, but I care about Chloe and she doesn't deserve a mom who abandons her a quick screw.
"Oh and you're Mr. Saint," she cracks sarcastically.
"This isn't about me Tori. It's about you."
"I didn't come here to argue with you, I just came to pick up Chloe. Where is she?"
"She's not here," I answer before turning back toward my door.
"What do you mean she's not here? Where is she?" she grabs my arm before I can get inside my apartment, and I glare down at her. She quickly lets go, but hovers near my door. "Look, I'm sorry for leaving her like that, but I didn't have a choice," her voice begins to tremble, "I fucked up. I stole some money from this guy and he threaten to hurt her if I didn't pay him back. I manage to avoid him for now. I just want to get Chloe and leave town. Y-you think you could spot me a couple of bucks...I-I have a sister in Colorado that says I can stay with her for awhile?" She stares up at me with pleading eyes, and I don't know what to do. I mean I can't keep Chloe myself. I don't know the first thing about raising a kid, but then if Tori was allowed to have one. . .
"I swear, if you're lying to me, I will kill you myself," I threaten and she nods her head in understanding.
So I had spent most of the day helping her pack what little belongings she and Chloe had into some boxes before picking Chloe up from Isabel's and dropping them off at the Greyhound in Albuquerque. Just to make sure she wasn't trying to pull a fast one on me, I called her sister in Colorado who was indeed expecting her and Chloe and had spent the next thirty minutes thanking me for looking out for her niece.
"I know Tori is a mess, I hope this insistent makes her open her eyes and she starts paying more attention to Chloe." I can hear the relief in her voice and for Chloe's sake I hope Tori can get her shit together.
The sudden breeze across my face breaks me out of my thoughts and I look up in time to see Kyle walk through the door followed closely by Isabel, Sean and Maria. I feel my breath hitch a few seconds later when Liz steps through the door. She's dressed in a cute little number that shows off her legs and accentuates every beautiful curve of her body. She's wearing a black, sleeveless turtle neck and I feel a smile tug at my lips knowing that she was trying to hide the hickey I placed there last night and a pair of blue jeans that right low on her hips. Our eyes lock and she sends me sly smile before she focus her attention toward the door. I look behind her to see Slim come through the door and wrap his arm around her waist. I feel the jealousy rise in me, but quickly cover it as they make their way over to the bar.
"Max," he smiles, holding his hand out to me. I shake his proffered hand and fight to focus my attention on him and not Liz. He orders a bottle of Dom that Manny kept especially for him. "Max, come grab a table with me." By the look on his face, I knew this was about business. Grabbing my beer, I follow him to the back to a secluded area that was just out of view of the public, but you could still see the dance floor ahead.
"I'm going to go dance," Liz announces as we began to slide into the booth.
"Hold on." Slim grabs her hand before she could escape. I watch enviously as he brushes a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before caressing her cheek. He whispers something in her ear and she lowers her eyes shyly. I try to look away, hating the fact that he gets to touch her so freely while what we share has to be kept behind closed doors. I clutch the bottle tightly in my hand as I watch him lower his head and kiss her. I don't know how long the kiss actually last, but it seems like forever before he finally pulled away, brushing his thumb across her swollen lips.
"Save me a dance," he winks and she nods stiffly before rushing to the dance floor where Maria and Isabel are dancing circles around Kyle and Sean. My eyes follow her as she makes her retreat, watching as her hips sway slightly to the music. I quickly avert my eyes when Slim focus back on me with a huge smile on his face.
"God I missed her," he grins and I smile tightly. "I hope she's not giving you any problems. I know she can be a handful sometimes," he chuckles.
"She's fine," I answer, taking a long swig of my beer.
"Good. . .good." We continue to talk about how things were going in his absence. Some time later Maria comes to the table to pull both of us onto the dance floor. Kyle's dancing with some red-head while Isabel drags Sean back on the floor. Maria tries to get me to loosen up, but when she sees that I'm not up to it, she goes in search of Michael. A few minutes later I laugh as I watch her pull a protesting Michael on the dance floor. My laughter died in my throat as my eyes land on Liz and Slim. His arms are wrapped tightly around her tiny waist as he buried his face in her long locks. I clutch the neck of my beer as I watch her envelop her arms around his neck, her fingers playing softly in his nape. I feel that green eyed monster breathing heavily down my neck. Before I'm even aware of it, I've finished my beer and I'm in need of another drink, something with a little kick.
"Let me get a Blood of Satan," I shout over the loud music at the tall red-head, Anna, that took Michael's place. She raises a eyebrow at me and regards me with a small smile.
"That's a pretty potent drink. You think you can handle it?" she flirts as she leans over the bar, giving me a nice view of her cleavage.
"Trust me sweetheart, I can handle anything you can dish out," I return with a wink. Her cheeks instantly turn red before she turns to mix my drink. My eyes travel toward the dance floor once again. His hands are now caressing her ass as they sway to the music. My nostrils flare and I ball my fists tightly in order to keep from going over there and rip her away from him, but I can't. Maybe Michael was right, I should end this because there is no way in hell I can watch them together.
"Here you go hun." I turn and she sits the drink do in front of me. "You know I got a break coming up in like five minutes. . .how about a dance," she suggests with a hopeful smile. I briefly glance over towards the dance floor, before regarding her once again.
"Why not," I shrug, tilting back the glass and downing it in one long swallow. The shit burns like hell as it slides down my throat, but it doesn't deter me from ordering two more.
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Don't ask me how I ended up in this position. One minute we're dancing to Snoop's 'Drop it Like it's Hot' and the next I'm pressed up against the wall in the private section of the club while Anna is placing kiss all over my neck. My hands are resting on her hips and I realize they're the wrong size. I open my eyes which are heavy from the alcohol and stare down at her bent head. Red, that's all I see, again it's wrong.
"Stop," I mumble. Either she didn't hear me over the loud music or she didn't care, but when she starts to unbutton my shirt, I grab her hands, pushing her away from me.
"What's wrong?" She looks up at me in confusion.
"Nothing. This isn't going to happen," I tell her, buttoning up my shirt.
"Why not?" she whispers seductively as she plaster herself against my side and run her hand over my chest.
"Not going to happen," I say more firmly as I step out of her reach and pick up her sweater from the floor and hand it to her. She stares at me and I feel like a complete ass for leading her on. It was never my intentions to end up in this room with her, but the more I watched Liz with him, the more my jealousy took over. Of course the three Blood of Satan's and a bruised ego didn't help matters. She shrugs before slipping into her sweater.
I wait for her at the door as she fixes her hair and adjusts her skirt. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I pull open the door, coming face to face with Liz.
Damn!
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Sorry if this part sucks, I know it wasn't alot of M/L interaction, but I promise the next chapter will be. I also have good news. I'm kid-free this weekend, so I should have another chapter to this and a new part to God Sent out hopefully this weekend. I can work uninterrupted while I munch on Thanksgiving leftovers...lol. Anyways, once again I apologize if this isn't worthy, but I'll make it up to you, Didn't want you to have to wait any much longer.
XOXOXO
LS
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Chapter 11
Even with the loud music thumping through the speakers, the air around us is silent. She stands there, staring between the two of us with hurt in her eyes before she quickly covers it.
"There you are," Slim smiles as he comes up to us. He throws a arm around her shoulders and looks between Anna and I with a raised eyebrow. I can see the corners of his mouth lift and I know what he's thinking. I turn and tell Anna I'll talk to her later. She nods and leaves the three of us standing there.
"Listen," Slim shouts into my ear, "Elizabeth isn't feeling to well and wants to go home, but I have this meeting to attend to later. Do you mind giving her a lift home?"
"I can get home myself Stefano," she huffs out.
"None sense, Max here will make sure you get home safely." His tone doesn't leave much for argument and she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. He gives me a few last words before disappearing through the crowd. I watch him as he makes his way to a busty blonde, whisper something in her ear before the two of them enter one of the private rooms. I look down to see Liz watching them and that look returns to her face.
"Can we go now?" she says through clutched jaws. I nod tightly before following her toward the exit. The car ride is done mostly in silence. The tension is so thick, it's suffocating. She hasn't said a word since we left Manny's. Instead she opt to stare out the window. I know she's upset because the way her leg keeps bouncing a mile a minute.
"So was she a good fuck?" The sudden break in the silence startles me and I swerve slightly. Once I'm able to gain control of the car, I turn and glare at her.
"Surprised you even noticed." I can't help the jealousy that drips from my tone.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" she hisses, as she turns and glares hard at me.
"I mean with the way you were all cuddled with Slim. . . I'm surprised you even knew I was in the room." I shrug with a coolness I didn't feel. Truth is, I'm burning hot inside, and it's taking every bit of control I have to not blow up right now at her accusations.
"Let me out," she growls.
"What?" I toss a sidewards glance at her and even though it's dark, I can see the redness in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes.
"I said, LET.ME.OUT," she grounds out. I have no choice but to pull over to a clearing on the side of the road when she reaches for the door handle and begins frantically pulling at it.
"Liz!" I call out when she jumps out of the car before I could come to a complete stop. I jump out of the car and try to catch up with her angry strides. Who would have thought that someone with short legs could move so fast.
"What the hell is your problem?" I demand hotly as I manage to catch up with her and step in front of her.
"Nothing!" she yells. When she tries to sidestep me, I block her way and she huffs before turning and walking back towards the car.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that," I snort in disbelief as I make my way over to the car where she has propped herself up against. She glares at me, but doesn't say a word as she kicks the gravel with her shoe. "What? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden? You were quite verbal a few minutes ago. What was it you asked? Ah, that's right, was she a good fuck?" She tries to open the car door, but I slam it shut with a loud thud.
"Max." Her voice is pleading as I stand behind her. I can see her shoulders tremble but I don’t let up. She's the one that open this can of worms.
"Tell me Liz. Did it hurt to see me with her? To wonder if I was giving her body the same pleasures I bestowed upon you?" My breathing is heavy, parting her hair as I continue. "Did it hurt to think that I was behind that door doing god only knows, and you couldn't do a damn thing about it?" I snap.
"Why are you doing this?" she whimpers.
"Tell me!" I growl, ignoring her question. "Did it hurt?" She's crying now, but doesn't turn to look at me. "Were you jealous? Angry?" I push.
"YES!" she shouts, finally turning to glare up at me. "Yes it hurt! I wanted to punch her lights out. . .claw her eyes out! Is that what you want to hear?!" She turns away from me again and I listen as she tries to control her tears.
"Now you know how I felt." I whisper hotly against her ear as I back away from her. Silence falls around us, the only sounds are her occasional sniffles here and there. I walk over to a small cliff near the clearing that over looks the desert. Even though I can't see it through the blanket of darkness, I stare out at it nonetheless.
I hear the gravel crunch beneath her feet as she draws near. "I'm sorry," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my waist as she presses against my back.
"Liz," I sigh heavily, shaking my head. "I don't think I can do this." I admit.
"What?" she ask as she comes and stands in front of me.
"This. . .us," I elaborate, gesturing between us. "If tonight proved anything, it's that there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to pretend that there's nothing going on between us."
"What are you saying?" Her voice trembles as she stares up at me with wide eyes.
"Maybe we should just end this, whatever it is, now."
"I-is that what you want?" Tears fall from her eyes, and I stuff my hands deep into my pocket to keep from wrapping her in my arms. I know that this is killing her. It's killing me too, but I see now that I should have never let things get this far.
"No it's not what I want, but I believe it's what has to be done. I told you before, I won't be a pawn in your games," I frown.
"And I told you before, I'm not playing games," she huffs, brushing away at her tears.
"Really? Then tell me, what is this? What are we? What am I to you?" I need some clarification, some acknowledgment that she feels even an inkling of what I feel for her.
"You're the person that makes me feel things I've never felt before. Things that excite, yet scare me at the same time," she whispers softly. "I don't know what you want from me."
"I want you to make up your mind. I've never been good at sharing Liz, and I don't think I can start now."
"You're asking me to choose." It was more of a statement then a question.
"Yeah. I guess I am," I shrug, looking deep into her eyes.
"I can't. . .It’s not that simple," she sighs, turning her back on me.
"Yes it is. It's either him or me," I argue, turning her so that she is facing me. She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip.
"Do you love him?" The question seems to throw her off guard and she stands like a deer caught in highlights.
"It's complicated," she finally answers after a long pause.
"What type of hold does he have on you?" She looks away guiltily, and I sigh, dropping my hands from her arms. Things are getting to complicated right now and I really need to think. "Come on, it's getting late." I make my way to the car and climb in. A few minutes later the passenger door opens and she slides into the seat beside me. I cast a sideways glance at her. She's playing with her hands in her lap, her hair curtaining her face from my view. I take another deep breath before starting the ignition and maneuvering the car onto the road for the long ride to her place.
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A/N I know it's short, but I'm working on the next part as I type this. . . so hopefully the wait won't be to long. Those reading God Sent. This only has a few more chapters and it's finished and then I'm going to focus my attention on tha story.
XOXOXOXO
LS
Even with the loud music thumping through the speakers, the air around us is silent. She stands there, staring between the two of us with hurt in her eyes before she quickly covers it.
"There you are," Slim smiles as he comes up to us. He throws a arm around her shoulders and looks between Anna and I with a raised eyebrow. I can see the corners of his mouth lift and I know what he's thinking. I turn and tell Anna I'll talk to her later. She nods and leaves the three of us standing there.
"Listen," Slim shouts into my ear, "Elizabeth isn't feeling to well and wants to go home, but I have this meeting to attend to later. Do you mind giving her a lift home?"
"I can get home myself Stefano," she huffs out.
"None sense, Max here will make sure you get home safely." His tone doesn't leave much for argument and she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. He gives me a few last words before disappearing through the crowd. I watch him as he makes his way to a busty blonde, whisper something in her ear before the two of them enter one of the private rooms. I look down to see Liz watching them and that look returns to her face.
"Can we go now?" she says through clutched jaws. I nod tightly before following her toward the exit. The car ride is done mostly in silence. The tension is so thick, it's suffocating. She hasn't said a word since we left Manny's. Instead she opt to stare out the window. I know she's upset because the way her leg keeps bouncing a mile a minute.
"So was she a good fuck?" The sudden break in the silence startles me and I swerve slightly. Once I'm able to gain control of the car, I turn and glare at her.
"Surprised you even noticed." I can't help the jealousy that drips from my tone.
"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" she hisses, as she turns and glares hard at me.
"I mean with the way you were all cuddled with Slim. . . I'm surprised you even knew I was in the room." I shrug with a coolness I didn't feel. Truth is, I'm burning hot inside, and it's taking every bit of control I have to not blow up right now at her accusations.
"Let me out," she growls.
"What?" I toss a sidewards glance at her and even though it's dark, I can see the redness in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes.
"I said, LET.ME.OUT," she grounds out. I have no choice but to pull over to a clearing on the side of the road when she reaches for the door handle and begins frantically pulling at it.
"Liz!" I call out when she jumps out of the car before I could come to a complete stop. I jump out of the car and try to catch up with her angry strides. Who would have thought that someone with short legs could move so fast.
"What the hell is your problem?" I demand hotly as I manage to catch up with her and step in front of her.
"Nothing!" she yells. When she tries to sidestep me, I block her way and she huffs before turning and walking back towards the car.
"You're a real piece of work, you know that," I snort in disbelief as I make my way over to the car where she has propped herself up against. She glares at me, but doesn't say a word as she kicks the gravel with her shoe. "What? Cat got your tongue all of a sudden? You were quite verbal a few minutes ago. What was it you asked? Ah, that's right, was she a good fuck?" She tries to open the car door, but I slam it shut with a loud thud.
"Max." Her voice is pleading as I stand behind her. I can see her shoulders tremble but I don’t let up. She's the one that open this can of worms.
"Tell me Liz. Did it hurt to see me with her? To wonder if I was giving her body the same pleasures I bestowed upon you?" My breathing is heavy, parting her hair as I continue. "Did it hurt to think that I was behind that door doing god only knows, and you couldn't do a damn thing about it?" I snap.
"Why are you doing this?" she whimpers.
"Tell me!" I growl, ignoring her question. "Did it hurt?" She's crying now, but doesn't turn to look at me. "Were you jealous? Angry?" I push.
"YES!" she shouts, finally turning to glare up at me. "Yes it hurt! I wanted to punch her lights out. . .claw her eyes out! Is that what you want to hear?!" She turns away from me again and I listen as she tries to control her tears.
"Now you know how I felt." I whisper hotly against her ear as I back away from her. Silence falls around us, the only sounds are her occasional sniffles here and there. I walk over to a small cliff near the clearing that over looks the desert. Even though I can't see it through the blanket of darkness, I stare out at it nonetheless.
I hear the gravel crunch beneath her feet as she draws near. "I'm sorry," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my waist as she presses against my back.
"Liz," I sigh heavily, shaking my head. "I don't think I can do this." I admit.
"What?" she ask as she comes and stands in front of me.
"This. . .us," I elaborate, gesturing between us. "If tonight proved anything, it's that there is no way in hell I'm going to be able to pretend that there's nothing going on between us."
"What are you saying?" Her voice trembles as she stares up at me with wide eyes.
"Maybe we should just end this, whatever it is, now."
"I-is that what you want?" Tears fall from her eyes, and I stuff my hands deep into my pocket to keep from wrapping her in my arms. I know that this is killing her. It's killing me too, but I see now that I should have never let things get this far.
"No it's not what I want, but I believe it's what has to be done. I told you before, I won't be a pawn in your games," I frown.
"And I told you before, I'm not playing games," she huffs, brushing away at her tears.
"Really? Then tell me, what is this? What are we? What am I to you?" I need some clarification, some acknowledgment that she feels even an inkling of what I feel for her.
"You're the person that makes me feel things I've never felt before. Things that excite, yet scare me at the same time," she whispers softly. "I don't know what you want from me."
"I want you to make up your mind. I've never been good at sharing Liz, and I don't think I can start now."
"You're asking me to choose." It was more of a statement then a question.
"Yeah. I guess I am," I shrug, looking deep into her eyes.
"I can't. . .It’s not that simple," she sighs, turning her back on me.
"Yes it is. It's either him or me," I argue, turning her so that she is facing me. She shakes her head, biting her bottom lip.
"Do you love him?" The question seems to throw her off guard and she stands like a deer caught in highlights.
"It's complicated," she finally answers after a long pause.
"What type of hold does he have on you?" She looks away guiltily, and I sigh, dropping my hands from her arms. Things are getting to complicated right now and I really need to think. "Come on, it's getting late." I make my way to the car and climb in. A few minutes later the passenger door opens and she slides into the seat beside me. I cast a sideways glance at her. She's playing with her hands in her lap, her hair curtaining her face from my view. I take another deep breath before starting the ignition and maneuvering the car onto the road for the long ride to her place.
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A/N I know it's short, but I'm working on the next part as I type this. . . so hopefully the wait won't be to long. Those reading God Sent. This only has a few more chapters and it's finished and then I'm going to focus my attention on tha story.
XOXOXOXO
LS
Check out my fics:
~~Lady Scorpio's Fics~~
Forever Mine
Love, Life and Danger
Generation Next
Running from the Past
The House
Down Low
God Sent
Returning to Love
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Chapter 12
Staring through the small rectangular shaped window, I watch her as she moves across the floor. Her movements are precise and delicate as she spins and turns. Even though she delivers each move with great accuracy and skill, her eyes lack the glow and passion they usually carry when she is dancing. Tonight had been the community center’s annual recital, and I had watched from the back as she took the stage. Just like now, she had only performed . . . not dance. I clutch the bouquet of white roses in my hand as I continue to observe her. I can't believe it's almost been two weeks since I've seen her last.
After that night at Manny's, I took her home. Little words were spoken between us the entire ride and when she climbed out of the car sometime later, she whispered a soft 'goodnight' before she ran into the house. Feeling my own heart ache, I went straight home and collapsed into bed. It was funny, but my sheets still smelled of her, and I had let the soothing scent of strawberries lure my conflicting heart to sleep that night. The next morning I contacted Slim and told him I needed some time away. Of course he wasn't happy about this but after explaining that my reasons were personal, he agreed.
I didn't know where I was headed, I just knew I needed sometime to collect my thoughts, and I definitely couldn't do that with Liz around. So after packing a few things, I jumped in my car and just drove. A part of me wanted to stop and say bye to her, but I knew if she asked . . . I would've stayed. It felt freeing to just go. I drove without a destination in mind, but two days later I ended up in California. I spend most of the time at the beach, watching families as they played and laughed together. I've always wanted that . . . a family of my own. I've always imagined me chasing my son or daughter around the park as he or she tried to escape my ticklish fingers. I imagined coming to the beach with my wife, watching the sun disappear behind the ocean. But Faith is funny. The one and only person I want to have those moments with, belongs to someone else.
Michael had called me a few times while I was gone. He just called to make sure I was okay and discuss the weather. Michael was cool like that. I think he knew it was taking everything in me not to ask about Liz, so he would refrain from mentioning her or anything related to our situation. He doesn't know I'm back in town, no one does. I got back in last night. When I returned to my apartment, I found my threshold litter with newspapers and crap. Going through them, I came across a filer.
Roswell Community Centers Presents . . .
"Les tentations D'Amour"
An Elizabeth Parker Production
I already knew about the recital, but at the time I didn't know what it was going to be called. I've never been into ballet, but I had promised her one day that I would be there. Also, something about the title intrigued me . . . called to me. 'Les tentations D'Amour . . . Temptations of Love' I'd slipped into the auditorium not long after the lights had gone down. I watched as several acts were performed throughout the show. I watched with a small smile as Tracy and Nick performed the number Liz had made me practice with her a few weeks prior.
Just when I thought the show was over, the lights had turned down once again, and the curtains were drawn back and there she stood in the middle of the stage, looking as beautiful as always, Nick and some other guy I've never seen before standing behind her. My heart had begun to beat rapidly in my chest as she began to dance a story. A story of a woman, torn between two loves. One she loved to the depths of her soul, the other she felt an obligation to stay with. She was torn, confused, scared as she was pulled between the two men, not knowing which to choose. In the end, she couldn't choose between her heart and her sense of duty and took her own life.
I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the tear slip down my cheek. I don’t know if she knew I was in the audience, but I knew she was sending me a message. I had slipped out before the lights came back on and the curtains were even shut good. There was an after party immediately following the show, and I had sat in my car until the last person left. Apparently in my absence, Slim had appointed Donetello to look after her. I'd watched amusingly as she ordered him to go home. After several heated words from her, he had left, looking like a kicked puppy. It didn't go unnoticed that Slim hadn't been in attendance.
Making sure that the coast was clear, I had climbed out of my car and made my way toward the center. That's why I'm now watching her from afar. She has been dancing nonstop for the last two hours, and just when I think she has finished, she slips in another disc and continues. The music slowly dying down, brought me out of my thoughts. She pads over to the cd player. Taking a deep breath, I capture the door handle and turn. She doesn't turn around immediately, and I stand there nervously. Finally, after slipping in another disc, she turns around. A small gasp escapes her lips and she stands there frozen.
"Hey," I mumble nervously.
"Hi," she whispers back. We stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
"These are for you," I manage, thrusting the flowers toward her.
"Thank you," she smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "They're beautiful," she says, taking a whiff of their sweet fragrance.
"You're beautiful," I say before I can stop myself. Her cheeks are flushed from exhaustion as her hair mats to her face with the sheen of sweat gracing her skin. She looks away shyly, but not before I see the blush that creeps up her face. Clearing my throat, I rub my neck. Why is this so hard?
"The show was great," I smile, hoping to alleviate some of the tension in the room.
"I wasn't sure if you would come." The sadness in her voice tugs at my heart, and I step forward. Placing my fingers beneath her chin, I raise her head so that I can see her face. Her eyes are watery, and she's biting her bottom lip uncertainly.
"Hey, I told you I would be here, didn't I?" I brush my thumb over her lip pulling it from her teeth. I can't help it, and rub my thumb over them, feeling their softness. Her eyes flutter close, and I want to kiss her so badly. Reluctantly, I let my hand fall to my side. Her eyes snap back open, and she stares up at me with unreadable eyes.
"Yeah, but you left so suddenly. Y-you didn't even say good bye." Her chin began to tremble as her eyes are once again filled with tears. "I didn't think you were coming back." She turns away from me, walking to put the flowers next to the cd player. Her shoulders began to shake violently, and I'm standing behind her instantly.
"Hey," I whisper, turning her so that I can see her face. The devastated look on her face broke me, and I quickly wrap her in my arms. "I did come back." I rub her back gently, listening to her small cries bounce around the room.
"I-I thought you h-hated me," she chokes out.
"I don't hate you Liz," I sigh, "I just needed to get away for a while . . . to clear my head." Her arms tighten around my waist as I feel her nod against my chest.
"I missed you," she admits causing my heart to do back flips.
"I missed you too." There's no use in lying. I have missed her. Even though she is the cause of my conflicting emotions, I missed her.
"Max?" she whispers, stepping back. She looks up at me with so many emotions running across her face. "That night you asked me to choose . . . y-you asked me if I love him . . . "
"Liz . . . " I try to stop her, to afraid to hear her answer.
"I do love him . . . " I close my eyes, not wanting to hear anymore. I start to pull away, but she tightens her hold on me. "But I'm in love with you." My eyes snap open and I stare at her, searching her eyes for reassurance. "You asked me what you were to me. Max, you the one that with just the mention of your name brings a smile to my face . . . the one that owes my heart every single beat of it. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't in my life. These past few days have been miserable for me Max. I love you, a-and I don't want to lose you.” Tears slip down her cheeks, and I cupped her face between my hands.
“You won’t.” So call me weak, but I love her. The next thing I feel is her soft lips pressed against mine. I can taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with her sweetness as I part her lips with my tongue. She clutches my shirt tightly in her tiny fists as she sighs against my mouth. God I can't believe it's been so long since I've felt her soft body against mine. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I cup the back of head as I spear my tongue deep within her warm mouth.
"Max," she whimpers as my other hand holds her firmly against me. I'm quite sure she can feel my arousal and how badly I want her right now. I feel her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt before finally releasing them.
"Liz," I hiss when her hands began to stroke my chest. She stares up at me with such raw passion, I can't help but capture her mouth once again for a demanding kiss. Soon, our clothes are freed from our bodies and I have her pressed against the wall-length mirror as I bathe her neck with my kisses. Her nipples are boring into my chest like tiny spears and I lower to capture one of the stiff peaks into my mouth.
"Oh god," she exclaims above me. She laces her fingers through my hair, tugging roughly, but I don't hinder my ministration and continue to lap at her nipples greedily. After I'm satisfied that I've given her breasts their equal attention, I lower to my knees, kissing every inch of her bare skin as I go. I flick my tongue over the silver hoop piercing her naval and smile as she growls.
"God you're beautiful," I whisper as I come eye level with her precious treasure. Her hand brushes my face and I look up at her to see the love shimmering in her eyes.
"I love you." The words are spoken softly, but to me it sounds as if she shouted it from the rooftop. I will never get tried of hearing her speak those three little words. I smile, tossing her a wink before placing a small kiss on her stomach.
Focusing my attention at the task at hand, I nudge her legs gently, my member growing tighter as she opens willingly to me, and her pink jewel glistens with her juices. I run my finger against her folds and nearly cum at how wet she is. She trembles from my touch, and I repeat my action, loving the way my name gushes past her parted lips.
Leaning forward, I inhale her intoxicating scent before swiping my tongue over the protruding button of pleasure that is demanding my attention.
"Oh!" she cries out. Did she just purr? I repeat my actions, this time taking a long and purposely slow caress of her nether lips and the result is the same. This time she purrs deep within her chest, causing the blood to rush directly to my groin and me to go a little light-headed. I continue my assault, laving her slit with my tongue as her hands fist tightly in my hair.
"Mmmm," I moan, relishing the unique flavor of her. Now I've never been the one to go down on a woman, but Liz, I can stay here all day. Running my fingers over her quivering lips I push first one, then a second finger deep into her.
"Oh god . . . Max. . . . y-you have to stop," she pleas, but I don't let up. Instead, I capture her throbbing clit between my teeth, worrying my tongue over it frantically.
"Ahh." Her body grows stiff above me seconds before she begins to tremble as her orgasm washes over her. I place a kiss over her downy-covered sex, before standing to my feet. My fingers are still buried inside her as I continue to stroke her, prolonging her climax.
"You are so sexy when you cum for me," I whisper huskily against her ear. I trace the outer shell of her ear as she digs her fingers into my forearm.
"Max . . . please." She covers my mouth with her hot one, slipping her tongue in and out torturously. Her hand wraps around my rigid member and I hiss as she rubs her palm over its sensitive head. I can't take it anymore and capture her around her slim waist. I lift her in my arms, positioning her over me.
"Yes," we moaned together as she slides over me smoothly. Her legs wrap around me instantly and I begin to rock into her slowly.
"God I missed you." I nibble on her bottom lip as I marvel over being inside her once again.
"M-missed you too," she pants out. The music around us sets our tempo as we slowly make love. Sweat covers our bodies, the heat between us causing the mirror to steam over as we get lost in the moment. Of course like always, every good thing must come to an end. I can feel her walls tightening around me as her movements become more feverish.
"M-Max . . . so . . . close," she moans, slipping her tongue into my mouth and her legs tighten around my waist.
"I know baby . . . shit I know." I lean over, pulling one of her erect nipples into my mouth. I bite down gently which causes her undoing.
"Maaxx . . . aaahh!" Her walls pulsate around me squeezing me tightly and I know it won't be long before I'm shooting my own load deep inside her. I grip her around the waist and slam into her over and over again until I feel the burning sensation in my balls right before I feel my own orgasm rip down my spine and explode throughout me.
"Liizz!" I bury my face in her hair as my hips rock against hers frantically. She laces our hands together as her free hand strokes my hair. Feeling my legs grow weak, I sink to the ground, never releasing my hold on her.
"You okay?" She whispers softly. I kiss her neck but can only manage a weak nod of my head. We sit there in silence, both of us trying to bring our breathing back to normal. Sometime later, I'm leaning against the mirror with Liz straddling my lap, her moist center cradling my now sated member comfortable as I run my hands over her cooling back. She sighs heavily against my chest, and I know she has something on her mind. I don't push her, instead, I kiss her forehead and tell her whenever she's ready.
"When I was fourteen, my mom kicked me out of the house." She whispers after a good ten minutes of silence has past between us. She inhales sharply, and I wrap my arms around her in comfort. "My dad died when I was nine. About a year later, my mom started dating again." I listen earnestly as she talks. "My mom was use to being loved by someone and didn't think she could function without a man." She shakes her head sadly. "The first couple of guys she brought home were cool with her having a kid, but they never seemed to work out, something always caused them to leave. Others were jerks, but when I was twelve, she met this guy, David. He was a real ass. Always screaming and shouting at my mom . . . calling me 'that little bastard' and shit like that because I didn't like him and he knew it. I begged my mom to leave him, but she was so 'in love' with him, that she couldn't see straight. Then he started hitting her." I lace my fingers through her hair, stroking the back of her head to relax her as she stiffens in my arms.
"I started noticing the way she would wear long sleeved shirts or shades all the time. One day I got out of school early, and I went home to find him in the process of beating her with a belt buckle. I tried to stop him and got a black eye for the effort. Later that evening I heard him screaming that he had enough and he was leaving. My mom begged him to stay . . . promised that she would be good and do whatever he wanted. There were words spoken between them before he left." She wraps her arms around me tightly, needing the extra support, which I easily offered.
"I was on my way to school the next day, supporting a pair of shades to cover the nice shiner I received when she stopped me at the door. She pushed thirty dollars into my hand, told me she loved me but she couldn’t lose David." Hot tears splash against my chest, and my heart aches for her.
"I-I didn't understand what was happening until David came into the room and asked if the 'little bastard' was still here. I realized he gave her an ultimatum . . . him or me. She chose him. I begged her not to listen to him, but she just kept repeating how sorry she was." Her cries have grown louder and she's literally shaking in my arms. "I remember thinking how could she? How could she choose a man over her own child . . . her own flesh and blood . . . someone she gave birth to? When I came home from school that day, they had split. I didn’t have anywhere to go. Both of my parents were only children and my grandparents had all died before I was born, so it was just the three of us until daddy died and then it was just mom and me. A-and then I was all alone."
"Oh baby," I coo, kissing her gently, wishing I could take her pain away. I can't believe her mother could do that to her. Parents are supposed to love their children, protect them at all cost. In a way, I can understand her pain, my own dad wasn't around when I was young, but my mom made up for his absence. I shake myself out of my thoughts and concentrate on the beauty in my arms. Her cries echo around the large room.
"I met Stefano when I'd just turned fifteen." She says after awhile and her tears had subsided some. "Well, more like he caught me trying to steal from him one day," she giggles softly. "I'd been on the streets for six months then and I was hungry. So when I saw him and Kyle sitting at a table outside Dino's, I tried to snatch his wallet. Of course he caught me, but instead of turning me in, he took me to his house where Mama Rinaldo cooked me something to eat and Isabel and Maria took me shopping at Stefano's expense." She shrugs as she retells her life story to me.
"At the time, I didn't know who Stefano was. He took care of me, made sure anything I wanted, I got. He made sure I went to school daily and when I started taking dance classes here at the community center, he paid for them and anything I needed. There was an instant attraction between us, but he was ten years my senior and never acted on it. When I turned eighteen that quickly changed and we became more. He made me happy at the time but over the years he started to change. He grew more possessive and less affectionate . . . well with me at least." She whispers the last part, but I heard her regardless.
"Why do you stay with him?" I ask the question that has been nagging at me for some time now.
"Because I owe him everything. If it wasn't for him, I don't know where I would be today. Plus I was afraid of being alone again. I know what its like, and I don’t want to ever feel that way again." She cries.
“Hey . . . hey,” I lift her so that I can see her face. “You don’t have to ever worry about being alone again . . . not as long as I’m around. Okay?” She licks at her fallen tears, nodding her head gently. “C’mere,” I coax, pulling her firmly against me. I hold her as she lets out the last of her pain.
“Max?”
“Yeah.”
“I know this situation is difficult . . . but I’m begging you, this thing between Stefano and me is complicated. He’s not an easy person to walk away from . . . not without repercussions.” She mumbles, lifting from my chest to gaze at me. “I just need time . . . time to figure out how to leave him. I know it’s asking a lot, but d-do you think you can just give me time to figure things out?” She pleas. I stare at her knowing that I don’t want to, but if it’s whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her.
“Yeah, I can do that.” I guess I better become a great actor . . . and fast.
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A/N....Thanks for your patience. There's only maybe 3-4 chapters left maybe less depending on the length I make them. But keep and eye out...
Staring through the small rectangular shaped window, I watch her as she moves across the floor. Her movements are precise and delicate as she spins and turns. Even though she delivers each move with great accuracy and skill, her eyes lack the glow and passion they usually carry when she is dancing. Tonight had been the community center’s annual recital, and I had watched from the back as she took the stage. Just like now, she had only performed . . . not dance. I clutch the bouquet of white roses in my hand as I continue to observe her. I can't believe it's almost been two weeks since I've seen her last.
After that night at Manny's, I took her home. Little words were spoken between us the entire ride and when she climbed out of the car sometime later, she whispered a soft 'goodnight' before she ran into the house. Feeling my own heart ache, I went straight home and collapsed into bed. It was funny, but my sheets still smelled of her, and I had let the soothing scent of strawberries lure my conflicting heart to sleep that night. The next morning I contacted Slim and told him I needed some time away. Of course he wasn't happy about this but after explaining that my reasons were personal, he agreed.
I didn't know where I was headed, I just knew I needed sometime to collect my thoughts, and I definitely couldn't do that with Liz around. So after packing a few things, I jumped in my car and just drove. A part of me wanted to stop and say bye to her, but I knew if she asked . . . I would've stayed. It felt freeing to just go. I drove without a destination in mind, but two days later I ended up in California. I spend most of the time at the beach, watching families as they played and laughed together. I've always wanted that . . . a family of my own. I've always imagined me chasing my son or daughter around the park as he or she tried to escape my ticklish fingers. I imagined coming to the beach with my wife, watching the sun disappear behind the ocean. But Faith is funny. The one and only person I want to have those moments with, belongs to someone else.
Michael had called me a few times while I was gone. He just called to make sure I was okay and discuss the weather. Michael was cool like that. I think he knew it was taking everything in me not to ask about Liz, so he would refrain from mentioning her or anything related to our situation. He doesn't know I'm back in town, no one does. I got back in last night. When I returned to my apartment, I found my threshold litter with newspapers and crap. Going through them, I came across a filer.
Roswell Community Centers Presents . . .
"Les tentations D'Amour"
An Elizabeth Parker Production
I already knew about the recital, but at the time I didn't know what it was going to be called. I've never been into ballet, but I had promised her one day that I would be there. Also, something about the title intrigued me . . . called to me. 'Les tentations D'Amour . . . Temptations of Love' I'd slipped into the auditorium not long after the lights had gone down. I watched as several acts were performed throughout the show. I watched with a small smile as Tracy and Nick performed the number Liz had made me practice with her a few weeks prior.
Just when I thought the show was over, the lights had turned down once again, and the curtains were drawn back and there she stood in the middle of the stage, looking as beautiful as always, Nick and some other guy I've never seen before standing behind her. My heart had begun to beat rapidly in my chest as she began to dance a story. A story of a woman, torn between two loves. One she loved to the depths of her soul, the other she felt an obligation to stay with. She was torn, confused, scared as she was pulled between the two men, not knowing which to choose. In the end, she couldn't choose between her heart and her sense of duty and took her own life.
I hadn't realized I was crying until I felt the tear slip down my cheek. I don’t know if she knew I was in the audience, but I knew she was sending me a message. I had slipped out before the lights came back on and the curtains were even shut good. There was an after party immediately following the show, and I had sat in my car until the last person left. Apparently in my absence, Slim had appointed Donetello to look after her. I'd watched amusingly as she ordered him to go home. After several heated words from her, he had left, looking like a kicked puppy. It didn't go unnoticed that Slim hadn't been in attendance.
Making sure that the coast was clear, I had climbed out of my car and made my way toward the center. That's why I'm now watching her from afar. She has been dancing nonstop for the last two hours, and just when I think she has finished, she slips in another disc and continues. The music slowly dying down, brought me out of my thoughts. She pads over to the cd player. Taking a deep breath, I capture the door handle and turn. She doesn't turn around immediately, and I stand there nervously. Finally, after slipping in another disc, she turns around. A small gasp escapes her lips and she stands there frozen.
"Hey," I mumble nervously.
"Hi," she whispers back. We stand there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.
"These are for you," I manage, thrusting the flowers toward her.
"Thank you," she smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes. "They're beautiful," she says, taking a whiff of their sweet fragrance.
"You're beautiful," I say before I can stop myself. Her cheeks are flushed from exhaustion as her hair mats to her face with the sheen of sweat gracing her skin. She looks away shyly, but not before I see the blush that creeps up her face. Clearing my throat, I rub my neck. Why is this so hard?
"The show was great," I smile, hoping to alleviate some of the tension in the room.
"I wasn't sure if you would come." The sadness in her voice tugs at my heart, and I step forward. Placing my fingers beneath her chin, I raise her head so that I can see her face. Her eyes are watery, and she's biting her bottom lip uncertainly.
"Hey, I told you I would be here, didn't I?" I brush my thumb over her lip pulling it from her teeth. I can't help it, and rub my thumb over them, feeling their softness. Her eyes flutter close, and I want to kiss her so badly. Reluctantly, I let my hand fall to my side. Her eyes snap back open, and she stares up at me with unreadable eyes.
"Yeah, but you left so suddenly. Y-you didn't even say good bye." Her chin began to tremble as her eyes are once again filled with tears. "I didn't think you were coming back." She turns away from me, walking to put the flowers next to the cd player. Her shoulders began to shake violently, and I'm standing behind her instantly.
"Hey," I whisper, turning her so that I can see her face. The devastated look on her face broke me, and I quickly wrap her in my arms. "I did come back." I rub her back gently, listening to her small cries bounce around the room.
"I-I thought you h-hated me," she chokes out.
"I don't hate you Liz," I sigh, "I just needed to get away for a while . . . to clear my head." Her arms tighten around my waist as I feel her nod against my chest.
"I missed you," she admits causing my heart to do back flips.
"I missed you too." There's no use in lying. I have missed her. Even though she is the cause of my conflicting emotions, I missed her.
"Max?" she whispers, stepping back. She looks up at me with so many emotions running across her face. "That night you asked me to choose . . . y-you asked me if I love him . . . "
"Liz . . . " I try to stop her, to afraid to hear her answer.
"I do love him . . . " I close my eyes, not wanting to hear anymore. I start to pull away, but she tightens her hold on me. "But I'm in love with you." My eyes snap open and I stare at her, searching her eyes for reassurance. "You asked me what you were to me. Max, you the one that with just the mention of your name brings a smile to my face . . . the one that owes my heart every single beat of it. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't in my life. These past few days have been miserable for me Max. I love you, a-and I don't want to lose you.” Tears slip down her cheeks, and I cupped her face between my hands.
“You won’t.” So call me weak, but I love her. The next thing I feel is her soft lips pressed against mine. I can taste the saltiness of her tears mixed with her sweetness as I part her lips with my tongue. She clutches my shirt tightly in her tiny fists as she sighs against my mouth. God I can't believe it's been so long since I've felt her soft body against mine. Lacing my fingers through her hair, I cup the back of head as I spear my tongue deep within her warm mouth.
"Max," she whimpers as my other hand holds her firmly against me. I'm quite sure she can feel my arousal and how badly I want her right now. I feel her fingers playing with the buttons of my shirt before finally releasing them.
"Liz," I hiss when her hands began to stroke my chest. She stares up at me with such raw passion, I can't help but capture her mouth once again for a demanding kiss. Soon, our clothes are freed from our bodies and I have her pressed against the wall-length mirror as I bathe her neck with my kisses. Her nipples are boring into my chest like tiny spears and I lower to capture one of the stiff peaks into my mouth.
"Oh god," she exclaims above me. She laces her fingers through my hair, tugging roughly, but I don't hinder my ministration and continue to lap at her nipples greedily. After I'm satisfied that I've given her breasts their equal attention, I lower to my knees, kissing every inch of her bare skin as I go. I flick my tongue over the silver hoop piercing her naval and smile as she growls.
"God you're beautiful," I whisper as I come eye level with her precious treasure. Her hand brushes my face and I look up at her to see the love shimmering in her eyes.
"I love you." The words are spoken softly, but to me it sounds as if she shouted it from the rooftop. I will never get tried of hearing her speak those three little words. I smile, tossing her a wink before placing a small kiss on her stomach.
Focusing my attention at the task at hand, I nudge her legs gently, my member growing tighter as she opens willingly to me, and her pink jewel glistens with her juices. I run my finger against her folds and nearly cum at how wet she is. She trembles from my touch, and I repeat my action, loving the way my name gushes past her parted lips.
Leaning forward, I inhale her intoxicating scent before swiping my tongue over the protruding button of pleasure that is demanding my attention.
"Oh!" she cries out. Did she just purr? I repeat my actions, this time taking a long and purposely slow caress of her nether lips and the result is the same. This time she purrs deep within her chest, causing the blood to rush directly to my groin and me to go a little light-headed. I continue my assault, laving her slit with my tongue as her hands fist tightly in my hair.
"Mmmm," I moan, relishing the unique flavor of her. Now I've never been the one to go down on a woman, but Liz, I can stay here all day. Running my fingers over her quivering lips I push first one, then a second finger deep into her.
"Oh god . . . Max. . . . y-you have to stop," she pleas, but I don't let up. Instead, I capture her throbbing clit between my teeth, worrying my tongue over it frantically.
"Ahh." Her body grows stiff above me seconds before she begins to tremble as her orgasm washes over her. I place a kiss over her downy-covered sex, before standing to my feet. My fingers are still buried inside her as I continue to stroke her, prolonging her climax.
"You are so sexy when you cum for me," I whisper huskily against her ear. I trace the outer shell of her ear as she digs her fingers into my forearm.
"Max . . . please." She covers my mouth with her hot one, slipping her tongue in and out torturously. Her hand wraps around my rigid member and I hiss as she rubs her palm over its sensitive head. I can't take it anymore and capture her around her slim waist. I lift her in my arms, positioning her over me.
"Yes," we moaned together as she slides over me smoothly. Her legs wrap around me instantly and I begin to rock into her slowly.
"God I missed you." I nibble on her bottom lip as I marvel over being inside her once again.
"M-missed you too," she pants out. The music around us sets our tempo as we slowly make love. Sweat covers our bodies, the heat between us causing the mirror to steam over as we get lost in the moment. Of course like always, every good thing must come to an end. I can feel her walls tightening around me as her movements become more feverish.
"M-Max . . . so . . . close," she moans, slipping her tongue into my mouth and her legs tighten around my waist.
"I know baby . . . shit I know." I lean over, pulling one of her erect nipples into my mouth. I bite down gently which causes her undoing.
"Maaxx . . . aaahh!" Her walls pulsate around me squeezing me tightly and I know it won't be long before I'm shooting my own load deep inside her. I grip her around the waist and slam into her over and over again until I feel the burning sensation in my balls right before I feel my own orgasm rip down my spine and explode throughout me.
"Liizz!" I bury my face in her hair as my hips rock against hers frantically. She laces our hands together as her free hand strokes my hair. Feeling my legs grow weak, I sink to the ground, never releasing my hold on her.
"You okay?" She whispers softly. I kiss her neck but can only manage a weak nod of my head. We sit there in silence, both of us trying to bring our breathing back to normal. Sometime later, I'm leaning against the mirror with Liz straddling my lap, her moist center cradling my now sated member comfortable as I run my hands over her cooling back. She sighs heavily against my chest, and I know she has something on her mind. I don't push her, instead, I kiss her forehead and tell her whenever she's ready.
"When I was fourteen, my mom kicked me out of the house." She whispers after a good ten minutes of silence has past between us. She inhales sharply, and I wrap my arms around her in comfort. "My dad died when I was nine. About a year later, my mom started dating again." I listen earnestly as she talks. "My mom was use to being loved by someone and didn't think she could function without a man." She shakes her head sadly. "The first couple of guys she brought home were cool with her having a kid, but they never seemed to work out, something always caused them to leave. Others were jerks, but when I was twelve, she met this guy, David. He was a real ass. Always screaming and shouting at my mom . . . calling me 'that little bastard' and shit like that because I didn't like him and he knew it. I begged my mom to leave him, but she was so 'in love' with him, that she couldn't see straight. Then he started hitting her." I lace my fingers through her hair, stroking the back of her head to relax her as she stiffens in my arms.
"I started noticing the way she would wear long sleeved shirts or shades all the time. One day I got out of school early, and I went home to find him in the process of beating her with a belt buckle. I tried to stop him and got a black eye for the effort. Later that evening I heard him screaming that he had enough and he was leaving. My mom begged him to stay . . . promised that she would be good and do whatever he wanted. There were words spoken between them before he left." She wraps her arms around me tightly, needing the extra support, which I easily offered.
"I was on my way to school the next day, supporting a pair of shades to cover the nice shiner I received when she stopped me at the door. She pushed thirty dollars into my hand, told me she loved me but she couldn’t lose David." Hot tears splash against my chest, and my heart aches for her.
"I-I didn't understand what was happening until David came into the room and asked if the 'little bastard' was still here. I realized he gave her an ultimatum . . . him or me. She chose him. I begged her not to listen to him, but she just kept repeating how sorry she was." Her cries have grown louder and she's literally shaking in my arms. "I remember thinking how could she? How could she choose a man over her own child . . . her own flesh and blood . . . someone she gave birth to? When I came home from school that day, they had split. I didn’t have anywhere to go. Both of my parents were only children and my grandparents had all died before I was born, so it was just the three of us until daddy died and then it was just mom and me. A-and then I was all alone."
"Oh baby," I coo, kissing her gently, wishing I could take her pain away. I can't believe her mother could do that to her. Parents are supposed to love their children, protect them at all cost. In a way, I can understand her pain, my own dad wasn't around when I was young, but my mom made up for his absence. I shake myself out of my thoughts and concentrate on the beauty in my arms. Her cries echo around the large room.
"I met Stefano when I'd just turned fifteen." She says after awhile and her tears had subsided some. "Well, more like he caught me trying to steal from him one day," she giggles softly. "I'd been on the streets for six months then and I was hungry. So when I saw him and Kyle sitting at a table outside Dino's, I tried to snatch his wallet. Of course he caught me, but instead of turning me in, he took me to his house where Mama Rinaldo cooked me something to eat and Isabel and Maria took me shopping at Stefano's expense." She shrugs as she retells her life story to me.
"At the time, I didn't know who Stefano was. He took care of me, made sure anything I wanted, I got. He made sure I went to school daily and when I started taking dance classes here at the community center, he paid for them and anything I needed. There was an instant attraction between us, but he was ten years my senior and never acted on it. When I turned eighteen that quickly changed and we became more. He made me happy at the time but over the years he started to change. He grew more possessive and less affectionate . . . well with me at least." She whispers the last part, but I heard her regardless.
"Why do you stay with him?" I ask the question that has been nagging at me for some time now.
"Because I owe him everything. If it wasn't for him, I don't know where I would be today. Plus I was afraid of being alone again. I know what its like, and I don’t want to ever feel that way again." She cries.
“Hey . . . hey,” I lift her so that I can see her face. “You don’t have to ever worry about being alone again . . . not as long as I’m around. Okay?” She licks at her fallen tears, nodding her head gently. “C’mere,” I coax, pulling her firmly against me. I hold her as she lets out the last of her pain.
“Max?”
“Yeah.”
“I know this situation is difficult . . . but I’m begging you, this thing between Stefano and me is complicated. He’s not an easy person to walk away from . . . not without repercussions.” She mumbles, lifting from my chest to gaze at me. “I just need time . . . time to figure out how to leave him. I know it’s asking a lot, but d-do you think you can just give me time to figure things out?” She pleas. I stare at her knowing that I don’t want to, but if it’s whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her.
“Yeah, I can do that.” I guess I better become a great actor . . . and fast.
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Chapter 13
I was having the most wonderful dream when I suddenly feel a weight pressing into my stomach. I open one sleepy eye to see Liz’s grinning face.
"Hey sleepyhead." She beams, sitting up. I open my eyes, shaking the sleep from my head. Once the fog clears and I can focus clearly, I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. Liz is straddling my stomach completely naked, eating ice cream. Can you say instant hard-on?
"Hey yourself," I grin, stroking her exposed thighs.
"I thought you were going to sleep all day." She pouts playfully.
"Well, I have to admit you kind of wore me out that last time," I wink and she has the audacity to blush after all the naughty things we did last night.
"Well, I missed you." She lowers her eyes before returning to the tub of ice cream in her hand. Since my return, we've been seeing each other whenever time permits, usually when Slim is on one of his 'business trips.' It's been close to two months now, and she still hasn't left him. I'm trying to be patient and not push her, but I really don't know how much longer I can pretend that there is nothing going on between us.
I've managed so far, but it hasn't been easy. The hardest thing is to listen to him as he goes on and on about how much he missed her and the way he's always touching or kissing on her. Its been several times I've had to restrain from ripping her out his arms or leave the room when things between them grew to heated for my liking.
We manage to sneak away every moment we can, but it's not enough. I want to be able to take her out to dinner...to the movies or just walk down the street together hand in hand. However, we can't risk Slim finding out about us before she has a chance to talk to him.
Michael thinks she's playing me for Boo Boo the Fool, but I disagree. I know she loves me and I know she's doing the best she can, but I have to admit, I'm starting to wonder. Her slight wiggling above me draws my attention back to her.
“I missed you too,” I smile, stroking her knee. “Why are you up so early?” I ask, glancing at the clock. It was six in the morning, and considering the fact that we just went to sleep not only an hour and a half ago, I figured she’d be wiped out until later this afternoon.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she shrugs. “Tell me something." she says around a mouthful of ice cream.
"What is it that you want to know?" I smile, playing with her belly ring. I suppress a groan as she twirls her tongue over the spoon, licking off its sweet contents.
"I don't know. Tell me about your childhood." She shrugs. "I feel like I know you, but don't know you. You never talk about your family and when I ask, you seem to close up on me." She places the spoon at my lips and I open my mouth to accept the cold treat.
"There isn't much to talk about," I say once I swallow, feeling a little uncomfortable with the conversation. The only thing she knows about my past is that I'm an only child and was raised by a single mom.
"Tell me about your mom." I wince at the request and feel a bout of sadness wash over me. She must have noticed because she’s now staring down into the tub of ice cream, gnawing on her bottom lip.
"I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me." She sounds hurt, and I feel like an ass. All she is requesting is to know me, but it's been so long since I’ve talked about my mom, I don't even know where to begin.
"Her name was Diane," I finally mumble. She smiles, making herself comfortable on my chest. It's a good thing she weighs less then a buck. "She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hair was golden like the sun and she was always smiling." I smile, remembering the smiles my mom would have reserved just for me. "Phillip..."
"Phillip?"
"My sperm donor," I snarl in distaste.
"Oh." She whispers shyly.
"Anyways, he split when I was six months old, leaving my mom to take care of an infant by herself. She had to work two jobs to maintain and make sure whatever I needed, I got. She never once complained. I guess when I was around eight, my mom had managed to make a decent life for us and she was going back to school. Everything was going great, that is until Phillip showed up on our doorstep." I hadn’t realized how angry I was becoming until she wrapped her hand around mine that was squeezing her thigh.
"Sorry," I mumble softly.
"'S'okay."
"Anyways, I didn't know him, and didn't want to know him. He stayed around for about a week before splitting again, this time taking all the money my mom had saved for emergencies. My mom had to quit school to take on a second job again, but she never complained. Instead she just told me we would get through this and we did,” I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I prepare to continue. “When I was sixteen, she got sick. At first she wouldn’t go to the doctor...determined that it was just a bug, but after two weeks and no signs of getting better, she finally caved." I close my eyes, fighting off the tears that threaten to spill over.
"But it wasn't just a bug...it was acute leukemia, and by the time she went to the doctor it had already spread throughout her body. Her treatments were harsh and brutal but ineffective. They only gave her a few months after that. I hated to see her in that hospital bed, knowing that we were only waiting for her to die. I dropped out of school so that I could take care of her and work when her insurance wouldn't pay for the hospital stay any longer because she'd lost her job. She sent me to the store one day for donuts," I chuckle slightly, thinking of the sweet-tooth my mom had that she transferred to me. "W-when I came back...s-she was already gone." My voice trembles and I feel that tightness in my chest I get every time I think of my mom.
I feel the tears escape from under my closed lids and burn my cheeks. "My mom had meant everything to me. It had been just the two of us for so long and when she died, I was so lost. Phillip wanted me to stay with him and his 'new' wife. I told him to fuck off. I've been on my own ever since." I feel her brush her fingers against my damp cheeks followed by her soft lips against my eyelids.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, resting our foreheads together. I wrap my arms around her tiny frame and kiss her forehead.
"'S'okay. It just gets hard sometime thinking about her. I miss her a lot," I admit. She nods in understanding, running her hand across my chest. We lay there in silence as I gather myself once again.
"Have you ever thought about going back to school?" she asks some time later. I think about the question for a minute. I had always wanted to go back to school and get my GED because I know my mom would have wanted me to, but I never got around to going back.
"Yeah," I shrug.
"Really?" She smiles as she sits up. She retrieves the tub of ice cream and shoves a huge spoonful into her mouth.
"Yeah. I thought about going back to get my GED but after that, I don't know what I want to do."
"What did you want to be when you were a kid?” she asks.
I chuckle slightly, thinking about the questions. “I never really had any big dreams. All I knew was a wanted to make a lot of money to help my mom so that she didn’t have to work so hard. I remember always telling my mom one day I was going to buy her a big house and that she wouldn’t have to lift a finger because I was going to hire the best servants in the world to take care of everything. But now…now that she’s gone. I don’t know anymore. I just want her to be proud of me.” Liz smiles down at me and cups my cheek gently.
“I know she will be.” She leans forward and kisses my lips, but she pulls away before I can deepen it. “So, what are you good at? What would you like to do?” She asks and I ponder the question for a minute.
“I like to work with my hands. I’m good with my hands,” I shrug.
"Mmm, that you are." She returns cheekily. She looks so beautiful and tempting sitting above me. I slide my hands up her thighs bringing them to rest on her waist.
"So you think I'm good with my hands, huh?"
"Oh yeah," she moans as I began to stroke the inside of her thighs, my fingers brushing innocently over her center but never actually touching her. She closes her eyes, just as an evil grin creeps across my face.
"MAX!" she squeals as my fingers tickle her sides. She's trying to escape my grasp, wasting melted ice cream all over the place.
"Look what you made me do," she pouts, gesturing to the ice cream covering her left breast. She's standing at the foot of the bed, her hands upon her bare hips as she sends a glare my way. Damn, she's sexy.
"Ah, poor baby. Do you want me to clean it off?" I ask innocently as I crawl to the end of the bed.
"Y-yes," she stumbles as I come to hover over her. I grin wildly right before lifting her in my arms and suck her sticky nipple into my mouth.
"Oh god," she moans, lacing her fingers through my hair and wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Mmm," I groan when she rubs her wet center over my stomach. Blindly, I make my way to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly with my foot.
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"I found a place." Liz’s small voice penetrates the silence in the room. After our shower activities, I fixed us breakfast which we ate in bed. Now we've been lazing around all day into the evening.
"Really?" I ask hopefully, setting the book I was reading aside.
"Yeah."
"And you're just now telling me," I scold playfully.
"Well I was a little occupied earlier," she response with a pinch to my side. I chuckle, capturing her hand with my own. I pin her against my chest, threatening to tickle her if she doesn't talk.
"I've been putting away some money for when I talk to Stefano. Anyways, it’s not far from the community center. It isn't much but I think with a little work, it could be a cozy place," she smiles excitedly.
"So, when do I get to see it?" I ask, nuzzling her neck.
"W-when do you want to see it?" she returns, her breathing growing heavier. Before she could answer, and my hand could reach its goal beneath my shirt that she's doubling as a night gown, my cell phone blares to life. I groan, hoping to ignore it, but when it stops ringing only to shriek a few seconds later I snatch it up angrily and flip it open.
"What!?" I bite into the phone once I answer it.
"Max," I sit up immediately as his voice comes over the line.
"Slim," I answer tightly. Liz stiffens beside me and our eyes lock.
"I've been trying to reach Elizabeth for a while. Is everything ok? Have you seen her?"
"Uh…yeah, yeah, everything is fine and no, I haven’t seen her," I lie.
"Hmm, I wonder why she's not answering her cell?" he ponders.
"I don't know why she's not answering her phone," another lie. I know exactly why she hasn’t been answering her phone. I stare at her pointedly. She scrambles off the bed and rushes to her bag which she’d hastily dropped on the floor when she first arrived. She quickly digs through it, finally pulling out the small silver object. I watch her wince as she flips it open, apparently seeing the missed calls.
Max? Are you still there?” Slim’s voice draws my attention once again and I try to focus on what he was saying.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“There hasn’t been any problems while I’ve been gone has there?”
“No. No problems at all,” I reply, feeling a little unnerved by his question. It hasn’t escaped my attention that lately he has been a little paranoid, always looking over his shoulder and adding extra security at the house and things. When he was home, he stayed close to the house and seemed jumpy.
“Good…good. Listen, when you get a chance…could you go by the house and make sure Elizabeth and the girls are ok. I know that Sean is there and all, but I would feel a lot better if I knew that you checked in on them.”
“Yeah…I can do that.” I feel like shit hearing the concern in his voice. He continues to talk for a few minutes before he says his good-byes and hangs up. I stare at the phone with a guilty conscience. I fell the bed dip behind me and Liz press up against me.
“I can’t keep doing this Liz,” I sigh heavily, running a frustrated hand through my hair.
“I know…” she whispers, kissing my shoulder, “I’m going to talk to him as soon as he returns.” I let out a disbelieving huff and she captures my chin, willing me to look at her.
“Max, I love you and want to be with you.” Our lips come together and I bring her body firmly against mine as the kiss grows more heated and our hands began to roam over each others body. I rip the shirt over her head and toss it behind me. I growl as she scoots back on the bed, exposed and ready for me. I shed my boxers and crawl between her spread legs.
“I love you too,” I mumble against her lips as our bodies join together.
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“So I’ll see you later?” She smiles up at me.
“Yeah, I’ll be by the house later.” I assure her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Good. Maybe we can go by my place and you can tell me what you think.” She suggests.
“That’d be cool.” She rises up on her toes and kisses me softly. She pulls away and I instantly miss her taste. I grab her hand before she can pull away completely and plant a hard kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless when we part.
“Wow.” She whispers, and I can’t help but to agree.
“Later Lizzie,” I smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Later Max.” I stand there and watch as she climbs into her car and drives off. I guess I was to busy watching Liz, to notice the set of eyes on us.
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Sorry for the long delay. But with the holidays and some personal sh** going on in my life, I've been to occupied to write. I want to thank those of you that are still reading for your patience and bumps. Hopefully it won't be such a long space between the next update. I know it won't be this weekend so.....
Happy New Years....
LS
I was having the most wonderful dream when I suddenly feel a weight pressing into my stomach. I open one sleepy eye to see Liz’s grinning face.
"Hey sleepyhead." She beams, sitting up. I open my eyes, shaking the sleep from my head. Once the fog clears and I can focus clearly, I can't help the smile that spreads across my face. Liz is straddling my stomach completely naked, eating ice cream. Can you say instant hard-on?
"Hey yourself," I grin, stroking her exposed thighs.
"I thought you were going to sleep all day." She pouts playfully.
"Well, I have to admit you kind of wore me out that last time," I wink and she has the audacity to blush after all the naughty things we did last night.
"Well, I missed you." She lowers her eyes before returning to the tub of ice cream in her hand. Since my return, we've been seeing each other whenever time permits, usually when Slim is on one of his 'business trips.' It's been close to two months now, and she still hasn't left him. I'm trying to be patient and not push her, but I really don't know how much longer I can pretend that there is nothing going on between us.
I've managed so far, but it hasn't been easy. The hardest thing is to listen to him as he goes on and on about how much he missed her and the way he's always touching or kissing on her. Its been several times I've had to restrain from ripping her out his arms or leave the room when things between them grew to heated for my liking.
We manage to sneak away every moment we can, but it's not enough. I want to be able to take her out to dinner...to the movies or just walk down the street together hand in hand. However, we can't risk Slim finding out about us before she has a chance to talk to him.
Michael thinks she's playing me for Boo Boo the Fool, but I disagree. I know she loves me and I know she's doing the best she can, but I have to admit, I'm starting to wonder. Her slight wiggling above me draws my attention back to her.
“I missed you too,” I smile, stroking her knee. “Why are you up so early?” I ask, glancing at the clock. It was six in the morning, and considering the fact that we just went to sleep not only an hour and a half ago, I figured she’d be wiped out until later this afternoon.
“Couldn’t sleep,” she shrugs. “Tell me something." she says around a mouthful of ice cream.
"What is it that you want to know?" I smile, playing with her belly ring. I suppress a groan as she twirls her tongue over the spoon, licking off its sweet contents.
"I don't know. Tell me about your childhood." She shrugs. "I feel like I know you, but don't know you. You never talk about your family and when I ask, you seem to close up on me." She places the spoon at my lips and I open my mouth to accept the cold treat.
"There isn't much to talk about," I say once I swallow, feeling a little uncomfortable with the conversation. The only thing she knows about my past is that I'm an only child and was raised by a single mom.
"Tell me about your mom." I wince at the request and feel a bout of sadness wash over me. She must have noticed because she’s now staring down into the tub of ice cream, gnawing on her bottom lip.
"I'm sorry. You don't have to tell me." She sounds hurt, and I feel like an ass. All she is requesting is to know me, but it's been so long since I’ve talked about my mom, I don't even know where to begin.
"Her name was Diane," I finally mumble. She smiles, making herself comfortable on my chest. It's a good thing she weighs less then a buck. "She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her hair was golden like the sun and she was always smiling." I smile, remembering the smiles my mom would have reserved just for me. "Phillip..."
"Phillip?"
"My sperm donor," I snarl in distaste.
"Oh." She whispers shyly.
"Anyways, he split when I was six months old, leaving my mom to take care of an infant by herself. She had to work two jobs to maintain and make sure whatever I needed, I got. She never once complained. I guess when I was around eight, my mom had managed to make a decent life for us and she was going back to school. Everything was going great, that is until Phillip showed up on our doorstep." I hadn’t realized how angry I was becoming until she wrapped her hand around mine that was squeezing her thigh.
"Sorry," I mumble softly.
"'S'okay."
"Anyways, I didn't know him, and didn't want to know him. He stayed around for about a week before splitting again, this time taking all the money my mom had saved for emergencies. My mom had to quit school to take on a second job again, but she never complained. Instead she just told me we would get through this and we did,” I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I prepare to continue. “When I was sixteen, she got sick. At first she wouldn’t go to the doctor...determined that it was just a bug, but after two weeks and no signs of getting better, she finally caved." I close my eyes, fighting off the tears that threaten to spill over.
"But it wasn't just a bug...it was acute leukemia, and by the time she went to the doctor it had already spread throughout her body. Her treatments were harsh and brutal but ineffective. They only gave her a few months after that. I hated to see her in that hospital bed, knowing that we were only waiting for her to die. I dropped out of school so that I could take care of her and work when her insurance wouldn't pay for the hospital stay any longer because she'd lost her job. She sent me to the store one day for donuts," I chuckle slightly, thinking of the sweet-tooth my mom had that she transferred to me. "W-when I came back...s-she was already gone." My voice trembles and I feel that tightness in my chest I get every time I think of my mom.
I feel the tears escape from under my closed lids and burn my cheeks. "My mom had meant everything to me. It had been just the two of us for so long and when she died, I was so lost. Phillip wanted me to stay with him and his 'new' wife. I told him to fuck off. I've been on my own ever since." I feel her brush her fingers against my damp cheeks followed by her soft lips against my eyelids.
"I'm sorry," she whispers, resting our foreheads together. I wrap my arms around her tiny frame and kiss her forehead.
"'S'okay. It just gets hard sometime thinking about her. I miss her a lot," I admit. She nods in understanding, running her hand across my chest. We lay there in silence as I gather myself once again.
"Have you ever thought about going back to school?" she asks some time later. I think about the question for a minute. I had always wanted to go back to school and get my GED because I know my mom would have wanted me to, but I never got around to going back.
"Yeah," I shrug.
"Really?" She smiles as she sits up. She retrieves the tub of ice cream and shoves a huge spoonful into her mouth.
"Yeah. I thought about going back to get my GED but after that, I don't know what I want to do."
"What did you want to be when you were a kid?” she asks.
I chuckle slightly, thinking about the questions. “I never really had any big dreams. All I knew was a wanted to make a lot of money to help my mom so that she didn’t have to work so hard. I remember always telling my mom one day I was going to buy her a big house and that she wouldn’t have to lift a finger because I was going to hire the best servants in the world to take care of everything. But now…now that she’s gone. I don’t know anymore. I just want her to be proud of me.” Liz smiles down at me and cups my cheek gently.
“I know she will be.” She leans forward and kisses my lips, but she pulls away before I can deepen it. “So, what are you good at? What would you like to do?” She asks and I ponder the question for a minute.
“I like to work with my hands. I’m good with my hands,” I shrug.
"Mmm, that you are." She returns cheekily. She looks so beautiful and tempting sitting above me. I slide my hands up her thighs bringing them to rest on her waist.
"So you think I'm good with my hands, huh?"
"Oh yeah," she moans as I began to stroke the inside of her thighs, my fingers brushing innocently over her center but never actually touching her. She closes her eyes, just as an evil grin creeps across my face.
"MAX!" she squeals as my fingers tickle her sides. She's trying to escape my grasp, wasting melted ice cream all over the place.
"Look what you made me do," she pouts, gesturing to the ice cream covering her left breast. She's standing at the foot of the bed, her hands upon her bare hips as she sends a glare my way. Damn, she's sexy.
"Ah, poor baby. Do you want me to clean it off?" I ask innocently as I crawl to the end of the bed.
"Y-yes," she stumbles as I come to hover over her. I grin wildly right before lifting her in my arms and suck her sticky nipple into my mouth.
"Oh god," she moans, lacing her fingers through my hair and wrapping her legs around my waist.
"Mmm," I groan when she rubs her wet center over my stomach. Blindly, I make my way to the bathroom, shutting the door firmly with my foot.
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"I found a place." Liz’s small voice penetrates the silence in the room. After our shower activities, I fixed us breakfast which we ate in bed. Now we've been lazing around all day into the evening.
"Really?" I ask hopefully, setting the book I was reading aside.
"Yeah."
"And you're just now telling me," I scold playfully.
"Well I was a little occupied earlier," she response with a pinch to my side. I chuckle, capturing her hand with my own. I pin her against my chest, threatening to tickle her if she doesn't talk.
"I've been putting away some money for when I talk to Stefano. Anyways, it’s not far from the community center. It isn't much but I think with a little work, it could be a cozy place," she smiles excitedly.
"So, when do I get to see it?" I ask, nuzzling her neck.
"W-when do you want to see it?" she returns, her breathing growing heavier. Before she could answer, and my hand could reach its goal beneath my shirt that she's doubling as a night gown, my cell phone blares to life. I groan, hoping to ignore it, but when it stops ringing only to shriek a few seconds later I snatch it up angrily and flip it open.
"What!?" I bite into the phone once I answer it.
"Max," I sit up immediately as his voice comes over the line.
"Slim," I answer tightly. Liz stiffens beside me and our eyes lock.
"I've been trying to reach Elizabeth for a while. Is everything ok? Have you seen her?"
"Uh…yeah, yeah, everything is fine and no, I haven’t seen her," I lie.
"Hmm, I wonder why she's not answering her cell?" he ponders.
"I don't know why she's not answering her phone," another lie. I know exactly why she hasn’t been answering her phone. I stare at her pointedly. She scrambles off the bed and rushes to her bag which she’d hastily dropped on the floor when she first arrived. She quickly digs through it, finally pulling out the small silver object. I watch her wince as she flips it open, apparently seeing the missed calls.
Max? Are you still there?” Slim’s voice draws my attention once again and I try to focus on what he was saying.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“There hasn’t been any problems while I’ve been gone has there?”
“No. No problems at all,” I reply, feeling a little unnerved by his question. It hasn’t escaped my attention that lately he has been a little paranoid, always looking over his shoulder and adding extra security at the house and things. When he was home, he stayed close to the house and seemed jumpy.
“Good…good. Listen, when you get a chance…could you go by the house and make sure Elizabeth and the girls are ok. I know that Sean is there and all, but I would feel a lot better if I knew that you checked in on them.”
“Yeah…I can do that.” I feel like shit hearing the concern in his voice. He continues to talk for a few minutes before he says his good-byes and hangs up. I stare at the phone with a guilty conscience. I fell the bed dip behind me and Liz press up against me.
“I can’t keep doing this Liz,” I sigh heavily, running a frustrated hand through my hair.
“I know…” she whispers, kissing my shoulder, “I’m going to talk to him as soon as he returns.” I let out a disbelieving huff and she captures my chin, willing me to look at her.
“Max, I love you and want to be with you.” Our lips come together and I bring her body firmly against mine as the kiss grows more heated and our hands began to roam over each others body. I rip the shirt over her head and toss it behind me. I growl as she scoots back on the bed, exposed and ready for me. I shed my boxers and crawl between her spread legs.
“I love you too,” I mumble against her lips as our bodies join together.
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“So I’ll see you later?” She smiles up at me.
“Yeah, I’ll be by the house later.” I assure her, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“Good. Maybe we can go by my place and you can tell me what you think.” She suggests.
“That’d be cool.” She rises up on her toes and kisses me softly. She pulls away and I instantly miss her taste. I grab her hand before she can pull away completely and plant a hard kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless when we part.
“Wow.” She whispers, and I can’t help but to agree.
“Later Lizzie,” I smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Later Max.” I stand there and watch as she climbs into her car and drives off. I guess I was to busy watching Liz, to notice the set of eyes on us.
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Sorry for the long delay. But with the holidays and some personal sh** going on in my life, I've been to occupied to write. I want to thank those of you that are still reading for your patience and bumps. Hopefully it won't be such a long space between the next update. I know it won't be this weekend so.....
Happy New Years....
LS
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Forever Mine
Love, Life and Danger
Generation Next
Running from the Past
The House
Down Low
God Sent
Returning to Love
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Love, Life and Danger
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Chapter 14
After Liz left, I cleaned my place and took a shower to give her enough time before I showed up at the house. When I arrived, Sean and a couple of the other guys Slim had hired to look after the house was standing outside talking and smoking. As soon as they spotted me, all talking seized and I had to wonder what the hell they were up to.
"Max," Sean greeted over enthusiastically. Now I know something is definitely up.
"Sean," I reply coolly as I eye the three of them.
"Listen Max, let me holler at you for a sec," he states all friendly as he stomps out his cigarette and slaps me on the back. I stare at the hand rested on my shoulder and he quickly removes it. "Now that you're here, the guys and I need to make a run and you can watch the house. Dontello took the girls out to dinner. The only one here is Liz and she said something about being tired and hitting the sack early. So what do you say?" Since when did he start asking my permission do to anything? I narrow my eyes at him and can't help the funny feeling I get in the pit of my stomach.
"Whatever Sean, but if Slim calls, don't expect me to cover your asses."
"I don't expect you too," he responses with a cocky grin before turning and heading over to the other two guards. I watch them as they all climb into Sean's Escalade and drive off.
"Asshole." There are still a few guards posted around the grounds, and after giving them a few instructions, I head inside. The house is eerily quite as I make my rounds. After checking the ground floor, I make my way upstairs. I check all the rooms before coming to the last one at the end of the hall.
"Liz." I knock softly and wait for a response. When none came, I assume she was sleeping, and a smile plays across my lips as I think of the reason she's so tired. Placing my hand on the knob, I open the door as quietly as I can, not wanting to disturb her. My eyes drift to the large four post bed in the middle of the room and find it empty. I move closer into the room, immediately on alert. Just as I'm about to head into the bathroom, something or more like someone jumped on my back.
"Took you long enough," I hear her sexy voice giggle against my ear.
"What are you doing?" I smile as I dump her onto the bed.
"Waiting on you," she smiles wickedly as she crawls towards me and begins running her hand over my chest.
"R-really," I groan as I feel her mouth attach to the underside of my jaw and she begins sucking gently.
"Um hum. I missed you," she purrs, her fingers dancing dangerously beneath the hem of my shirt.
"L-Liz, what are you doing?" I moan in pleasure as her hands dip into my baggy pants. Her small hand begins to stroke me through my boxers and I instantly harden.
"I want to make love to you," she whispers against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as her tongue peaks out and trace my ear before blowing softly.
"We...we can't," I manage to choke out as her hand continues its assault on my lower region and she places small open mouth kisses against my now exposed chest. As much as I would love to take her right now, there is a chance of someone walking in on us.
"Don't worry, no one else is here," she says as if reading my mind, "and I saw Sean and the other guards leave. It's just you and me...all alone, and I'm asking you to make love to me." She's staring up at me with those big doe eyes with a look of pure sexiness. My eyes watch as she slowly lifts her shirt over her head before tossing it on the floor, her shorts and underwear following shortly afterwards. Her perfectly shaped breast with their pebble hard nipples thrust out proudly as they beg for my caresses and kisses, and I can see how ready she is from the way her juices glisten upon her thighs.
"Max," she moans as she lies back on the bed, bringing one hand to pinch a harden nipple between her fingers and the other to stroke her sweet lips. She knows I love it when she plays with herself for me. I stand there, my mouth watering and cock throbbing as I watch her stroke herself within seconds of completion. I move like lighting, snatching her hand from between her spread legs and bringing her soaked fingers to my mouth as my own fingers sink deep into her slippery walls.
"Max!" she cries out, arching her back as my tongue swirls around her small fingers before sucking them deep into my mouth. With each plunge of my finger, I feel her shake with need and I know she is close. "Max, please." She grabs my face pulling me down for a demanding kiss, her hand quickly freeing me from the restricting confides of my slacks and I slide into her effortlessly, moaning in pleasure as her warmth surrounds me greedily.
"Fuck," I growl as I slam into her. I know that what we're doing is so wrong in so many ways, for so many reasons, but I can't help but ignore that voice in the back of my head, warning me that this is bad, very bad, as I slide into her over and over again.
"Oh god Max...Max," she cries beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her nails painfully into my back. I hadn't even realized that I'd lost my shirt.
"Liz," I hiss when her walls constrict around me, hugging me like a perfectly fit glove.
"Max...I-I'm so close," she moans, raising her hips to meet each and every one of my thrust. I drive into her a couple of more times before I feel her tense beneath me. I quickly cover her mouth with my own, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she reaches her orgasm. The feel of her wet walls plausating around me and her husky moans of my name sends me quickly over the edge with her.
"Lizzie...Lizzie...Lizzie," I pant against her neck heavily as I collapse on top of her, my still throbbing member resting safely within her depth.
"God that was...wow!" she sighs, running her fingers through my damp hair. Closing my eyes, I take in the feel of her fingers as they massage my scalp, slowly luring me into a satisfied sleep. Just as I feel my eyes grow heavy, a loud shriek sounded through the room, startling us both. It takes me a minute to realize that it was my phone. Mumbling a string of curses, I reluctantly pull out of her, missing her warmth instantly. I dig into my pocket and without looking at the ID, I answer it.
"Hello."
“Max." I stiffen immediately as I recognize his voice.
"Slim," is all I can muster as I inhale sharply, and my heart to jumps into my throat.
"Yeah it's me. What's wrong? You sound funny." Before I could even come up with a proper lie, he cuts me off abruptly.
"Where's Elizabeth?" he snaps, causing my heart to jump once again. Could he have known? Could he have known that not minutes earlier I'd taken his girl hard in his bed? Could our secret rendezvous finally come to light? Those and a million other questions tumbled through my head. My eyes skitter to Liz, who was looking like a deer caught in headlights as she clutches the sheets to her naked chest, the fear etched clearly on her face.
My own fear kept me from reaching out and touching her, assuring her everything was going to be okay. Now, don't get me wrong. It wasn’t like I was scared of Slim or anything like that. I mean he bleeds red just like the next man, and I knew that if the shit came to head, I wasn't going down like no chump.
No, my fear was for Liz. She is so small and fragile and the thought of something happening to her because of the fucked up triangle we're in, just ate at me. Although I've never seen him as much as raise a hand at her, I wasn't going to let anything happen to her. I'd lay down my life for her. I guess in a way, when I started this thing with Liz, I'd already had.
"I think she's upstairs taking a nap," I recover smoothly.
"Wake her up," he growls. I stand up abruptly, not liking the tone in his voice. Crushing the phone in my hand, I was just about to call him on his shit when I felt Liz’s hand on my arm. Staring down at her, I see her shake her head as if she knew what I was going to do.
Sighing heavily, I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. "Hold on." Not wanting him to know that I was right there in the room with her, I take my time and zip up my pants and slid my shirt back on. A few seconds go by before I say her name. She catches on quickly and answers sleepily.
“Huh.” Did I forget to mention that we could have won an Oscar for our performance?
“Phone,” was all I said before handing her my cell. I watch her as she talks and the many emotions that fly across her face. Her voice raises and I can only guess that Slim is doing his fair share of yelling on the other end. Not long afterwards she snaps the phone shut with an angry snap. She stands there, literally shaking and I was at her side instantly.
I didn't asked her what he said as I wrap my arms around her waist. The look on her face was making me uneasy and I could tell that something he said put fear in her.
“He’s coming back tonight,” she whispered before burying her face in my chest and sighs heavily. That sickening feeling returns in the pit of my stomach. Something was about to go down.
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A/N....
I'm so sorry about the delay. Things have been hectic. I apologize if this chapter was to short or sucked, but it was more of a turning point in the story. the end is nearing and I would say there is probably 2 chapters plus and epi left. I hope to have this finished by the end of the month and finish God Sent so that I can post Highways and Exits. Once again I apologize for the delay and if this part sucks, feel free to toss rotten tomatoes
XOXOXOXO
LS
After Liz left, I cleaned my place and took a shower to give her enough time before I showed up at the house. When I arrived, Sean and a couple of the other guys Slim had hired to look after the house was standing outside talking and smoking. As soon as they spotted me, all talking seized and I had to wonder what the hell they were up to.
"Max," Sean greeted over enthusiastically. Now I know something is definitely up.
"Sean," I reply coolly as I eye the three of them.
"Listen Max, let me holler at you for a sec," he states all friendly as he stomps out his cigarette and slaps me on the back. I stare at the hand rested on my shoulder and he quickly removes it. "Now that you're here, the guys and I need to make a run and you can watch the house. Dontello took the girls out to dinner. The only one here is Liz and she said something about being tired and hitting the sack early. So what do you say?" Since when did he start asking my permission do to anything? I narrow my eyes at him and can't help the funny feeling I get in the pit of my stomach.
"Whatever Sean, but if Slim calls, don't expect me to cover your asses."
"I don't expect you too," he responses with a cocky grin before turning and heading over to the other two guards. I watch them as they all climb into Sean's Escalade and drive off.
"Asshole." There are still a few guards posted around the grounds, and after giving them a few instructions, I head inside. The house is eerily quite as I make my rounds. After checking the ground floor, I make my way upstairs. I check all the rooms before coming to the last one at the end of the hall.
"Liz." I knock softly and wait for a response. When none came, I assume she was sleeping, and a smile plays across my lips as I think of the reason she's so tired. Placing my hand on the knob, I open the door as quietly as I can, not wanting to disturb her. My eyes drift to the large four post bed in the middle of the room and find it empty. I move closer into the room, immediately on alert. Just as I'm about to head into the bathroom, something or more like someone jumped on my back.
"Took you long enough," I hear her sexy voice giggle against my ear.
"What are you doing?" I smile as I dump her onto the bed.
"Waiting on you," she smiles wickedly as she crawls towards me and begins running her hand over my chest.
"R-really," I groan as I feel her mouth attach to the underside of my jaw and she begins sucking gently.
"Um hum. I missed you," she purrs, her fingers dancing dangerously beneath the hem of my shirt.
"L-Liz, what are you doing?" I moan in pleasure as her hands dip into my baggy pants. Her small hand begins to stroke me through my boxers and I instantly harden.
"I want to make love to you," she whispers against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as her tongue peaks out and trace my ear before blowing softly.
"We...we can't," I manage to choke out as her hand continues its assault on my lower region and she places small open mouth kisses against my now exposed chest. As much as I would love to take her right now, there is a chance of someone walking in on us.
"Don't worry, no one else is here," she says as if reading my mind, "and I saw Sean and the other guards leave. It's just you and me...all alone, and I'm asking you to make love to me." She's staring up at me with those big doe eyes with a look of pure sexiness. My eyes watch as she slowly lifts her shirt over her head before tossing it on the floor, her shorts and underwear following shortly afterwards. Her perfectly shaped breast with their pebble hard nipples thrust out proudly as they beg for my caresses and kisses, and I can see how ready she is from the way her juices glisten upon her thighs.
"Max," she moans as she lies back on the bed, bringing one hand to pinch a harden nipple between her fingers and the other to stroke her sweet lips. She knows I love it when she plays with herself for me. I stand there, my mouth watering and cock throbbing as I watch her stroke herself within seconds of completion. I move like lighting, snatching her hand from between her spread legs and bringing her soaked fingers to my mouth as my own fingers sink deep into her slippery walls.
"Max!" she cries out, arching her back as my tongue swirls around her small fingers before sucking them deep into my mouth. With each plunge of my finger, I feel her shake with need and I know she is close. "Max, please." She grabs my face pulling me down for a demanding kiss, her hand quickly freeing me from the restricting confides of my slacks and I slide into her effortlessly, moaning in pleasure as her warmth surrounds me greedily.
"Fuck," I growl as I slam into her. I know that what we're doing is so wrong in so many ways, for so many reasons, but I can't help but ignore that voice in the back of my head, warning me that this is bad, very bad, as I slide into her over and over again.
"Oh god Max...Max," she cries beneath me, wrapping her legs around my waist and digging her nails painfully into my back. I hadn't even realized that I'd lost my shirt.
"Liz," I hiss when her walls constrict around me, hugging me like a perfectly fit glove.
"Max...I-I'm so close," she moans, raising her hips to meet each and every one of my thrust. I drive into her a couple of more times before I feel her tense beneath me. I quickly cover her mouth with my own, swallowing her cries of pleasure as she reaches her orgasm. The feel of her wet walls plausating around me and her husky moans of my name sends me quickly over the edge with her.
"Lizzie...Lizzie...Lizzie," I pant against her neck heavily as I collapse on top of her, my still throbbing member resting safely within her depth.
"God that was...wow!" she sighs, running her fingers through my damp hair. Closing my eyes, I take in the feel of her fingers as they massage my scalp, slowly luring me into a satisfied sleep. Just as I feel my eyes grow heavy, a loud shriek sounded through the room, startling us both. It takes me a minute to realize that it was my phone. Mumbling a string of curses, I reluctantly pull out of her, missing her warmth instantly. I dig into my pocket and without looking at the ID, I answer it.
"Hello."
“Max." I stiffen immediately as I recognize his voice.
"Slim," is all I can muster as I inhale sharply, and my heart to jumps into my throat.
"Yeah it's me. What's wrong? You sound funny." Before I could even come up with a proper lie, he cuts me off abruptly.
"Where's Elizabeth?" he snaps, causing my heart to jump once again. Could he have known? Could he have known that not minutes earlier I'd taken his girl hard in his bed? Could our secret rendezvous finally come to light? Those and a million other questions tumbled through my head. My eyes skitter to Liz, who was looking like a deer caught in headlights as she clutches the sheets to her naked chest, the fear etched clearly on her face.
My own fear kept me from reaching out and touching her, assuring her everything was going to be okay. Now, don't get me wrong. It wasn’t like I was scared of Slim or anything like that. I mean he bleeds red just like the next man, and I knew that if the shit came to head, I wasn't going down like no chump.
No, my fear was for Liz. She is so small and fragile and the thought of something happening to her because of the fucked up triangle we're in, just ate at me. Although I've never seen him as much as raise a hand at her, I wasn't going to let anything happen to her. I'd lay down my life for her. I guess in a way, when I started this thing with Liz, I'd already had.
"I think she's upstairs taking a nap," I recover smoothly.
"Wake her up," he growls. I stand up abruptly, not liking the tone in his voice. Crushing the phone in my hand, I was just about to call him on his shit when I felt Liz’s hand on my arm. Staring down at her, I see her shake her head as if she knew what I was going to do.
Sighing heavily, I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. "Hold on." Not wanting him to know that I was right there in the room with her, I take my time and zip up my pants and slid my shirt back on. A few seconds go by before I say her name. She catches on quickly and answers sleepily.
“Huh.” Did I forget to mention that we could have won an Oscar for our performance?
“Phone,” was all I said before handing her my cell. I watch her as she talks and the many emotions that fly across her face. Her voice raises and I can only guess that Slim is doing his fair share of yelling on the other end. Not long afterwards she snaps the phone shut with an angry snap. She stands there, literally shaking and I was at her side instantly.
I didn't asked her what he said as I wrap my arms around her waist. The look on her face was making me uneasy and I could tell that something he said put fear in her.
“He’s coming back tonight,” she whispered before burying her face in my chest and sighs heavily. That sickening feeling returns in the pit of my stomach. Something was about to go down.
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A/N....
I'm so sorry about the delay. Things have been hectic. I apologize if this chapter was to short or sucked, but it was more of a turning point in the story. the end is nearing and I would say there is probably 2 chapters plus and epi left. I hope to have this finished by the end of the month and finish God Sent so that I can post Highways and Exits. Once again I apologize for the delay and if this part sucks, feel free to toss rotten tomatoes
XOXOXOXO
LS
Check out my fics:
~~Lady Scorpio's Fics~~
Forever Mine
Love, Life and Danger
Generation Next
Running from the Past
The House
Down Low
God Sent
Returning to Love
~~Lady Scorpio's Fics~~
Forever Mine
Love, Life and Danger
Generation Next
Running from the Past
The House
Down Low
God Sent
Returning to Love
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So is this fast enough? Thought I would drop this off.
XOXOXO
LS
Chapter 15
"I need you to do me a favor," I yell over at Michael as we sit at a table in the back of Manny's. I survey the club, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. My eyes land on Liz, who is dancing with Maria. As if feeling my eyes on her, she turns my way and our eyes lock. She sends me a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. I can tell that whatever Slim said to her still had her a little shaken, but she refuse to tell me what was said which is driving me fucking crazy. When Maria and the rest of the girls returned later that evening, they all wanted to head to Manny's since it was "Ladies Night.' The place was pack from wall to wall with women laughing, dancing and drinking to their hearts content. There were a few men around, hoping to score with some of the desperate ladies out tonight, but of course they didn’t get in free and there drinks cost them more then usual on Ladies Night. My eyes stay on Liz, watching the way her hips sway from side to side.
“What’s up?” Michael’s voice draws me away from her hypnotizing moves. I scoot closer to him so that I don’t have to shout and have everyone in my business.
“I need to know if something was to happen to me, that you’d look after Liz,” I state seriously, my eyes traveling once again to where she dances upon the dance floor.
“What? Why? What’s going on?” He turns towards me fully, and I can see the concern written all over his face. “Did Slim find out about you and Liz?” he whispers, his eyes darting around the club.
“I don’t think so,” I take a deep swig of my beer. “But I been having this funny feeling that something is about to go down,” I say honestly.
“See, I told your ass that something like this would happen…but you wouldn’t listen…you just had to go and fuck with Slim’s girl…and now look…”
“Look!” I snap at him, cutting off his ridiculous rambling. “I don’t need your lecture right now. What I need is to know is that if anything happens to me, you will protect Liz.” I dig into my pocket and pull out an envelope and slide it across the table to him.
“What’s that?” he asks, eyeing it as if something was to jump out and bite him.
“Security,” is all I say before swallow the rest of my beer. My eyes travel to the entrance and I see Sean step in. I haven’t seen him since he and the other two guards peeled out of Slim’s driveway earlier. I watch as he strolls through the club as if he owns the joint. He stops to talk to Manny and the two of them hold what looks like a heated discussion. What the hell? I sit up straighter in my seat as I watch Sean slip Manny a roll of money. The two of them exchange a few more words before Manny hands Sean a bottle of wine and heads to his office. Sean continues to go around the club grinning at the ladies and doing what he thought was the latest dance moves.
I watch him, the way he moves and the aura around him. I guess he must have felt my eyes on him, because he turns and our eyes lock. He raises his eyebrow at me before briefly letting his eyes travel to Liz before landing back on me, a smirk playing across his lips. I return his gaze, with a glare. He only laughs and returns his attention to the two ladies he was dancing with. He’s really starting to piss me off.
Not long afterwards, the door to Manny’s opens again, this time entering Kyle and Slim. I immediately go on alert and scan the club, sighing in relief when I see Liz staring right back at me, an unreadable mask across her face. Apparently, she’d noticed Slim’s arrival as well. He makes his way through the club, nodding at Sean before scanning the club as I did earlier. I watch as he makes his way over to Liz and I see her stiffen as he wraps his arms around her waist and draw her to him. They sway to the music, as he whispers in her ear. I can tell whatever he is saying is making her extremely uncomfortable, but he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care.
“What’s up Max…Mike,” Kyle greets as he comes and plops down at our table.
“S’up,” we mumble in unison. He grabs a nearby waitress and orders himself a drink before turning back to us.
“So what’s been going on?” he ask casually. I eye him curiously before answering.
“Nothing much…same ole same ole. What about you…you guys get everything squared away?” I inquire. The waitress returns with his drink and another round of beers for Michael and I. He waits until she leaves before answering.
“Yeah...yeah, everything’s cool.”
“Is that why Slim decided to come back sooner?” I try to keep the question as casual as possible. Kyle gives me a funny look before taking a hit of his drink.
“Nah…we had some business to take care of,” was all he said before turning his attention to the dance floor. A few minutes later, Slim walks up to the table, Liz planted firmly at his side. The two of them slide into the booth and he orders a Don.
“Maxwell…Michael,” he greets with a handshake.
“Hey, I’ll catch up with you later,” Michael tells me as he stands to make his exit. He gives a quick nod around the table before disappearing into the throws of bodies.
“So Max…how are things?” Slim asks while pulling out a cigar and lighting up. He offers me one and I refuse.
“Good, every things running smoothly.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He grins widely before his eyes travel around the room. “Let me ask you a question Max.” I raise an eyebrow for him to continue.
“How do you feel about dishonesty?” The question throws me off guard and I can only stare at him. Liz stiffens from her spot between us and it takes everything in my power not to look at her. “How do you feel about cheats and liars?” he growls out.
“I think they should be disposed of,” I say, giving the answer that he was expecting to hear. Liz’s head snapped up at my words and I ignore her piercing gaze.
“A man after my own heart,” Slim’s heavy laughter bellows over the pounding music. He takes another drag of his cigar before standing up. “Come with me,” he orders. He doesn’t give me a chance to object before he grabs Liz’s hand and pulling her to her feet. Checking to make sure that I have my piece tucked on the inside of my waistband. I stand up and follow them. My eyes lock with Michael’s. We speak volumes with our eyes and he nods in understanding at my unspoken question.
I follow Slim and Liz into a room at the back of the club. The room is different from the rest of the private rooms set up in the club. Were all the others are decorated in elaborate fabrics, plush pillows and a queen side bed, trying to set a romantic vibe. This one was dark and cold. The walls were bare and white with no windows. There was a desk with a milk crate in one corner and a funky old mat in the other. To make matters worse was that the room is completely soundproof.
“Bring his ass over here!” Slim barks out. Kyle and Sean nod before heading over to one of the darkened corners and dragging something…more like someone over dropping him at Slim’s feet. Whoever it was, was worked over pretty badly.
“Get your bitch ass up,” he growls while sending his steel toed boots in the poor guy’s stomach. The guy lifts his head to plead for his life and I hear Liz gasp beside me as I finally get a good look at him…Shaky.
Shaky was a kid from around the way that ran dope for Slim. He was a cool kid, always running his mouth like a female, but he was cool nonetheless. He was always giving the girls flowers and candy for Carmina. I haven’t seen him in a while, and I’d figured Slim had him doing a run as usual.
“S-Slim…p-please,” he stumbles, blood spraying from his mouth.
“Please what!” Slim shouts as he slams his fist into his face and a sickening sound echoes around the room. “You think you could steal from me and I wouldn’t find out?” Another kick to the stomach and Shaky is vomiting up blood. Now I’ve heard of Slim being a cold hearted bastard, but I’ve never been witness to his wrath. I look over at Liz, who is shaking tremendously and tears running down her face. I know she’s scared and it takes everything in me not to wrap her in my arms and take her away from all of this.
“Do you smell that?” Slim laughs as he sniffs the air. “I think this mutherfuckers shit his pants.” Kyle and Sean join in on the laugher and I stand there with a blank look on my face.
“Max…Liz, I’m going to show you what happens to someone that is dishonest and tries to cheat me.” He stares between the two of us with a wide smile. “Give it to me,” he tells Kyle who walks over to the door before returning with a sledge hammer.
“You know what your problem was Shaky? You always talked to damn much…always running your mouth,” his voice is eerily calm as he walks around Shaky’s broken body, who is he trying to balance himself on his hands and knees, the sledge hammer dangling casually from his hand. “Did you really think that you could dip into my money…my product without me finding out?”
“Slim I-I swear it…” his sentence was cut off as Slim slammed the hammer down on his left hand. Liz’s screams echoed around the rooms, drowning out Shaky’s blood quenching screams. Slim looks over at her and tilts his head.
“Relax Elizabeth…Shaky here has been a bad solider and has to be taught a lesson. Don’t you agree Max?” he turns addressing me. Walking over to me, he straightens his custom made Armani suit and runs his hand through his tussled hair.
“You would never lie to me would you Max? Nah, Max here is an honest man. I can trust you, can’t I Max?” he states, staring me dead in the eyes.
“Yeah…you can trust me,” I answer.
“Good…good.” He retrieves another cigar from his breast pocket and lit it up. He walks over and wraps his arm around Liz’s waist. He brushes off the tears from her cheeks and leans down for a kiss. She turns her head seconds before his lips make contact with hers and he chuckles.
“Take care of him Max,” he states, focusing back on me.
“What?” I ask confused.
“Why don’t you prove how trustworthy you are Max…show me how loyal you are,” he presses, holding the sledge hammer out to me. “Take care of him.” I eye it as if it was a foreign object. He had this crazed look in his eyes and something told me one wrong move would mean the difference between Liz and myself walking out of here alive. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know that he’s trying to send me a message. Taking the hammer from his hand, I walk over to Shaky who withers at my feet, cradling his broken hand. He cries out in pain as Sean yanks his uninjured hand and lays it flat against the concrete ground. I look over at Slim who is watching me expectantly and Liz who has a total look of fear in her eyes. I look down at Shaky, who stares up at me, his left eye swollen shut and blood running into his right from a large gash in his forehead. I send him a sympathetic look as I raise the hammer and bringing it down on his hand.
******
I stand in the dark corner near the women’s bathroom. From my spot, I can see the dance floor, but unless you’re looking extremely hard, you can’t see me. I wait patiently and soon I see her making her way towards me. I reach out and grab her around the waist and drag her deeper into the shadows.
“Ahh!” She lets out a high pitched scream, but it is drowned out by the loud pounding music.
“Shh, it’s me,” I whisper against her ear and she instantly relaxes against me. I sit her back down on the ground and she turns around and throws herself into my arms.
“Oh god Max,” she cries as she buries her faces in my chest. She’s literally shaking in my arms.
“It’s okay Liz…it’s okay,” I try to soothe her as I stroke her back. We stand there holding on to each other, needing the extra closeness. After the first blow to Shaky’s hand I pretty much went numb after that. I remember Slim ordering us to finish him off and the way Sean and Kyle had delivered blow after blow at him until he laid lifeless on the cold floor. I remembered dropping the hammer and staring at the scene detached.
“Teach him not to stick his hand in another man’s cookie jar,” Slim had laughed as he slapped me on the back and walked out of the room.
I pull away from Liz and even though it is dark, I can practically see the concern written on her face.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, cupping her face. She nods gently, turning and kisses my palm.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell her, stroking her arm gently. “I can take care of myself. It’s you I’m worried about.”
“Me,” she ponders.
“Yes you.” I pull her back against me, hating what I’m about to say. “I don’t want you to leave Slim.”
“What?!”
“Listen to me, he’s on something right now, and after tonight; I wouldn’t put anything past him and I’m not putting you in danger.” I kiss her forehead, feeling her arms tighten around me.
“What are we going to do?” She asks pulling away from me slightly. I sigh heavily, hating having to do this.
“I think we should chill for a while,” I tell her. Silence falls around us for what seems like forever before she steps back into my embrace.
“Okay, but I don’t like it,” she points out. I smile slightly.
“Neither do I Lizzie...neither do I.” I stroke her neck, feeling the tears soak through my shirt, and we just stand there, neither one of us wanting to let go.
“I better get back,” whispers as she steps out of my arms. She moves to leave and I grab her by the wrist. I take her mouth in a demanding kiss, trying to pour every ounce of my heart into it. She returns it with just as much passion and I push back the ache in my chest and focus on her and only her.
“I have to go,” she mumbles against my lips before sucking them back between her own.
“I know…I love you,” I sigh, stealing one last kiss.
“I love you too,” she pants out before making a quick dash towards the ladies room.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I lean against the wall trying to collect my thoughts. Sighing heavily, I straighten my appearance before making my way back to the dance floor. I groan as soon as I step onto the floor and a mass of blonde blocks my path.
“Maxie,” Tess purrs, sinking her claws into my ass.
“Didn’t I tell you to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME?” I growl. I don’t know what I have to do to get it through thick skull.
“Oh don’t be that way Max. If you give a chance, I can make it worth your while.” She grabs my crotch and I resist the urge to throw up.
“Get your hands off me,” I snarl.
“What’s the matter Max…I didn’t hear you complaining when I was giving you the blowjob of your life,” she giggles. I grab her roughly, ignoring her cries of pain.
“You listen to me you little psycho. There will never be a you and me…you were nothing but a quick fuck and I never want to have anything else to do with you…do you hear me. If I ever catch you near me again, so help me Tess…you will regret it,” I threaten. Her only response was to laugh. I push her away from me in disgust, and make my way to the exit, missing her words.
“No…you’ll regret it Max.”
XOXOXO
LS
Chapter 15
"I need you to do me a favor," I yell over at Michael as we sit at a table in the back of Manny's. I survey the club, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. My eyes land on Liz, who is dancing with Maria. As if feeling my eyes on her, she turns my way and our eyes lock. She sends me a smile, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. I can tell that whatever Slim said to her still had her a little shaken, but she refuse to tell me what was said which is driving me fucking crazy. When Maria and the rest of the girls returned later that evening, they all wanted to head to Manny's since it was "Ladies Night.' The place was pack from wall to wall with women laughing, dancing and drinking to their hearts content. There were a few men around, hoping to score with some of the desperate ladies out tonight, but of course they didn’t get in free and there drinks cost them more then usual on Ladies Night. My eyes stay on Liz, watching the way her hips sway from side to side.
“What’s up?” Michael’s voice draws me away from her hypnotizing moves. I scoot closer to him so that I don’t have to shout and have everyone in my business.
“I need to know if something was to happen to me, that you’d look after Liz,” I state seriously, my eyes traveling once again to where she dances upon the dance floor.
“What? Why? What’s going on?” He turns towards me fully, and I can see the concern written all over his face. “Did Slim find out about you and Liz?” he whispers, his eyes darting around the club.
“I don’t think so,” I take a deep swig of my beer. “But I been having this funny feeling that something is about to go down,” I say honestly.
“See, I told your ass that something like this would happen…but you wouldn’t listen…you just had to go and fuck with Slim’s girl…and now look…”
“Look!” I snap at him, cutting off his ridiculous rambling. “I don’t need your lecture right now. What I need is to know is that if anything happens to me, you will protect Liz.” I dig into my pocket and pull out an envelope and slide it across the table to him.
“What’s that?” he asks, eyeing it as if something was to jump out and bite him.
“Security,” is all I say before swallow the rest of my beer. My eyes travel to the entrance and I see Sean step in. I haven’t seen him since he and the other two guards peeled out of Slim’s driveway earlier. I watch as he strolls through the club as if he owns the joint. He stops to talk to Manny and the two of them hold what looks like a heated discussion. What the hell? I sit up straighter in my seat as I watch Sean slip Manny a roll of money. The two of them exchange a few more words before Manny hands Sean a bottle of wine and heads to his office. Sean continues to go around the club grinning at the ladies and doing what he thought was the latest dance moves.
I watch him, the way he moves and the aura around him. I guess he must have felt my eyes on him, because he turns and our eyes lock. He raises his eyebrow at me before briefly letting his eyes travel to Liz before landing back on me, a smirk playing across his lips. I return his gaze, with a glare. He only laughs and returns his attention to the two ladies he was dancing with. He’s really starting to piss me off.
Not long afterwards, the door to Manny’s opens again, this time entering Kyle and Slim. I immediately go on alert and scan the club, sighing in relief when I see Liz staring right back at me, an unreadable mask across her face. Apparently, she’d noticed Slim’s arrival as well. He makes his way through the club, nodding at Sean before scanning the club as I did earlier. I watch as he makes his way over to Liz and I see her stiffen as he wraps his arms around her waist and draw her to him. They sway to the music, as he whispers in her ear. I can tell whatever he is saying is making her extremely uncomfortable, but he either doesn’t notice or just doesn’t care.
“What’s up Max…Mike,” Kyle greets as he comes and plops down at our table.
“S’up,” we mumble in unison. He grabs a nearby waitress and orders himself a drink before turning back to us.
“So what’s been going on?” he ask casually. I eye him curiously before answering.
“Nothing much…same ole same ole. What about you…you guys get everything squared away?” I inquire. The waitress returns with his drink and another round of beers for Michael and I. He waits until she leaves before answering.
“Yeah...yeah, everything’s cool.”
“Is that why Slim decided to come back sooner?” I try to keep the question as casual as possible. Kyle gives me a funny look before taking a hit of his drink.
“Nah…we had some business to take care of,” was all he said before turning his attention to the dance floor. A few minutes later, Slim walks up to the table, Liz planted firmly at his side. The two of them slide into the booth and he orders a Don.
“Maxwell…Michael,” he greets with a handshake.
“Hey, I’ll catch up with you later,” Michael tells me as he stands to make his exit. He gives a quick nod around the table before disappearing into the throws of bodies.
“So Max…how are things?” Slim asks while pulling out a cigar and lighting up. He offers me one and I refuse.
“Good, every things running smoothly.”
“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” He grins widely before his eyes travel around the room. “Let me ask you a question Max.” I raise an eyebrow for him to continue.
“How do you feel about dishonesty?” The question throws me off guard and I can only stare at him. Liz stiffens from her spot between us and it takes everything in my power not to look at her. “How do you feel about cheats and liars?” he growls out.
“I think they should be disposed of,” I say, giving the answer that he was expecting to hear. Liz’s head snapped up at my words and I ignore her piercing gaze.
“A man after my own heart,” Slim’s heavy laughter bellows over the pounding music. He takes another drag of his cigar before standing up. “Come with me,” he orders. He doesn’t give me a chance to object before he grabs Liz’s hand and pulling her to her feet. Checking to make sure that I have my piece tucked on the inside of my waistband. I stand up and follow them. My eyes lock with Michael’s. We speak volumes with our eyes and he nods in understanding at my unspoken question.
I follow Slim and Liz into a room at the back of the club. The room is different from the rest of the private rooms set up in the club. Were all the others are decorated in elaborate fabrics, plush pillows and a queen side bed, trying to set a romantic vibe. This one was dark and cold. The walls were bare and white with no windows. There was a desk with a milk crate in one corner and a funky old mat in the other. To make matters worse was that the room is completely soundproof.
“Bring his ass over here!” Slim barks out. Kyle and Sean nod before heading over to one of the darkened corners and dragging something…more like someone over dropping him at Slim’s feet. Whoever it was, was worked over pretty badly.
“Get your bitch ass up,” he growls while sending his steel toed boots in the poor guy’s stomach. The guy lifts his head to plead for his life and I hear Liz gasp beside me as I finally get a good look at him…Shaky.
Shaky was a kid from around the way that ran dope for Slim. He was a cool kid, always running his mouth like a female, but he was cool nonetheless. He was always giving the girls flowers and candy for Carmina. I haven’t seen him in a while, and I’d figured Slim had him doing a run as usual.
“S-Slim…p-please,” he stumbles, blood spraying from his mouth.
“Please what!” Slim shouts as he slams his fist into his face and a sickening sound echoes around the room. “You think you could steal from me and I wouldn’t find out?” Another kick to the stomach and Shaky is vomiting up blood. Now I’ve heard of Slim being a cold hearted bastard, but I’ve never been witness to his wrath. I look over at Liz, who is shaking tremendously and tears running down her face. I know she’s scared and it takes everything in me not to wrap her in my arms and take her away from all of this.
“Do you smell that?” Slim laughs as he sniffs the air. “I think this mutherfuckers shit his pants.” Kyle and Sean join in on the laugher and I stand there with a blank look on my face.
“Max…Liz, I’m going to show you what happens to someone that is dishonest and tries to cheat me.” He stares between the two of us with a wide smile. “Give it to me,” he tells Kyle who walks over to the door before returning with a sledge hammer.
“You know what your problem was Shaky? You always talked to damn much…always running your mouth,” his voice is eerily calm as he walks around Shaky’s broken body, who is he trying to balance himself on his hands and knees, the sledge hammer dangling casually from his hand. “Did you really think that you could dip into my money…my product without me finding out?”
“Slim I-I swear it…” his sentence was cut off as Slim slammed the hammer down on his left hand. Liz’s screams echoed around the rooms, drowning out Shaky’s blood quenching screams. Slim looks over at her and tilts his head.
“Relax Elizabeth…Shaky here has been a bad solider and has to be taught a lesson. Don’t you agree Max?” he turns addressing me. Walking over to me, he straightens his custom made Armani suit and runs his hand through his tussled hair.
“You would never lie to me would you Max? Nah, Max here is an honest man. I can trust you, can’t I Max?” he states, staring me dead in the eyes.
“Yeah…you can trust me,” I answer.
“Good…good.” He retrieves another cigar from his breast pocket and lit it up. He walks over and wraps his arm around Liz’s waist. He brushes off the tears from her cheeks and leans down for a kiss. She turns her head seconds before his lips make contact with hers and he chuckles.
“Take care of him Max,” he states, focusing back on me.
“What?” I ask confused.
“Why don’t you prove how trustworthy you are Max…show me how loyal you are,” he presses, holding the sledge hammer out to me. “Take care of him.” I eye it as if it was a foreign object. He had this crazed look in his eyes and something told me one wrong move would mean the difference between Liz and myself walking out of here alive. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but I know that he’s trying to send me a message. Taking the hammer from his hand, I walk over to Shaky who withers at my feet, cradling his broken hand. He cries out in pain as Sean yanks his uninjured hand and lays it flat against the concrete ground. I look over at Slim who is watching me expectantly and Liz who has a total look of fear in her eyes. I look down at Shaky, who stares up at me, his left eye swollen shut and blood running into his right from a large gash in his forehead. I send him a sympathetic look as I raise the hammer and bringing it down on his hand.
******
I stand in the dark corner near the women’s bathroom. From my spot, I can see the dance floor, but unless you’re looking extremely hard, you can’t see me. I wait patiently and soon I see her making her way towards me. I reach out and grab her around the waist and drag her deeper into the shadows.
“Ahh!” She lets out a high pitched scream, but it is drowned out by the loud pounding music.
“Shh, it’s me,” I whisper against her ear and she instantly relaxes against me. I sit her back down on the ground and she turns around and throws herself into my arms.
“Oh god Max,” she cries as she buries her faces in my chest. She’s literally shaking in my arms.
“It’s okay Liz…it’s okay,” I try to soothe her as I stroke her back. We stand there holding on to each other, needing the extra closeness. After the first blow to Shaky’s hand I pretty much went numb after that. I remember Slim ordering us to finish him off and the way Sean and Kyle had delivered blow after blow at him until he laid lifeless on the cold floor. I remembered dropping the hammer and staring at the scene detached.
“Teach him not to stick his hand in another man’s cookie jar,” Slim had laughed as he slapped me on the back and walked out of the room.
I pull away from Liz and even though it is dark, I can practically see the concern written on her face.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, cupping her face. She nods gently, turning and kisses my palm.
“What about you?”
“Don’t worry about me,” I tell her, stroking her arm gently. “I can take care of myself. It’s you I’m worried about.”
“Me,” she ponders.
“Yes you.” I pull her back against me, hating what I’m about to say. “I don’t want you to leave Slim.”
“What?!”
“Listen to me, he’s on something right now, and after tonight; I wouldn’t put anything past him and I’m not putting you in danger.” I kiss her forehead, feeling her arms tighten around me.
“What are we going to do?” She asks pulling away from me slightly. I sigh heavily, hating having to do this.
“I think we should chill for a while,” I tell her. Silence falls around us for what seems like forever before she steps back into my embrace.
“Okay, but I don’t like it,” she points out. I smile slightly.
“Neither do I Lizzie...neither do I.” I stroke her neck, feeling the tears soak through my shirt, and we just stand there, neither one of us wanting to let go.
“I better get back,” whispers as she steps out of my arms. She moves to leave and I grab her by the wrist. I take her mouth in a demanding kiss, trying to pour every ounce of my heart into it. She returns it with just as much passion and I push back the ache in my chest and focus on her and only her.
“I have to go,” she mumbles against my lips before sucking them back between her own.
“I know…I love you,” I sigh, stealing one last kiss.
“I love you too,” she pants out before making a quick dash towards the ladies room.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I lean against the wall trying to collect my thoughts. Sighing heavily, I straighten my appearance before making my way back to the dance floor. I groan as soon as I step onto the floor and a mass of blonde blocks my path.
“Maxie,” Tess purrs, sinking her claws into my ass.
“Didn’t I tell you to STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME?” I growl. I don’t know what I have to do to get it through thick skull.
“Oh don’t be that way Max. If you give a chance, I can make it worth your while.” She grabs my crotch and I resist the urge to throw up.
“Get your hands off me,” I snarl.
“What’s the matter Max…I didn’t hear you complaining when I was giving you the blowjob of your life,” she giggles. I grab her roughly, ignoring her cries of pain.
“You listen to me you little psycho. There will never be a you and me…you were nothing but a quick fuck and I never want to have anything else to do with you…do you hear me. If I ever catch you near me again, so help me Tess…you will regret it,” I threaten. Her only response was to laugh. I push her away from me in disgust, and make my way to the exit, missing her words.
“No…you’ll regret it Max.”
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So I know that this story has been in Max's POV and the beginning of this chapter will continue that way, but it will switch to third person narrative because...well you'll just have to read to see 
Hope you like
XOXOXOXO
LS
Chapter 16
“I miss you,” her soft voice floats through the line, and I can hear the sadness that she is failing miserably at trying to hide.
“I know. I miss you too, baby,” I sigh heavily into the phone. It’s been two weeks since that night at Manny’s and as we agreed, we’ve haven’t been with each other. The only time I’ve seen her was when I went by the house a few days ago to make a drop. Slim was still acting weird and we kept our greetings to the minimum. Since that night, I’ve been making arrangements to take Liz and get the hell out of Roswell. My mom didn’t raise a fool and I’ve been putting my money away as well. All the arrangements are made; the only thing left was to figure out how to get Liz away from Slim. He had been keeping her on a tight reign lately; not wanting her to go anywhere without him.
“I need to see you,” she pleads, and I know the feeling. I miss being able to hold her, to touch her, to kiss her.
“Liz,” I moan, knowing that it wasn’t a good idea.
“Please Max. I have to tell you something.” She knows I could never deny her. I let out a defeated breath and agree.
“How are you going to get away?” I finally ask her.
“Don’t worry about that…just meet me at 7,” she instructs and I can hear the smile in her voice. I can’t help but smile myself at the possibility of seeing her.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
“Okay, I’ll see you then. I love you Max,” she tells me, and my smile grows wider.
“I love you too Lizzie,” I hang up the phone and looked at the clock. It was 5:30. I decided that it was now or never. This could be our only chance to leave Roswell. I grab my duffle bag from the hall closet and toss it on the bed. Getting on my hands and knees, I look under the bed. Finding what I am looking for, I pull the lockbox out from under it. Twisting in the combination I lift up the top. Digging through the wads of cash, I finally come upon the large, orange envelope. Pulling out the contents, I find myself reading over the words for the hundredth time.
Last Will and Testament of Phillip Bernard Evans
It arrived a week ago along with a letter from Maggie Evans, his wife. He had died over two months ago from a massive heart attack and she had been looking for me every since. Inside the envelope was a letter from Phillip, his will, a bunch of legal papers and a set of keys. I haven’t even touched the letter. I don’t think I can listen to what he has to say right now. What shocked me the most was what I had read in his will. Apparently he had managed to make a good life for himself after leaving my mom high and dry. He owned several pieces of land which he left to Maggie, all except one. Lifting up the deed, I read over the words once again.
E & E Ranch
It sat on 200 acres of land, complete with a 10,000 square foot log house that consisted of 6 bedrooms, 3 baths a 4 bedroom guest house, its own private lake, 10 stall horse barn and a beautiful mountain view. The place was immaculate and mine. I don’t know why he would leave it to me, especially since I haven’t talked to the guy since my mom’s funeral twelve years ago. Maybe he felt guilty and wanted to clear his heart and soul before he died. It’s a question I might not ever know the answer to and I’m not going to dwell on it at the moment. All I know is that without even realizing it, Phillip had gave me the answer I has been looking for.
Sliding the papers into my duffle bag, I throw in a few clothes and necessities and toss it over my shoulder. I take one last long around the place that I've called home for the last three years. I really can't say that I'm going to miss the place. The place is a dump and should be condemned, but I have to admit, it does hold some special memories between Liz and I that I will always cherish, but hopefully we'll be making new memories soon.
Locking up the apartment, I head down to Louie's apartment. I can hear the T.V. blasting as usual and knock loudly. A few strings of curse words float through the door before the volume on the television is lowered and I hear him scuffling towards the door.
"What the hell do you want?" he growls out when he finally manages to swing the door open.
"It's good to see you too Louie?" I clip, I never did like his fat ass. He grunts and stares at me expectantly.
"Here," I say, tossing the keys at his chest.
"What's this?" he asked confused.
"I'm out," I state simply before turning to leave.
"Out where, you still have two more months left on your lease, you're not going to stiff me out of my money," he yells at my retreating form. I stop in my tracks and turn towards him.
"Take it out of the overpriced security deposit you charged me to move into this dump. You should have been paying me to stay and this hell hole," I snap, standing directly above him. I glare down at him, daring him to say something so I can slap the taste out of his mouth.
"Get the hell off my property and don't ever let me catch you around here," he returns once he realizes he's not going to get another penny out of me.
"Whatever." I adjust my bag over my shoulder and make my way down the hall. Pushing through the large steal door, I step out onto the stoop. I inhale sharply as I take one last look at the neighborhood before jogging down the steps and making my way to my car. Unlocking the trunk, I toss in my bag and slam it closed.
“Hey Max.” I swirl around to find Tess standing before me. I really don’t have time for this shit.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I growl, barely able to contain my anger.
“I wanted to see you,” she answers simply.
“What part of stay away from me do you not understand? I don’t want nothing to do with you.” I shout.
“Maybe I have something that might change your mind,” she suggest seductively as she steps closer, rubbing her hand over my chest. The move causes me to snap and I grab her arm roughly and twist it behind her back as I slam her against the trunk of the car, ignoring her cries of pain and the stares from some of the people standing on the street.
“Now you listen to me and you listen good you psychotic bitch,” I whisper against her ear so that only she can hear me. “If I ever catch you anywhere near me…if you even think about coming near me…I will make your ass regret the day you ever crossed my path. You stay away from me…this shit ends now. Understand?” When she doesn't answer, I twisted her arm a little harder.
“Understand!?”
“Yes,” she lets out in a strangle sob.
“Glad we’ve come to an understanding.” I shove her roughly off my car and watch as she stumbles to the ground, landing on her ass. She’s crying and a part of me feela guilty for treating her the way I did, but some people only understand if you give it to them harshly. Climbing into my car, she calls out my name but I ignore her as I throw the car into gear in drive off. Hopefully this is the last I will ever see of Tess Harding.
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I smile as I see her form come into view. She’s wearing the yellow dress that makes her look even more like the sun. As I stride toward her, I can’t help my smile as it widens to unorthodox proportion. She is the epitome of beauty. The slight breeze catches her long brown tresses and I can’t help but to just stop and stare at her for a moment. Her face is lit up with a smile that mirrors my own and her head’s tilted slightly as if studying me. As I resume my trek toward her, I noticed that her smile fades and her eyes widen.
“Maaxx!” I hear her call out to me as a car suddenly pulls up behind me. I turn just in time to see the window roll down and the barrel of a gun staring me in the face. Without thinking, I turn and take out in a dead run toward her.
I heard the shot as it rung out, felt the sting in my left leg and then another burning sensation in my back, but it didn’t matter. My only focus was to get to her...to protect her.
I vaguely feel it as she pushes me off her. Vaguely hear her voice as she frantically calls my name. I blink back the tears that appeared out of nowhere, to see her face as it hovers above me, her tears landing in hot splashes upon my cheek. Man, I hate to see her cry. I reach out to brush the straggling tears from her cheek, noticing how my hand shakes uncontrollably.
“It’s okay Max...you’re going to be okay” she hiccups, brushing her soft hands across my forehead. I take comfort in her words as I feel my eyes grow heavy and all I want to do is go to sleep.
"Max! Max, you have to stay awake. Why isn't he answering...what's happening?" I can hear Liz crying, but why does she sound so far away?
"Ma'am, please, you have to stand back and let the paramedics do their job,” a police officer says as he tried to calm Liz down. Liz ignored him. Instead, she focused on the two medics as they proceeded to stick IV’s and tubes into Max's still body. In what seemed like forever, they finally placed him onto the stretcher.
"I'm going with you," Liz insisted as they loaded him into the ambulance. Neither of the paramedics argued with her as they quickly helped her onto the bus. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked the paramedic who was checking Max's vitals.
"We're doing the best we can miss," she answered sympathetically. Liz nodded tightly, a single tear falling down her blood streaked cheek. With shaky hands, Liz ran her fingers across Max's forehead.
"I know you can hear me Max. . .you have to fight. . .you have to fight. . .we need you," she whispered, praying silently as they sped through the streets, the sirens blaring.
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As soon as they arrived at Roswell Memorial Hospital, the doctors and nurses swept Max away fast, leaving Liz standing there like a lost child.
"Liz!" Liz turned around to see Maria, Isabel, Mama Rinaldo and Alfonso rushing toward her.
"Oh my god, we've been looking all over for you," Maria cried, pulling her into a suffocating hug.
"Wh…what are you doing here?" Liz asked, knowing that she hadn't had the chance to call anyone.
"You don't know?" Maria realized.
"Know what?" Liz questioned, looking between them. "Know what?!” she demanded when no one spoke up. "Why are you here?" A sick feeling began to settle in Liz's stomach.
"We've been trying to reach you," Maria began. Liz looked away guilitly. She had cut off the cell phone in case Stefano happened to call. She knew Max wouldn't call with the risk of him answering. For the last two weeks, she would call him only. Turning her attention back to Maria, she tried to focus on what she was saying. "Someone stormed into Dino's earlier and shot up the place,” her voice quivered and tears began to fall from her big green eyes "Kyle, Dontello a-and Slim were inside a-a-and," she couldn't finish and was overcome with tears.
"Kyle and Dontello didn't make it and Slim is barely hanging on," Alfonso finished as he gathered Maria in his arms.
"Oh God, Maria," Liz stepped forward to embrace her friend, only to be stopped when Isabel stepped in her path.
"Where were you?" she demanded.
"Bella!" Mama Rinaldo scolded, but Isabel ignored her.
"Where were you, Liz?” she asked again, grabbing her arm roughly. All eyes were on Liz, waiting on her answer. Liz knew there was no way to hide it any longer. The truth was bound to come out, now, more then ever.
"I was with Max," she admitted guiltily. The side of Liz's face stung with fire as Isabel's hand collided with her cheek.
"So all this time we've been worried sick about you and my brother's laying in a hospital bed fighting for his life and you're off spreading your legs for Max like some common whore," she bit out hotly.
"Isabella Rinaldo qiudichi vostro tongue!" Mama Rinaldo stepped forward and proceeded to reprimand her daughter in fierce Italian. A strangled sob escaped Isabel's lips before she ran out of the waiting room, pushing past Michael who had just stepped through the door.
"Michael!" Maria cried the moment she saw him. Michael wrapped her in his arms and held her as she continued to cry. Alfonso eyed Liz, taking in her blood stained dress.
"What happened, Elizabeth?" he asked, breaking her out of her daze.
"M-Max, someone s-shot Max," she whispered brokenly, staring down at all the blood covering her hands, Max's blood. She began to shake violently and tears blurred her vision.
"Come, sit with me Elisabetta," Mama Rinaldo said softly beside her. Liz looked up to realize Alfonso had left and it was just her and Mama Rinaldo left alone. Nodding slightly, she followed her in a daze over to the row of green padded hospital waiting chairs.
"Rest," she patted her leg and Liz happily stretched out across the chairs, resting her head in her lap. Mama Rinaldo just sat there, running her fingers through her hair as she proceeded to cry. Liz cried for Max. She cried for Kyle and Dontello; for Maria and Isabel. She cried for Stefano. She laid her hands over her stomach and cried even harder. She cried until she thought she had used all the tears her body could produce, only to cry began the process all over again.
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Chapter 16
“I miss you,” her soft voice floats through the line, and I can hear the sadness that she is failing miserably at trying to hide.
“I know. I miss you too, baby,” I sigh heavily into the phone. It’s been two weeks since that night at Manny’s and as we agreed, we’ve haven’t been with each other. The only time I’ve seen her was when I went by the house a few days ago to make a drop. Slim was still acting weird and we kept our greetings to the minimum. Since that night, I’ve been making arrangements to take Liz and get the hell out of Roswell. My mom didn’t raise a fool and I’ve been putting my money away as well. All the arrangements are made; the only thing left was to figure out how to get Liz away from Slim. He had been keeping her on a tight reign lately; not wanting her to go anywhere without him.
“I need to see you,” she pleads, and I know the feeling. I miss being able to hold her, to touch her, to kiss her.
“Liz,” I moan, knowing that it wasn’t a good idea.
“Please Max. I have to tell you something.” She knows I could never deny her. I let out a defeated breath and agree.
“How are you going to get away?” I finally ask her.
“Don’t worry about that…just meet me at 7,” she instructs and I can hear the smile in her voice. I can’t help but smile myself at the possibility of seeing her.
“Okay,” I whisper back.
“Okay, I’ll see you then. I love you Max,” she tells me, and my smile grows wider.
“I love you too Lizzie,” I hang up the phone and looked at the clock. It was 5:30. I decided that it was now or never. This could be our only chance to leave Roswell. I grab my duffle bag from the hall closet and toss it on the bed. Getting on my hands and knees, I look under the bed. Finding what I am looking for, I pull the lockbox out from under it. Twisting in the combination I lift up the top. Digging through the wads of cash, I finally come upon the large, orange envelope. Pulling out the contents, I find myself reading over the words for the hundredth time.
Last Will and Testament of Phillip Bernard Evans
It arrived a week ago along with a letter from Maggie Evans, his wife. He had died over two months ago from a massive heart attack and she had been looking for me every since. Inside the envelope was a letter from Phillip, his will, a bunch of legal papers and a set of keys. I haven’t even touched the letter. I don’t think I can listen to what he has to say right now. What shocked me the most was what I had read in his will. Apparently he had managed to make a good life for himself after leaving my mom high and dry. He owned several pieces of land which he left to Maggie, all except one. Lifting up the deed, I read over the words once again.
E & E Ranch
It sat on 200 acres of land, complete with a 10,000 square foot log house that consisted of 6 bedrooms, 3 baths a 4 bedroom guest house, its own private lake, 10 stall horse barn and a beautiful mountain view. The place was immaculate and mine. I don’t know why he would leave it to me, especially since I haven’t talked to the guy since my mom’s funeral twelve years ago. Maybe he felt guilty and wanted to clear his heart and soul before he died. It’s a question I might not ever know the answer to and I’m not going to dwell on it at the moment. All I know is that without even realizing it, Phillip had gave me the answer I has been looking for.
Sliding the papers into my duffle bag, I throw in a few clothes and necessities and toss it over my shoulder. I take one last long around the place that I've called home for the last three years. I really can't say that I'm going to miss the place. The place is a dump and should be condemned, but I have to admit, it does hold some special memories between Liz and I that I will always cherish, but hopefully we'll be making new memories soon.
Locking up the apartment, I head down to Louie's apartment. I can hear the T.V. blasting as usual and knock loudly. A few strings of curse words float through the door before the volume on the television is lowered and I hear him scuffling towards the door.
"What the hell do you want?" he growls out when he finally manages to swing the door open.
"It's good to see you too Louie?" I clip, I never did like his fat ass. He grunts and stares at me expectantly.
"Here," I say, tossing the keys at his chest.
"What's this?" he asked confused.
"I'm out," I state simply before turning to leave.
"Out where, you still have two more months left on your lease, you're not going to stiff me out of my money," he yells at my retreating form. I stop in my tracks and turn towards him.
"Take it out of the overpriced security deposit you charged me to move into this dump. You should have been paying me to stay and this hell hole," I snap, standing directly above him. I glare down at him, daring him to say something so I can slap the taste out of his mouth.
"Get the hell off my property and don't ever let me catch you around here," he returns once he realizes he's not going to get another penny out of me.
"Whatever." I adjust my bag over my shoulder and make my way down the hall. Pushing through the large steal door, I step out onto the stoop. I inhale sharply as I take one last look at the neighborhood before jogging down the steps and making my way to my car. Unlocking the trunk, I toss in my bag and slam it closed.
“Hey Max.” I swirl around to find Tess standing before me. I really don’t have time for this shit.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I growl, barely able to contain my anger.
“I wanted to see you,” she answers simply.
“What part of stay away from me do you not understand? I don’t want nothing to do with you.” I shout.
“Maybe I have something that might change your mind,” she suggest seductively as she steps closer, rubbing her hand over my chest. The move causes me to snap and I grab her arm roughly and twist it behind her back as I slam her against the trunk of the car, ignoring her cries of pain and the stares from some of the people standing on the street.
“Now you listen to me and you listen good you psychotic bitch,” I whisper against her ear so that only she can hear me. “If I ever catch you anywhere near me…if you even think about coming near me…I will make your ass regret the day you ever crossed my path. You stay away from me…this shit ends now. Understand?” When she doesn't answer, I twisted her arm a little harder.
“Understand!?”
“Yes,” she lets out in a strangle sob.
“Glad we’ve come to an understanding.” I shove her roughly off my car and watch as she stumbles to the ground, landing on her ass. She’s crying and a part of me feela guilty for treating her the way I did, but some people only understand if you give it to them harshly. Climbing into my car, she calls out my name but I ignore her as I throw the car into gear in drive off. Hopefully this is the last I will ever see of Tess Harding.
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I smile as I see her form come into view. She’s wearing the yellow dress that makes her look even more like the sun. As I stride toward her, I can’t help my smile as it widens to unorthodox proportion. She is the epitome of beauty. The slight breeze catches her long brown tresses and I can’t help but to just stop and stare at her for a moment. Her face is lit up with a smile that mirrors my own and her head’s tilted slightly as if studying me. As I resume my trek toward her, I noticed that her smile fades and her eyes widen.
“Maaxx!” I hear her call out to me as a car suddenly pulls up behind me. I turn just in time to see the window roll down and the barrel of a gun staring me in the face. Without thinking, I turn and take out in a dead run toward her.
I heard the shot as it rung out, felt the sting in my left leg and then another burning sensation in my back, but it didn’t matter. My only focus was to get to her...to protect her.
I vaguely feel it as she pushes me off her. Vaguely hear her voice as she frantically calls my name. I blink back the tears that appeared out of nowhere, to see her face as it hovers above me, her tears landing in hot splashes upon my cheek. Man, I hate to see her cry. I reach out to brush the straggling tears from her cheek, noticing how my hand shakes uncontrollably.
“It’s okay Max...you’re going to be okay” she hiccups, brushing her soft hands across my forehead. I take comfort in her words as I feel my eyes grow heavy and all I want to do is go to sleep.
"Max! Max, you have to stay awake. Why isn't he answering...what's happening?" I can hear Liz crying, but why does she sound so far away?
"Ma'am, please, you have to stand back and let the paramedics do their job,” a police officer says as he tried to calm Liz down. Liz ignored him. Instead, she focused on the two medics as they proceeded to stick IV’s and tubes into Max's still body. In what seemed like forever, they finally placed him onto the stretcher.
"I'm going with you," Liz insisted as they loaded him into the ambulance. Neither of the paramedics argued with her as they quickly helped her onto the bus. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked the paramedic who was checking Max's vitals.
"We're doing the best we can miss," she answered sympathetically. Liz nodded tightly, a single tear falling down her blood streaked cheek. With shaky hands, Liz ran her fingers across Max's forehead.
"I know you can hear me Max. . .you have to fight. . .you have to fight. . .we need you," she whispered, praying silently as they sped through the streets, the sirens blaring.
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As soon as they arrived at Roswell Memorial Hospital, the doctors and nurses swept Max away fast, leaving Liz standing there like a lost child.
"Liz!" Liz turned around to see Maria, Isabel, Mama Rinaldo and Alfonso rushing toward her.
"Oh my god, we've been looking all over for you," Maria cried, pulling her into a suffocating hug.
"Wh…what are you doing here?" Liz asked, knowing that she hadn't had the chance to call anyone.
"You don't know?" Maria realized.
"Know what?" Liz questioned, looking between them. "Know what?!” she demanded when no one spoke up. "Why are you here?" A sick feeling began to settle in Liz's stomach.
"We've been trying to reach you," Maria began. Liz looked away guilitly. She had cut off the cell phone in case Stefano happened to call. She knew Max wouldn't call with the risk of him answering. For the last two weeks, she would call him only. Turning her attention back to Maria, she tried to focus on what she was saying. "Someone stormed into Dino's earlier and shot up the place,” her voice quivered and tears began to fall from her big green eyes "Kyle, Dontello a-and Slim were inside a-a-and," she couldn't finish and was overcome with tears.
"Kyle and Dontello didn't make it and Slim is barely hanging on," Alfonso finished as he gathered Maria in his arms.
"Oh God, Maria," Liz stepped forward to embrace her friend, only to be stopped when Isabel stepped in her path.
"Where were you?" she demanded.
"Bella!" Mama Rinaldo scolded, but Isabel ignored her.
"Where were you, Liz?” she asked again, grabbing her arm roughly. All eyes were on Liz, waiting on her answer. Liz knew there was no way to hide it any longer. The truth was bound to come out, now, more then ever.
"I was with Max," she admitted guiltily. The side of Liz's face stung with fire as Isabel's hand collided with her cheek.
"So all this time we've been worried sick about you and my brother's laying in a hospital bed fighting for his life and you're off spreading your legs for Max like some common whore," she bit out hotly.
"Isabella Rinaldo qiudichi vostro tongue!" Mama Rinaldo stepped forward and proceeded to reprimand her daughter in fierce Italian. A strangled sob escaped Isabel's lips before she ran out of the waiting room, pushing past Michael who had just stepped through the door.
"Michael!" Maria cried the moment she saw him. Michael wrapped her in his arms and held her as she continued to cry. Alfonso eyed Liz, taking in her blood stained dress.
"What happened, Elizabeth?" he asked, breaking her out of her daze.
"M-Max, someone s-shot Max," she whispered brokenly, staring down at all the blood covering her hands, Max's blood. She began to shake violently and tears blurred her vision.
"Come, sit with me Elisabetta," Mama Rinaldo said softly beside her. Liz looked up to realize Alfonso had left and it was just her and Mama Rinaldo left alone. Nodding slightly, she followed her in a daze over to the row of green padded hospital waiting chairs.
"Rest," she patted her leg and Liz happily stretched out across the chairs, resting her head in her lap. Mama Rinaldo just sat there, running her fingers through her hair as she proceeded to cry. Liz cried for Max. She cried for Kyle and Dontello; for Maria and Isabel. She cried for Stefano. She laid her hands over her stomach and cried even harder. She cried until she thought she had used all the tears her body could produce, only to cry began the process all over again.
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Chapter 17
“Elizabeth.” Liz moaned softly in her sleep. Alfonso kneeled down in front of her, trailing a finger over her tear stained cheek as he softly called her name. Her eyes drifted open slowly and it took a minute for her to recognize him and her surroundings and everything came crashing back to her.
“Max!” She shot up, looking around the waiting room in a panic. A blanket she hadn’t been aware of tangled around her ankles causing her to trip. Luckily Alfonso’s reaction was quick and he caught her before she fell.
“Slow down,” he urged when she tried to break free of his grip. “He’s still in surgery,” he informed her. Liz felt her stomach drop at his announcement. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized that only three hours had past since they had arrived at Roswell Memorial and the staff had rushed Max away from her. She hadn’t even realized that she had feel asleep and a part of her wanted to return to her dreams where Max was fine and they were together, happy and safe as everything that had happened in the past few hours came rushing back to her and she felt her legs grow weak. She nodded weakly as she collapsed in the chairs behind her and began to cry once again.
“Is he all you can think about?” Isabel bit out as she stood to the side. The others in the waiting room stared on in mixed emotions.
“Bella.” Mama Rinaldo warned, but Isabel ignored her as she made her way over to Liz and stood over her.
“Kyle and Donatello are dead,” she snapped angrily, “and Stefano’s lying at death’s door, and the only one you can think about is your precious fuck toy Max.” Liz didn’t know what to say as she stared up at Bella. Tears of guilt flooded down her cheeks as the truth of her words slammed into her and she lowered her head in shame. She hadn’t thought of any of the others. The only person on her mind was Max. She hadn’t even thought about how the others were feeling. She turned to Maria who was curled up against Michael’s side, her body shaking with tears as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. Carmina and Aunt Angelina were not far from them, taking comfort in each other as Alfonso stood closely by. Mama Rinaldo stood behind them watching on.
“Bella…I’m…”
“You’re what? Sorry? Don’t you even fix your mouth for that lie.” Isabel growled through clutched teeth. “My brother took you in when no one else would…and this is how you repay him…by fucking Max behind his back. I use to see you as a sister, but as far as I’m concerned, you can take your sorry and shove it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as dead to me as Kyle and Donatello,” she spat out as she turned on her heels and exited the waiting room. Alfonso mumbled something under his breath before following quickly after her. Liz stared after the swinging doors as new tears flooded her eyes.
“Liz.” Michael spoke softly behind her. She turned and he saw the tears in her eyes and pulled her into a hug. Liz held on to him as she let her emotions go.
“I-I,” she tried to speak but couldn’t get the words past the huge lump lodged in her throat.
“Shh…everything is going to be okay,” he tried to reassure her. He felt her nod against his chest and held her a little longer before pulling back.
“Look, I’m going to take Maria to my place for a while…give her a change of scenery,” he said, looking over at his broken girlfriend. Liz nodded and stared over at her friend. She wanted to go comfort her, but she didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone who’d lost a love one? When her dad had died she remembered everyone coming up to her and saying how sorry they were thinking that their words brought her comfort but in actuality the only thing they did were cause her more pain. She knew that the only thing she could do was be there for Maria and let her come to her when she was ready.
“Call me as soon as you hear something,” he told her, brushing away her falling tears. He kissed her forehead and made his way over to Maria. Liz watched the loving way he picked her up in his arms as he whispered softly to her. Aunt Angelina decided to take Carmina home as well, leaving Liz and Mama Rinaldo alone once again. Liz turned around and found her sitting there with her arms wide open. She didn’t hesitate as she flew into her arms and cried. She was tired of crying, but it seemed like the only thing she could do at the moment.
"Feeling better?" Mama Rinaldo asked her, once her tears finally subside. Liz shook her head no, and curled herself into a small ball.
"I can't believe this is happening. Who would do something like this? Why?" she whispered.
“No one knows why these things happen, amore. It’s just the way the world works,” Mama Rinaldo replied softly as she continued to stroke her hair gently. More tears tore from Liz’s throat and she took comfort in Mama Rinaldo’s warmth as she held on to her tightly. “You have to calm down Elizabetta, you have to think of il bambino.” At her words, Liz pulled away abruptly, her eyes wide as saucers.
“I-I…but…how?” she stumbled, placing her hands against her stomach unconsciously. She had only found out the day before and was eager to tell Max. She had wanted to tell him and hoped that he would leave Roswell with her so that they could raise their child together and be a family, something she had always wanted. Now he may never know that he was going to be a daddy. Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as she thought of Max laying on an operating table fighting for his life.
“Shush child,” Mama chimed as she gathered her back into her arms. “Mama knows everything,” she cooed softly. “You mustn’t make yourself sick with worry. Max will make it through this, and the two of you will be fussing over that little one soon enough.” She held Liz tighter when she felt her about to pull away.
“How long have you known?” Liz whispered softly; her stomach twisting in knots.
“For a while now. I’ve known how unhappy you’ve been lately, but then suddenly you were just you again…always smiling like someone had turned on a switch in you and I knew that someone was Max. Plus, the two of you are like lighting rods…when you’re together, you set off so much electricity you could light up the entire West Coast,” she chuckled and Liz blushed brightly. Then a thought occurred to her and she sat up.
“How come you don’t hate me?” she questioned softly as she stared down at her hands.
“Don’t let Bella’s words get to you. She still loves you, she’s just scared right now and you’re the person she has decided to lash out at to hide her fears,” she answered. “You are apart of our family Elizabetta and always will be no matter what. I can’t hate you for being happy and if Max makes you happy then how can I resent you for that.” Liz stared up at the woman that she had come to love like her own mother and threw her arms around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered brokenly.
The two of them sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. Sometimes she would be hit by a bout of tears, other times she would just sat and stared out the window, praying silently.
“How come no one has came out yet?” Liz growled in frustrated as she began to pace the waiting room floor.
“Elizabetta,” Mama Rinaldo called to her firmly and Liz stopped in her tracks from the look she gave her. “Sit,” she ordered and Liz did as she was told. Turning towards her, Liz watched as she picked up her yarn and continues knitting as if she wasn’t waiting on word about her son that could possibly die.
“How can you be so calm about all of this?” she finally questioned. Mama stopped mid stitch and for the first time, Liz noticed the way her hands were shaking. A few minutes passed between them before she finally answered.
“I’ve always knew that this day would come,” she answered calmly. “I know that Stefano isn’t a saint. I know of the things that he has done,” she continues sadly. “Stefano is so much like his father…always wanting more, never satisfied with what he had. I tried so hard to steer him from this life, but everything I did only seemed to push him more toward the streets, and when my dear Richie died he pulled away completely and I knew I lost him to this life.” A few tears managed to escape her before she quickly recovered. “Stefano chose his path in life and I knew that the life he chose to live would ultimately be the one that killed him. I love my son dearly Elizabetta, but I’ve also been preparing for this day for years.”
Silence fell over them after her words as the two women sat in the cold waiting room; both deep in their own thoughts. Eventually Isabel returned with Alfonso and the four of them waited for word on Max and Slim.
The sound of the heavy doors brought them all to their feet as a doctor appeared in blood stained scrubs and a grim look upon his face. Liz felt her heart pound rapidly in her chest and her mouth grew dry as she waited on him to speak. She watched as he pulled off his paper cap and wiped the sweat from his brow as he swallowed thickly. His eyes traveled over them before settling upon her.
“I’m sorry…there was too much damage, he didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”
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“Elizabeth.” Liz moaned softly in her sleep. Alfonso kneeled down in front of her, trailing a finger over her tear stained cheek as he softly called her name. Her eyes drifted open slowly and it took a minute for her to recognize him and her surroundings and everything came crashing back to her.
“Max!” She shot up, looking around the waiting room in a panic. A blanket she hadn’t been aware of tangled around her ankles causing her to trip. Luckily Alfonso’s reaction was quick and he caught her before she fell.
“Slow down,” he urged when she tried to break free of his grip. “He’s still in surgery,” he informed her. Liz felt her stomach drop at his announcement. She looked at the clock on the wall and realized that only three hours had past since they had arrived at Roswell Memorial and the staff had rushed Max away from her. She hadn’t even realized that she had feel asleep and a part of her wanted to return to her dreams where Max was fine and they were together, happy and safe as everything that had happened in the past few hours came rushing back to her and she felt her legs grow weak. She nodded weakly as she collapsed in the chairs behind her and began to cry once again.
“Is he all you can think about?” Isabel bit out as she stood to the side. The others in the waiting room stared on in mixed emotions.
“Bella.” Mama Rinaldo warned, but Isabel ignored her as she made her way over to Liz and stood over her.
“Kyle and Donatello are dead,” she snapped angrily, “and Stefano’s lying at death’s door, and the only one you can think about is your precious fuck toy Max.” Liz didn’t know what to say as she stared up at Bella. Tears of guilt flooded down her cheeks as the truth of her words slammed into her and she lowered her head in shame. She hadn’t thought of any of the others. The only person on her mind was Max. She hadn’t even thought about how the others were feeling. She turned to Maria who was curled up against Michael’s side, her body shaking with tears as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly. Carmina and Aunt Angelina were not far from them, taking comfort in each other as Alfonso stood closely by. Mama Rinaldo stood behind them watching on.
“Bella…I’m…”
“You’re what? Sorry? Don’t you even fix your mouth for that lie.” Isabel growled through clutched teeth. “My brother took you in when no one else would…and this is how you repay him…by fucking Max behind his back. I use to see you as a sister, but as far as I’m concerned, you can take your sorry and shove it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as dead to me as Kyle and Donatello,” she spat out as she turned on her heels and exited the waiting room. Alfonso mumbled something under his breath before following quickly after her. Liz stared after the swinging doors as new tears flooded her eyes.
“Liz.” Michael spoke softly behind her. She turned and he saw the tears in her eyes and pulled her into a hug. Liz held on to him as she let her emotions go.
“I-I,” she tried to speak but couldn’t get the words past the huge lump lodged in her throat.
“Shh…everything is going to be okay,” he tried to reassure her. He felt her nod against his chest and held her a little longer before pulling back.
“Look, I’m going to take Maria to my place for a while…give her a change of scenery,” he said, looking over at his broken girlfriend. Liz nodded and stared over at her friend. She wanted to go comfort her, but she didn’t know what to say. What do you say to someone who’d lost a love one? When her dad had died she remembered everyone coming up to her and saying how sorry they were thinking that their words brought her comfort but in actuality the only thing they did were cause her more pain. She knew that the only thing she could do was be there for Maria and let her come to her when she was ready.
“Call me as soon as you hear something,” he told her, brushing away her falling tears. He kissed her forehead and made his way over to Maria. Liz watched the loving way he picked her up in his arms as he whispered softly to her. Aunt Angelina decided to take Carmina home as well, leaving Liz and Mama Rinaldo alone once again. Liz turned around and found her sitting there with her arms wide open. She didn’t hesitate as she flew into her arms and cried. She was tired of crying, but it seemed like the only thing she could do at the moment.
"Feeling better?" Mama Rinaldo asked her, once her tears finally subside. Liz shook her head no, and curled herself into a small ball.
"I can't believe this is happening. Who would do something like this? Why?" she whispered.
“No one knows why these things happen, amore. It’s just the way the world works,” Mama Rinaldo replied softly as she continued to stroke her hair gently. More tears tore from Liz’s throat and she took comfort in Mama Rinaldo’s warmth as she held on to her tightly. “You have to calm down Elizabetta, you have to think of il bambino.” At her words, Liz pulled away abruptly, her eyes wide as saucers.
“I-I…but…how?” she stumbled, placing her hands against her stomach unconsciously. She had only found out the day before and was eager to tell Max. She had wanted to tell him and hoped that he would leave Roswell with her so that they could raise their child together and be a family, something she had always wanted. Now he may never know that he was going to be a daddy. Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as she thought of Max laying on an operating table fighting for his life.
“Shush child,” Mama chimed as she gathered her back into her arms. “Mama knows everything,” she cooed softly. “You mustn’t make yourself sick with worry. Max will make it through this, and the two of you will be fussing over that little one soon enough.” She held Liz tighter when she felt her about to pull away.
“How long have you known?” Liz whispered softly; her stomach twisting in knots.
“For a while now. I’ve known how unhappy you’ve been lately, but then suddenly you were just you again…always smiling like someone had turned on a switch in you and I knew that someone was Max. Plus, the two of you are like lighting rods…when you’re together, you set off so much electricity you could light up the entire West Coast,” she chuckled and Liz blushed brightly. Then a thought occurred to her and she sat up.
“How come you don’t hate me?” she questioned softly as she stared down at her hands.
“Don’t let Bella’s words get to you. She still loves you, she’s just scared right now and you’re the person she has decided to lash out at to hide her fears,” she answered. “You are apart of our family Elizabetta and always will be no matter what. I can’t hate you for being happy and if Max makes you happy then how can I resent you for that.” Liz stared up at the woman that she had come to love like her own mother and threw her arms around her.
“Thank you,” she whispered brokenly.
The two of them sat in the waiting room for what seemed like hours. Sometimes she would be hit by a bout of tears, other times she would just sat and stared out the window, praying silently.
“How come no one has came out yet?” Liz growled in frustrated as she began to pace the waiting room floor.
“Elizabetta,” Mama Rinaldo called to her firmly and Liz stopped in her tracks from the look she gave her. “Sit,” she ordered and Liz did as she was told. Turning towards her, Liz watched as she picked up her yarn and continues knitting as if she wasn’t waiting on word about her son that could possibly die.
“How can you be so calm about all of this?” she finally questioned. Mama stopped mid stitch and for the first time, Liz noticed the way her hands were shaking. A few minutes passed between them before she finally answered.
“I’ve always knew that this day would come,” she answered calmly. “I know that Stefano isn’t a saint. I know of the things that he has done,” she continues sadly. “Stefano is so much like his father…always wanting more, never satisfied with what he had. I tried so hard to steer him from this life, but everything I did only seemed to push him more toward the streets, and when my dear Richie died he pulled away completely and I knew I lost him to this life.” A few tears managed to escape her before she quickly recovered. “Stefano chose his path in life and I knew that the life he chose to live would ultimately be the one that killed him. I love my son dearly Elizabetta, but I’ve also been preparing for this day for years.”
Silence fell over them after her words as the two women sat in the cold waiting room; both deep in their own thoughts. Eventually Isabel returned with Alfonso and the four of them waited for word on Max and Slim.
The sound of the heavy doors brought them all to their feet as a doctor appeared in blood stained scrubs and a grim look upon his face. Liz felt her heart pound rapidly in her chest and her mouth grew dry as she waited on him to speak. She watched as he pulled off his paper cap and wiped the sweat from his brow as he swallowed thickly. His eyes traveled over them before settling upon her.
“I’m sorry…there was too much damage, he didn’t make it. I’m sorry.”
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Sorry for the delay, but RL is hectic...anyways, I hope to have the next chapter in a few days at least by Thursday. There is only one chapter left plus the Epi. I want to say thanks to those still reading and I appreciate your patience. I know updates are coming slowly but I'm working on that.
See you soon....
XOXOXOXO
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Chapter 18
"...the damage to his heart and lungs were just too extensive..." Each word that the doctor spoke grew more and more incoherent as Liz struggled to breathe. She felt arms wrap around her waist as her legs gave out and she began to sway from side to side. Looking up through blurry eyes, she sent a weak smile of thanks to Alfonso as he held her steady.
"We did all we could but Mr. Rinado's heart gave out and..." Liz's eyes snapped towards the doctor as his words penetrated her grieving fog.
"Stefano," she whispered softly. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized that he was referring to Stefano and not Max. That relief was short lived as Isabel's anguished cry echoed around the waiting room. She immediately felt the loss of Alfonso's warmth as he released her and rushed to Isabel's side. Many emotions washed through her as she stood frozen in her spot. She wanted to comfort her friend, but didn't know what type of reaction she would receive from Isabel. In the end, deciding to suffer her wrath, Liz sunk to her knees in front of Isabel and wrapped her arms around her. She was surprised when, instead of pushing her away as expected, Isabel held onto her tightly as if she was her last lifeline and cried.
The two of them cried for Stefano. Even though she and Stefano fought like cats and dogs, Isabel loved her brother dearly. He had been the only man since her father died that she could truly depend on. Liz felt her own body rocked with tears over the loss. She had cared a great deal for Stefano. She knew now that the love she had once felt for him hadn't been true love, but a strong affection for him for all the things he had done for her. He would forever hold a special place in her heart and for that she was going to miss him.
The doctor sent one last sympathetic glance at the scene before making his exit. It had been a long night and he felt pretty low after having to deliver such saddening news. Sighing heavily, he pushed through the double doors, running straight into Dr. Winters.
"Doctor." They exchanged greetings. Dr. Tyler saw the exhausted look on his colleagues face and knew how he felt. He knew he had been in surgery for the last eight hours and from the look on his face, it didn't go to well. He looked around the waiting room in confusion wondering who he was there to see. The only family there was the Rinaldo's and he hadn't been aware that there was another Rinaldo admitted from the shooting earlier. The entire operating room had been filled with eager and awed doctors that wanted to say they had a chance to operate on the infamous Stefano Rinaldo. There wasn't a person in the entire hospital that didn't know his reputation. He watched as Dr.
Winters made his way over to the family and touches the small brunette's shoulder.
Liz stared up through wet eyes at the man before her. His face seemed familiar and suddenly it hit her. He was the doctor that had swept Max away from her when they first arrived at the ER. Fear instantly took her breath at the solemn look upon his face. She stood up on shaky legs. The doctor cleared his throat and glanced at the anxious faces in front of him before his eyes landed on Liz.
"Is he...?" She couldn't even finish the sentence from the huge lump in her throat.
"He's alive," he assured her, "but," he quickly threw in when he saw the relief spread across her face. This was the part he always hated.
"But...what but?" Mama Rinaldo questioned.
"You must understand," he began, "Mr. Evans has suffered sever damage to his chest cavity. One of the bullets ricocheted off his spine and tore through his kidney and heart before embedding in his left lung."
Liz inhaled sharply as she listened to the doctor. "We were able to remove the bullet and repair the damage, but there was a lot of blood loss and Mr. Evans is not out of the woods yet. He has slipped into a coma and the next few days will be critical. Also..."
"Can we see him?" Isabel asked, interrupting him. She came to stand at Liz’s side, taking her hand in hers. Liz glanced over at her and Isabel gave her a shaky smile. There was more he needed to tell them, but as the doctor stared down at the small woman in front of him and saw the tears in her eyes he nodded tiredly. He could tell them later.
"He has been through a lot, so not for long," he warned. "Follow me," he instructed when they all nodded in agreement. They followed him out the doors and down the large corridor. He stopped at the nurse’s station and grabbed a chart before continuing down the hall. Liz read all the small plagues outside each door, trying to calm her nerves. They finally came upon the large glass door with 'Intensive Care Unit' inscribed on the front in big white letters.
"Please just one at a time and not for long," he reiterated as he stood outside the doors. There was no question of who would be the first to go in, but as Liz stood there, she couldn't get her feet to work properly.
"Liz?" Isabel spoke softly when she didn't move. Liz turned to her and felt the tears once again sliding down her face. "It's going to be okay," she assured her friend as she wrapped her in her arms. Liz held onto her gratefully. Here she was just losing her brother but still comforter her in her time of need. She loved Isabel with all her heart and hoped that they would could get past this pain and continue their friendship.
Once she finally composed herself, Liz followed the doctor into the semi-dark room. The instant she stepped in, she was surrounded by the loud beeps of the heart monitors and whooshing of breathing machines.
Liz shivered slightly. After her father had died, she'd developed a phobia of hospitals and hadn't stepped foot in one since. Following behind the doctor, she ran into him when he suddenly stopped.
"Sorry," she mumbled. She stepped around him, and felt the tears well up in her eyes as they landed on Max.
She couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her lips as she took in all the machines and monitors he was hooked up to and began to cry harder.
"We had to put a tube down his throat to help him breathe after his lungs collapsed" the doctor explained awkwardly, not sure of what to say. He knew no words would bring her comfort. Liz ignored him and slowly made her way to Max's side. She raised a shaky hand and ran it over his pale cheek before tenderly brushing aside his bangs. A few tears she ran from her eyes, landing softly upon his cheeks.
"What else was there?" she asked softly, not once taking her eyes off of Max.
"Excuse me?" The doctor had been so caught up in the loving way she touched the young man that her words caused him to jump.
"Earlier...in the waiting room, you try to tell us something. What were you going to say?" She questioned, lifting her swollen eyes to his.
Dr. Winters stared at her, seeing the tried and worried look on her face and wondered if she could possibly take any more bad news.
"Doctor?"
"Right." He cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to break the news. "Mr. Evans here was shot several times. The gunshot wound to the left leg shattered the lower half of his femur bone and we had to replace it with a metal rod. The bullet that most concerns me though at this time is the one that penetrated his spine." Liz's eyes widen. She didn't know much about medicine, but she had watched enough ER to know that any injury to the spine could be dangerous. "We were able to remove the bullet, but it's too early to know if there would be any long term effects," he continued.
"Are you...are y-you saying he could be paralyzed,"
she asked brokenly.
"Like I said, it's too early to tell at this point.
The only thing we can do for Mr. Evans..."
"Max...his name is Max," she sniffled, licking at her fallen tears.
"Max," he nodded, "These next few days will be critical. If Max makes it through the next 72 hours, I'd say his chances are good and we'll worry about everything else later," he sighed. Liz nodded, sending the doctor a weak smile of thanks. He checked Max's vitals before giving them some privacy. Liz inhaled sharply, her eyes running over Max's stagnant form.
"You're going to make it through this Max, I know you will," Liz whispered against his ear as she fought back her tears. "You have to Max...I need you. You can't leave me," she hiccupped, "What am I supposed to tell our baby...I can't do this without you..." she gripped his hand tightly in hers as she rested her forehead against his.”We're going to get through this Max...do you hear me...I'm going to be right here with you, I promise...I love you." Placing a tearstained kiss to his forehead, Liz vowed to never leave his side until he woke up and could come home to his family.
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Staring out at the huge window, Liz watched the rain drizzle across the pane. She couldn't help the tears that fell from her eyes, mimicking the falling rain outside. She had every reason to cry. Stefano, Kyle and Donatello's funerals had been today. It had been a week since the shootings had happened and Max was still in a coma with no signs of improvement.
True to her word, Liz hadn't left his side once no matter how many times Mama Rinaldo, Maria or Michael tried to get her to take a break. They were all worried about her. She was pale and in a weeks time had lost a lot of weight. She barely ate or slept. The only thing she did was talk softly to Max or cry. Even though there hadn't been any improvement in his condition, Max had been moved to a private room two days earlier. Liz was grateful for the privacy. The room had a sofa bed in the corner that she used instead of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room. The hospital had become her home and it was where she was going to stay as long as Max was there.
There was a knock at the door but Liz didn't move she already knew who it was.
"Hey," Michael greeted as he stepped through the door.
"Hey," she whispered back before turning from the window to face him. She watched him squirm slightly before making his way further into the room.
“I um…Mama Rinaldo…she um, she sent you so food,” he gestured towards the large container in his hand. He handed it to her and she smiled in thanks. Liz felt her stomach growl as the aroma instantly invaded her nose and she realized she hadn’t eaten anything since the morning prior, and that had only been a small apple a nurse had given her.
“I think she packed enough for an army,” he joked when he saw her eyes widen at all the food. She looked over a few things before settling upon a three meat lasagna.
The two of them set in awkward silence as Liz picked at her food and Michael stood stiffly in the middle of the room.
“Liz,” he finally said, breaking the silence.
“Michael, please,” she answered tiredly. She already knew what he was going to say. It had been the same thing for the past week.
“You need to take a break…get some fresh air,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken.
“I’m not leaving him,” she stated stubbornly as she abandoned her plate and made her way to Max’s side.
Tenderly she brushed his fallen bangs from his forehead, and stroked his cheek. “He could wake up any time now, and I don’t want him to be alone.”
“He won’t be alone I told you that. I’ll stay with him you know that,” he tried to reason with her.
“No,” she shook her head. There was no way she was going to leave him. Max needed her and she was going to be there for him no matter how long.
Michael sighed heavily, running a tired hand through his hair. Liz was stubborn and there was no reasoning with her, but he continued to try. He didn’t know why he bothered. Well that wasn’t entirely true. He knew why he’d come down there everyday for the past week.
Because he had made a promise to his best friend that if anything was to happen to him that he would look out for her. But Max never told him that it would be this hard.
Deciding to defuse the argument, which she knew was coming, Liz quickly changed the subject.
“So,” she began softly, “How was it?” She knew it was a stupid question to ask, but for some reason she had to know.
Knowing instantly what she was asking, Michael shrugged as he flopped down on the sofa. “Emotional." Liz nodded in understanding. Although she had wanted to be there for everyone, she couldn't bring herself to leave Max's side. Her heart ached from the lost. She had cared deeply for each one of them and to know that they will no longer be around, made tears flood her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away.
"How's Maria?" She asked.
"She's not doing to well," he admitted sadly. "Mrs. V is with her now," he said with a slight cringe. Liz smiled despite her mood. She had only met Mrs. Valenti or Mrs. V. as everyone called her, once and she was a force to be reckoned with. She was nothing but fire not even Stefano would go up against her. The woman was mean and spoke her mind, loudly.
"How is Mrs. V doing?" She asked with a knowing smile.
"Just lovely," he replied sarcastically. He sent her an evil glare when she couldn't hold in her laughter any longer. Liz knew that despite the circumstances and the fact that she had just lost her son, Mrs. V had probably laid it into Michael about his relationship with her daughter. Maria was Amy DeLuca's 'love child'. In love with a married man, Amy found herself pregnant at the tender age of seventeen and realized that his feelings for her weren't reciprocated. He refused to leave his marriage of ten years for a naïve teenager and denied he was the father of her bastard child.
Left heartbroken, pregnant and alone, Amy grew mean and bitter towards men and was determined her daughter would never have to endure the pain and heartbreak she had. It had been a shock to everyone when the local sheriff, Jim Valenti, had managed to melt the ice around Amy's heart and the two were married when Maria and Kyle were ten.
"Come on...it couldn't have been that bad," Liz smiled.
"Really?" He shot her and annoyed glare. "Obviously you've never been threatened to have your manhood cut off, grinded into mush and feed to you," he finished sarcastically.
"She didn't?" Liz giggled.
"She did," he retorted. Liz watched him squirm in his seat and unconsciously place his hands over his private. She couldn’t contain it any longer and she bust out laughing.
"It isn't funny Liz," he growled, but his words fell on death's ear as she continued to laugh at his expense. "Are you done?" he asked dryly. Liz bit her bottom lip to contain the giggles that threaten to escape and nodded her head. He narrowed his eyes at her, and couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. It was good to see her laugh.
The two of them fell into a light conversation as they nibbled on the food Mama Rinaldo sent. Neither one of them wanted to discuss the subject that was weighing heavily on the hearts and minds...Max. About an hour later, a nurse appeared to take Max's vitals, causing their conversation to halt as they watched her work. Liz waited patiently as she stood beside Max's bed. Nurse Waldrip saw the hopeful look in her eyes and hated to dash her hopes. Liz felt the tears sting her eyes at the sympathetic look on the nurses face and she knew there was no change in Max's condition. Nurse Waldrip finished up quickly and gathered her things. On her way out she squeezed Liz's hand comfortingly before making her exit.
The silence following her departure was suffocating and Michael didn't know what to say. He knew she wouldn’t take him up on his offer to watch over Max while she took a much needed break. Instead, he sat there awkwardly, watching her shoulders shake slightly as she tried to rein in her tears.
"Liz..."
"You should go...Maria is probably wondering were you’re at, and she needs you right now," she cut him off. Sighing heavily, Michael stood up and walked across the room. Standing beside her, he placed his hand upon her shoulder. Liz looked up at him her eyes red, and allowed him to pull her into his embrace.
“He’s going to pull through this Liz,” he spoke gently. As much as Liz wanted to believe him, she couldn’t help but feel discouraged as each day went by and Max’s condition stayed the same. “If you need anything at all…anything, call me,” he told her.
Liz nodded, “thank you.” Her voice sounded small and fragile and Michael wish there was something more he could do.
“I better go,” he gave her a small squeeze before releasing her and making his way to the door. Liz watched him go, and when the door closed behind him, the only sound left in the room was that of the machines keeping Max alive. She was starting to hate the sounds. Sitting in the seat next to the bed, she gathered Max’s hand in her own, lacing their fingers together.
“Max…please,” she whispered as tears once again flowed from her eyes. Resting her cheek upon their entwined hands, Liz cried herself to sleep.
Tears streamed down her cheek as she watched the coffin containing the love of her life…her soul, Liz placed a hand over her protruding stomach and her sobs grew louder.
“You promised I would never be alone again,” she wailed out, dropping to her knees. Her cries went unheard as they continued to lower him into the ground. “Max,” she cried brokenly.
Liz’s eyes snapped opened as she inhaled sharply, the dream causing her to tremble all over. Tears soaked the sheet beneath her and she realized she had been crying in her sleep. She tried to control the tears but to no avail, they kept coming. Suddenly a hand caressed her cheek, a finger traced the falling tears before wiping them away. Liz lifted her head, and gasped as soft amber eyes met hers.
“Max…oh god, Max. You’re awake!” she cried softly, a smile gracing her lips as she quickly stood up. She could tell he was still a little bit out of it, but she was just happy he was awake. He tried to speak but realize that he couldn’t.
“They had to stick the tube in to help you breathe,” she explained when she saw the confused look on his face. Max nodded, closing his eyes tiredly. Liz brushed his bang away from his forehead, placing a kiss upon it. “I’m going to go find a doctor to remove it,” she said. She didn’t get very far when his hand wrapped around hers and he held it tightly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, growing concerned by the desperate look on his face. “Are you in pain?” Max shook his head slightly, before lifting his free hand up in a writing motion. Liz immediately understood and found a pen and paper in the small dresser next to the bed. She handed him the pen and held the notepad as he weakly scribbled out something. When he was finished, his hand dropped limply to his side and Liz lifted the paper to read it. A huge smile spread across her lips as she read what he wrote.
‘Marry me?’
Here he was not even a minute out of a week long coma, tubes flowing from every inch of his body and the first thing he does is ask her to marry him. Liz leaned over, brushing a sweet kiss against his cheek.
“Yes Max…yes I’ll marry you,” she whisper softly in his ear. She felt him squeeze her hand once again before closing his eyes and drifting back into a drug induced slumber. "I love you," she sighed happily as she stroked every inch of his beautiful face.
So what his proposal hadn't been under normal circumstances, but the thing was, her and Max’s relationship had never been normal. She stayed up the rest of the night, just watching him sleep peacefully, and for the first time in days; she knew everything was going to be okay.
"...the damage to his heart and lungs were just too extensive..." Each word that the doctor spoke grew more and more incoherent as Liz struggled to breathe. She felt arms wrap around her waist as her legs gave out and she began to sway from side to side. Looking up through blurry eyes, she sent a weak smile of thanks to Alfonso as he held her steady.
"We did all we could but Mr. Rinado's heart gave out and..." Liz's eyes snapped towards the doctor as his words penetrated her grieving fog.
"Stefano," she whispered softly. A wave of relief washed over her as she realized that he was referring to Stefano and not Max. That relief was short lived as Isabel's anguished cry echoed around the waiting room. She immediately felt the loss of Alfonso's warmth as he released her and rushed to Isabel's side. Many emotions washed through her as she stood frozen in her spot. She wanted to comfort her friend, but didn't know what type of reaction she would receive from Isabel. In the end, deciding to suffer her wrath, Liz sunk to her knees in front of Isabel and wrapped her arms around her. She was surprised when, instead of pushing her away as expected, Isabel held onto her tightly as if she was her last lifeline and cried.
The two of them cried for Stefano. Even though she and Stefano fought like cats and dogs, Isabel loved her brother dearly. He had been the only man since her father died that she could truly depend on. Liz felt her own body rocked with tears over the loss. She had cared a great deal for Stefano. She knew now that the love she had once felt for him hadn't been true love, but a strong affection for him for all the things he had done for her. He would forever hold a special place in her heart and for that she was going to miss him.
The doctor sent one last sympathetic glance at the scene before making his exit. It had been a long night and he felt pretty low after having to deliver such saddening news. Sighing heavily, he pushed through the double doors, running straight into Dr. Winters.
"Doctor." They exchanged greetings. Dr. Tyler saw the exhausted look on his colleagues face and knew how he felt. He knew he had been in surgery for the last eight hours and from the look on his face, it didn't go to well. He looked around the waiting room in confusion wondering who he was there to see. The only family there was the Rinaldo's and he hadn't been aware that there was another Rinaldo admitted from the shooting earlier. The entire operating room had been filled with eager and awed doctors that wanted to say they had a chance to operate on the infamous Stefano Rinaldo. There wasn't a person in the entire hospital that didn't know his reputation. He watched as Dr.
Winters made his way over to the family and touches the small brunette's shoulder.
Liz stared up through wet eyes at the man before her. His face seemed familiar and suddenly it hit her. He was the doctor that had swept Max away from her when they first arrived at the ER. Fear instantly took her breath at the solemn look upon his face. She stood up on shaky legs. The doctor cleared his throat and glanced at the anxious faces in front of him before his eyes landed on Liz.
"Is he...?" She couldn't even finish the sentence from the huge lump in her throat.
"He's alive," he assured her, "but," he quickly threw in when he saw the relief spread across her face. This was the part he always hated.
"But...what but?" Mama Rinaldo questioned.
"You must understand," he began, "Mr. Evans has suffered sever damage to his chest cavity. One of the bullets ricocheted off his spine and tore through his kidney and heart before embedding in his left lung."
Liz inhaled sharply as she listened to the doctor. "We were able to remove the bullet and repair the damage, but there was a lot of blood loss and Mr. Evans is not out of the woods yet. He has slipped into a coma and the next few days will be critical. Also..."
"Can we see him?" Isabel asked, interrupting him. She came to stand at Liz’s side, taking her hand in hers. Liz glanced over at her and Isabel gave her a shaky smile. There was more he needed to tell them, but as the doctor stared down at the small woman in front of him and saw the tears in her eyes he nodded tiredly. He could tell them later.
"He has been through a lot, so not for long," he warned. "Follow me," he instructed when they all nodded in agreement. They followed him out the doors and down the large corridor. He stopped at the nurse’s station and grabbed a chart before continuing down the hall. Liz read all the small plagues outside each door, trying to calm her nerves. They finally came upon the large glass door with 'Intensive Care Unit' inscribed on the front in big white letters.
"Please just one at a time and not for long," he reiterated as he stood outside the doors. There was no question of who would be the first to go in, but as Liz stood there, she couldn't get her feet to work properly.
"Liz?" Isabel spoke softly when she didn't move. Liz turned to her and felt the tears once again sliding down her face. "It's going to be okay," she assured her friend as she wrapped her in her arms. Liz held onto her gratefully. Here she was just losing her brother but still comforter her in her time of need. She loved Isabel with all her heart and hoped that they would could get past this pain and continue their friendship.
Once she finally composed herself, Liz followed the doctor into the semi-dark room. The instant she stepped in, she was surrounded by the loud beeps of the heart monitors and whooshing of breathing machines.
Liz shivered slightly. After her father had died, she'd developed a phobia of hospitals and hadn't stepped foot in one since. Following behind the doctor, she ran into him when he suddenly stopped.
"Sorry," she mumbled. She stepped around him, and felt the tears well up in her eyes as they landed on Max.
She couldn't help the small gasp that escaped her lips as she took in all the machines and monitors he was hooked up to and began to cry harder.
"We had to put a tube down his throat to help him breathe after his lungs collapsed" the doctor explained awkwardly, not sure of what to say. He knew no words would bring her comfort. Liz ignored him and slowly made her way to Max's side. She raised a shaky hand and ran it over his pale cheek before tenderly brushing aside his bangs. A few tears she ran from her eyes, landing softly upon his cheeks.
"What else was there?" she asked softly, not once taking her eyes off of Max.
"Excuse me?" The doctor had been so caught up in the loving way she touched the young man that her words caused him to jump.
"Earlier...in the waiting room, you try to tell us something. What were you going to say?" She questioned, lifting her swollen eyes to his.
Dr. Winters stared at her, seeing the tried and worried look on her face and wondered if she could possibly take any more bad news.
"Doctor?"
"Right." He cleared his throat, trying to figure out how to break the news. "Mr. Evans here was shot several times. The gunshot wound to the left leg shattered the lower half of his femur bone and we had to replace it with a metal rod. The bullet that most concerns me though at this time is the one that penetrated his spine." Liz's eyes widen. She didn't know much about medicine, but she had watched enough ER to know that any injury to the spine could be dangerous. "We were able to remove the bullet, but it's too early to know if there would be any long term effects," he continued.
"Are you...are y-you saying he could be paralyzed,"
she asked brokenly.
"Like I said, it's too early to tell at this point.
The only thing we can do for Mr. Evans..."
"Max...his name is Max," she sniffled, licking at her fallen tears.
"Max," he nodded, "These next few days will be critical. If Max makes it through the next 72 hours, I'd say his chances are good and we'll worry about everything else later," he sighed. Liz nodded, sending the doctor a weak smile of thanks. He checked Max's vitals before giving them some privacy. Liz inhaled sharply, her eyes running over Max's stagnant form.
"You're going to make it through this Max, I know you will," Liz whispered against his ear as she fought back her tears. "You have to Max...I need you. You can't leave me," she hiccupped, "What am I supposed to tell our baby...I can't do this without you..." she gripped his hand tightly in hers as she rested her forehead against his.”We're going to get through this Max...do you hear me...I'm going to be right here with you, I promise...I love you." Placing a tearstained kiss to his forehead, Liz vowed to never leave his side until he woke up and could come home to his family.
********
Staring out at the huge window, Liz watched the rain drizzle across the pane. She couldn't help the tears that fell from her eyes, mimicking the falling rain outside. She had every reason to cry. Stefano, Kyle and Donatello's funerals had been today. It had been a week since the shootings had happened and Max was still in a coma with no signs of improvement.
True to her word, Liz hadn't left his side once no matter how many times Mama Rinaldo, Maria or Michael tried to get her to take a break. They were all worried about her. She was pale and in a weeks time had lost a lot of weight. She barely ate or slept. The only thing she did was talk softly to Max or cry. Even though there hadn't been any improvement in his condition, Max had been moved to a private room two days earlier. Liz was grateful for the privacy. The room had a sofa bed in the corner that she used instead of the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room. The hospital had become her home and it was where she was going to stay as long as Max was there.
There was a knock at the door but Liz didn't move she already knew who it was.
"Hey," Michael greeted as he stepped through the door.
"Hey," she whispered back before turning from the window to face him. She watched him squirm slightly before making his way further into the room.
“I um…Mama Rinaldo…she um, she sent you so food,” he gestured towards the large container in his hand. He handed it to her and she smiled in thanks. Liz felt her stomach growl as the aroma instantly invaded her nose and she realized she hadn’t eaten anything since the morning prior, and that had only been a small apple a nurse had given her.
“I think she packed enough for an army,” he joked when he saw her eyes widen at all the food. She looked over a few things before settling upon a three meat lasagna.
The two of them set in awkward silence as Liz picked at her food and Michael stood stiffly in the middle of the room.
“Liz,” he finally said, breaking the silence.
“Michael, please,” she answered tiredly. She already knew what he was going to say. It had been the same thing for the past week.
“You need to take a break…get some fresh air,” he continued as if she hadn’t spoken.
“I’m not leaving him,” she stated stubbornly as she abandoned her plate and made her way to Max’s side.
Tenderly she brushed his fallen bangs from his forehead, and stroked his cheek. “He could wake up any time now, and I don’t want him to be alone.”
“He won’t be alone I told you that. I’ll stay with him you know that,” he tried to reason with her.
“No,” she shook her head. There was no way she was going to leave him. Max needed her and she was going to be there for him no matter how long.
Michael sighed heavily, running a tired hand through his hair. Liz was stubborn and there was no reasoning with her, but he continued to try. He didn’t know why he bothered. Well that wasn’t entirely true. He knew why he’d come down there everyday for the past week.
Because he had made a promise to his best friend that if anything was to happen to him that he would look out for her. But Max never told him that it would be this hard.
Deciding to defuse the argument, which she knew was coming, Liz quickly changed the subject.
“So,” she began softly, “How was it?” She knew it was a stupid question to ask, but for some reason she had to know.
Knowing instantly what she was asking, Michael shrugged as he flopped down on the sofa. “Emotional." Liz nodded in understanding. Although she had wanted to be there for everyone, she couldn't bring herself to leave Max's side. Her heart ached from the lost. She had cared deeply for each one of them and to know that they will no longer be around, made tears flood her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away.
"How's Maria?" She asked.
"She's not doing to well," he admitted sadly. "Mrs. V is with her now," he said with a slight cringe. Liz smiled despite her mood. She had only met Mrs. Valenti or Mrs. V. as everyone called her, once and she was a force to be reckoned with. She was nothing but fire not even Stefano would go up against her. The woman was mean and spoke her mind, loudly.
"How is Mrs. V doing?" She asked with a knowing smile.
"Just lovely," he replied sarcastically. He sent her an evil glare when she couldn't hold in her laughter any longer. Liz knew that despite the circumstances and the fact that she had just lost her son, Mrs. V had probably laid it into Michael about his relationship with her daughter. Maria was Amy DeLuca's 'love child'. In love with a married man, Amy found herself pregnant at the tender age of seventeen and realized that his feelings for her weren't reciprocated. He refused to leave his marriage of ten years for a naïve teenager and denied he was the father of her bastard child.
Left heartbroken, pregnant and alone, Amy grew mean and bitter towards men and was determined her daughter would never have to endure the pain and heartbreak she had. It had been a shock to everyone when the local sheriff, Jim Valenti, had managed to melt the ice around Amy's heart and the two were married when Maria and Kyle were ten.
"Come on...it couldn't have been that bad," Liz smiled.
"Really?" He shot her and annoyed glare. "Obviously you've never been threatened to have your manhood cut off, grinded into mush and feed to you," he finished sarcastically.
"She didn't?" Liz giggled.
"She did," he retorted. Liz watched him squirm in his seat and unconsciously place his hands over his private. She couldn’t contain it any longer and she bust out laughing.
"It isn't funny Liz," he growled, but his words fell on death's ear as she continued to laugh at his expense. "Are you done?" he asked dryly. Liz bit her bottom lip to contain the giggles that threaten to escape and nodded her head. He narrowed his eyes at her, and couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. It was good to see her laugh.
The two of them fell into a light conversation as they nibbled on the food Mama Rinaldo sent. Neither one of them wanted to discuss the subject that was weighing heavily on the hearts and minds...Max. About an hour later, a nurse appeared to take Max's vitals, causing their conversation to halt as they watched her work. Liz waited patiently as she stood beside Max's bed. Nurse Waldrip saw the hopeful look in her eyes and hated to dash her hopes. Liz felt the tears sting her eyes at the sympathetic look on the nurses face and she knew there was no change in Max's condition. Nurse Waldrip finished up quickly and gathered her things. On her way out she squeezed Liz's hand comfortingly before making her exit.
The silence following her departure was suffocating and Michael didn't know what to say. He knew she wouldn’t take him up on his offer to watch over Max while she took a much needed break. Instead, he sat there awkwardly, watching her shoulders shake slightly as she tried to rein in her tears.
"Liz..."
"You should go...Maria is probably wondering were you’re at, and she needs you right now," she cut him off. Sighing heavily, Michael stood up and walked across the room. Standing beside her, he placed his hand upon her shoulder. Liz looked up at him her eyes red, and allowed him to pull her into his embrace.
“He’s going to pull through this Liz,” he spoke gently. As much as Liz wanted to believe him, she couldn’t help but feel discouraged as each day went by and Max’s condition stayed the same. “If you need anything at all…anything, call me,” he told her.
Liz nodded, “thank you.” Her voice sounded small and fragile and Michael wish there was something more he could do.
“I better go,” he gave her a small squeeze before releasing her and making his way to the door. Liz watched him go, and when the door closed behind him, the only sound left in the room was that of the machines keeping Max alive. She was starting to hate the sounds. Sitting in the seat next to the bed, she gathered Max’s hand in her own, lacing their fingers together.
“Max…please,” she whispered as tears once again flowed from her eyes. Resting her cheek upon their entwined hands, Liz cried herself to sleep.
Tears streamed down her cheek as she watched the coffin containing the love of her life…her soul, Liz placed a hand over her protruding stomach and her sobs grew louder.
“You promised I would never be alone again,” she wailed out, dropping to her knees. Her cries went unheard as they continued to lower him into the ground. “Max,” she cried brokenly.
Liz’s eyes snapped opened as she inhaled sharply, the dream causing her to tremble all over. Tears soaked the sheet beneath her and she realized she had been crying in her sleep. She tried to control the tears but to no avail, they kept coming. Suddenly a hand caressed her cheek, a finger traced the falling tears before wiping them away. Liz lifted her head, and gasped as soft amber eyes met hers.
“Max…oh god, Max. You’re awake!” she cried softly, a smile gracing her lips as she quickly stood up. She could tell he was still a little bit out of it, but she was just happy he was awake. He tried to speak but realize that he couldn’t.
“They had to stick the tube in to help you breathe,” she explained when she saw the confused look on his face. Max nodded, closing his eyes tiredly. Liz brushed his bang away from his forehead, placing a kiss upon it. “I’m going to go find a doctor to remove it,” she said. She didn’t get very far when his hand wrapped around hers and he held it tightly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, growing concerned by the desperate look on his face. “Are you in pain?” Max shook his head slightly, before lifting his free hand up in a writing motion. Liz immediately understood and found a pen and paper in the small dresser next to the bed. She handed him the pen and held the notepad as he weakly scribbled out something. When he was finished, his hand dropped limply to his side and Liz lifted the paper to read it. A huge smile spread across her lips as she read what he wrote.
‘Marry me?’
Here he was not even a minute out of a week long coma, tubes flowing from every inch of his body and the first thing he does is ask her to marry him. Liz leaned over, brushing a sweet kiss against his cheek.
“Yes Max…yes I’ll marry you,” she whisper softly in his ear. She felt him squeeze her hand once again before closing his eyes and drifting back into a drug induced slumber. "I love you," she sighed happily as she stroked every inch of his beautiful face.
So what his proposal hadn't been under normal circumstances, but the thing was, her and Max’s relationship had never been normal. She stayed up the rest of the night, just watching him sleep peacefully, and for the first time in days; she knew everything was going to be okay.
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Chapter 19
Max's POV
I open my eyes slowly, groaning when the sun threatens to blind me. Before I could complain, the shades are drawn closed and the room is cloaked in darkness once again. Liz's beautiful face suddenly appears as she clicks on the bedside lamp and she smiling down at me. I can't help the relief that washes over me at seeing her angelic face.
"Morning," she whispers softly, brushing at my bangs. I struggle to speak and I realize I still have this damn tube down my throat.
"I'm going to go find Dr. Soto so we can get that removed." I nod, watching her as she walks to the door. She pauses at the door and turns towards me.
"I love you," she smiles before going in search of the doctor. Not long afterwards she returns with not only the doctor, but two nurses and what I only assume are interns.
"Well isn't this a surprise. Welcome back Max, you had us worried there for a minute," Dr. Soto smiles. His eyes traveling over to Liz who sent him a bright smile. "Let's get a look at you." I follow his every movement as he comes around the bed to check my vitals. "I bet you're ready to get this annoying thing out of you." He gestures towards the tube and I nod eagerly, causing a gentle chuckle to erupt from him.
"Okay Max, I'm going to need you to cough as I extract this or it can be really uncomfortable. Understand?" he instructs and I nod in agreement. I feel Liz's tiny hand slip into mine and squeeze gently. Dr. Soto gives me one last warning before placing his hand on the tube. I cough as hard as I physically can, but it doesn't help the irritation in my throat or me from throwing up. The nurses and Liz are quick to my aide. One of the nurses, Nurse Waldrip, hands Liz a cup of water and she places it at my lips.
"Slowly," she warns, stroking my forehead. I wince in pain as I swallow and can only take a few sips. "You okay?" Liz questions in concern
"Y-yes." My voice is hoarse and sore from the tube and I have to resort to whispering. Our eyes lock, and I can see the tiredness in her eyes and I wonder when the last time she had slept was. Before I could voice my concern, the doctor draws my attention.
"Max, there are some things I need to take a look at," he informs me. I feel Liz's hand tighten around mine, and I look up to see the apprehensive look on her face as she stares at the doctor.
"What's wrong?" I manage to voice out a little over a whisper.
"Max when you were brought in, there was extensive damage done to your heart, lung and kidney," he begins to explain. "We had to replace the lower half of your left femur bone because it was completely shattered by the bullet..."
"And..." I question when I see the hesitant look in his eyes.
"You were hit several times...one of the bullets penetrated your spine. An injury to the spine could cause several complications...but the main concern would be paralysis.”
"P-paralyze...are you saying t-that I’m paralyzed?" He stands there nervously, and Liz lowers her head sadly. He lifts the cover off my legs, and the first thing I notice was the huge bandage wrapped around my left leg.
"Doctor?"
"Max, I need you to tell me if you feel this," he says as he pulls out a pen and runs it over the sole of my foot. Nothing.
"Wiggle your toes for me Max." Again...nothing.
"Max...wiggle your toes," he orders.
"I am," I swallow thickly. I watch the expression on his face turn grave and he pulls out a long object that resembles a large stick pin like the ones my mom use to use when she sewed. He proceeded to move up my leg, sticking me in different spots as he goes.
"Do you feel that?" he would ask, and my answer would be the same each time.
"No." A huge ball settles in my stomach as I close my eyes trying to fight off the tears that are threatening to spill forward.
"What does this means?" Liz asks, and I can hear the catch in her voice and know that she is fighting her own tears.
"Let's not jump to conclusions...this could just be temporary. We have to stay positive. Let’s just wait to see what the next few days bring okay." His voice is kind and gentle, holding hopefulness. After checking over the wound on my leg and back, he and the rest of the staff exit the room, leaving Liz and I in awkward silence. .
"Max?" Liz's voice calls to me but I can't bring myself to look at her. Her soft hand cradles my face, forcing me to look at her. I try to look away, but she won't let me as she rests her forehead against mine. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the sympathy in her eyes. "Baby, look at me," she orders softly. I try to fight them, but the tears managed to leak from under my tightly closed lids, and I feel her brush them away tenderly. "Max." Slowly I open my eyes and instead of seeing the pity in her eyes that I expected, I find nothing but love.
"We have to stay positive. You heard what Dr. Soto said, this could just be temporary."
"And what if it isn't?" I can't help but snap. She doesn't take offense to my nasty tone, but instead strokes her hand lovingly across my cheek.
"Then we take it one day at a time and get through this...together," she states firmly and with so much confidence that I want to believe her, but a cloud of doubt settles over me and I can't help but think negatively.
*****
I turn my head at the sound of the door opening. I fully expect to see Liz or one of the nurses walk in, but I'm surprised to see Alfonso walk through the door.
"Maxwell," he addresses tightly.
"Alfonso," I return, watching him closely as he paces across the floor before stopping at the window and staring out at the night. Silence blankets us as we both gather our thoughts.
"What happened?" I finally break the silence. Liz had told me about Stefano, Donatello and Kyle a few days ago, but she was unsure exactly what had happened. The police weren't talking and I've been itching to find out who the hell was responsible for this shit. He jumped slightly, startled by the sudden sound of my voice. Turning away from the window, he perches himself against the windowsill, crossing his legs at the ankles and folding his arms over his chest. He's dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white Polo shirt. In the year that I've known Alfonso, I've never seen him in anything other then a custom tailored suit. I also never noticed how big he was. Even though the lighting is dim, I can see the wild look in his eyes. After a minute or two of watching him gather his thoughts, he finally speaks, but what comes out of his mouth is the last thing I expected.
"Sean." His name dripping from his lips full of hatred.
"What?!" I shouted, trying to sit up the best I could with my injuries. He moves to help me, but I sent him a glare that told his ass I could take care of myself. "What the hell you mean Sean? Sean is responsible for this?" I hiss, my anger quickly rising.
"Apparently he has been planning this for a while now." He answers. "Evidently he got tired of being Stefano's lap dog and wanted his own empire."
"Then why the hell didn't he just get the fuck out?" I growl.
"Because he knew Stefano wouldn't let him just walk away...plus if he did, he knew Stefano would forever be the enemy, so he figured if he took him out he could take over and everyone would know that he meant business. So he decided to take Stefano, and everyone that he knew was connected with him that could cause him problems out of the equation. The only reason I was spared that day was because I just happened to be in Clover." The anger in his voice returned, matching my own.
"Fucking bastard...I'm going to kill him." I knew something was going on with that little fuck. All the signs were there; the money exchange between him and Manny, the security guards that he had supposedly hand picked, the strange way he'd all of a sudden wanted to be my friend...the shit was all a set up and I played right into it. All this time I've been worried about Slim finding out about Liz and I when I should have been worried about Sean’s bitch ass.
“Sean is not a priority right now…”
“The hell he’s not,” I snap, not understanding how he could be so willing to let that bastard walk around still breathing.
“Look!” he growls at me, standing at the foot of my bed. His brows are creased together as he glared at me. “I loved Stefano like a brother regardless of all the shit he did, but as much as I loved him, I love Bella even more and I will do anything to protect her. The streets are hot right now...every hustler and snot-nosed kid will be out trying to make a name for themselves now that Stefano is gone. Sean thinks with Stefano out of the picture, it will be smooth sailing. This shit is bigger then that and right now…Bella and the girls are my main concern. I suggest you worry about getting yourself out of this damn bed and getting your family away from this shit…away from Roswell.”
I stare at him completely stunned. Alfonso is normally a quiet person and always had a smile to offer. But watching him now, I can’t help but wonder was he more then just a simple hostess at Dino’s. Before I could ponder on it further, the door opens once again and Liz walks through carrying a cup of coffee and a bouquet of flowers. Alfonso’s demeanor changes quickly like a chameleon on a leaf as he greets her. He engulfs her in his arms as he kisses her forehead. The two of them began to speak softly in Italian. I catch a few words here in there, but I’ve never really been able to follow a conversation. I watch as she giggles at something he says before he kisses her cheek.
“Maxwell.”
“Alfonso.”
*****
“What are you thinking about?” I’ve been watching her for a while now, noticing the way she would seemed to be talking to herself or a small smile would grace her lips before being replaced by a frown. Michael had came to visit me today and we talked for a while before the pain in my back became to much and Nurse Waldrip came and gave me some medication. It wasn’t long before it took effect and I fell asleep. I’ve been awake now for about ten minutes, and watching her every since.
“Max, you scared me,” she smiles gently as she makes her way over to the bed. She sits down cautiously, not wanting to agitate my injuries. I notice the way she avoids my eyes, and it only piques my curiosity.
“Liz?” I probe. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and I smile knowing it’s a nervous habit. “Talk to me,” I say gently, clasping her small hand in mine. Opening and closing her mouth, it takes her a few seconds to finally say something.
“Max…you remember the day…the day of the shooting?” I nod, not really wanting to relive that day. I remember it as if it was just yesterday. I remember seeing her dressed in her yellow sundress smiling brightly at me. I had been so happy to see her. I couldn’t wait to tell her about the ranch and taking her away. But things got crazy and before I could register what was happening, I was staring down the barrel of a gun. My only thought then was to get to her and protect her. Now instead of watching the sun rise over the mountains, I’m laid up in a hospital bed with two holes in my back, a fucked up leg and the possibility of never walking again. How can I possibly forget the day my life was turned upside down? She’s waiting on me to answer, and I nod, encouraging her to continue.
“You remember our conversation on the phone earlier that day?” Again I nod. “I told you I had something to tell you.” She inhales a deep breath as her hand tightens around mine.
“What is it baby? What’s wrong?” The anticipation is scaring me, but the tears in her eyes are even frightening.
“I’m pregnant.” Her words hit me like a Mack Truck and I’m not sure if I heard her correctly.
“W-what?” I stutter out.
“God, this isn’t how I imagine telling you,” she cries. Tearing her hand from mine, she stands abruptly and begins running her hands through her hair frantically. “There was just so much b-blood, and I-I thought…I thought I was going to lose you…” she’s crying hysterically and I curse inwardly because I can’t get up and gather her in my arms.
“Liz…”
“I-I…no one would tell me what was going on…”
“Liz…” I call to her again, but she’s not even with me.
“A-and I-I just kept thinking that…that you were going to die without knowing th-that you were going to be a daddy…what would I have told our baby…h-how was I going to go on…”
“LIZ!” I shout, not giving a damn about the other residence on the floor. Finally she stops pacing and stares at me, her eyes swimming with tears and dancing wildly across my face.
“Come here,” I demand, a lump forming tightly in my throat at see her so broken. I hold out my hand and she quickly accepts it. I pull her onto the bed with me, cradling her head against my chest as she sobs.
“It’s okay love…I’m okay…shh,” I coo as she continues to weep.
“I-I was so scared,” she cries and I hold her closer.
“I know baby…I know.” Not long afterwards her cries became soft whimpers and tiny hiccups as she clutched my gown in her tiny fist and buries her faces deeper against my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, as silence falls over us. I contemplate what she has just told me and I can’t help but smile.
“Wow…a baby,” I whisper and feel her nod against me.
“Are you okay with this?” She asks, and I can hear the tremor in her voice. Placing my hand beneath her chin, I lift her face so that I can see her eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I question.
She shrugs, her eyes looking everywhere but at my face. “Because our whole relationship hasn’t been normal from the start. You’ve only been out of a coma for a week now, and the first thing you ask me was to marry you.” I smile at the memory. “And now I’m telling you I’m pregnant…It’s just a lot you know.” She looks away nervously and I cup her face.
“Liz, fuck normal.” I chuckle at her shocked expression. “When I asked you to marry me, I meant it. I do want to marry you and I do want our baby. You don’t know how happy you’ve just made me. I’m going to be a daddy.” I cover her mouth with mine and god how I’ve missed her sweet lips. Just the taste of them had me forgetting about where we were and the pain that was aching throughout my body. Liz was the only drug I needed.
"I love you," I pant out when we finally pull apart. I rest my forehead against hers, wiping off the remaining tears from her cheeks.
"I love you too...forever," she sighs.
"Forever." I promise. Stealing one last kiss, I cradle her protectively against me and listen to her breathing as it evens out into soft snores. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I know one thing, the small woman resting soundly in my arms will always and forever have my heart.
Max's POV
I open my eyes slowly, groaning when the sun threatens to blind me. Before I could complain, the shades are drawn closed and the room is cloaked in darkness once again. Liz's beautiful face suddenly appears as she clicks on the bedside lamp and she smiling down at me. I can't help the relief that washes over me at seeing her angelic face.
"Morning," she whispers softly, brushing at my bangs. I struggle to speak and I realize I still have this damn tube down my throat.
"I'm going to go find Dr. Soto so we can get that removed." I nod, watching her as she walks to the door. She pauses at the door and turns towards me.
"I love you," she smiles before going in search of the doctor. Not long afterwards she returns with not only the doctor, but two nurses and what I only assume are interns.
"Well isn't this a surprise. Welcome back Max, you had us worried there for a minute," Dr. Soto smiles. His eyes traveling over to Liz who sent him a bright smile. "Let's get a look at you." I follow his every movement as he comes around the bed to check my vitals. "I bet you're ready to get this annoying thing out of you." He gestures towards the tube and I nod eagerly, causing a gentle chuckle to erupt from him.
"Okay Max, I'm going to need you to cough as I extract this or it can be really uncomfortable. Understand?" he instructs and I nod in agreement. I feel Liz's tiny hand slip into mine and squeeze gently. Dr. Soto gives me one last warning before placing his hand on the tube. I cough as hard as I physically can, but it doesn't help the irritation in my throat or me from throwing up. The nurses and Liz are quick to my aide. One of the nurses, Nurse Waldrip, hands Liz a cup of water and she places it at my lips.
"Slowly," she warns, stroking my forehead. I wince in pain as I swallow and can only take a few sips. "You okay?" Liz questions in concern
"Y-yes." My voice is hoarse and sore from the tube and I have to resort to whispering. Our eyes lock, and I can see the tiredness in her eyes and I wonder when the last time she had slept was. Before I could voice my concern, the doctor draws my attention.
"Max, there are some things I need to take a look at," he informs me. I feel Liz's hand tighten around mine, and I look up to see the apprehensive look on her face as she stares at the doctor.
"What's wrong?" I manage to voice out a little over a whisper.
"Max when you were brought in, there was extensive damage done to your heart, lung and kidney," he begins to explain. "We had to replace the lower half of your left femur bone because it was completely shattered by the bullet..."
"And..." I question when I see the hesitant look in his eyes.
"You were hit several times...one of the bullets penetrated your spine. An injury to the spine could cause several complications...but the main concern would be paralysis.”
"P-paralyze...are you saying t-that I’m paralyzed?" He stands there nervously, and Liz lowers her head sadly. He lifts the cover off my legs, and the first thing I notice was the huge bandage wrapped around my left leg.
"Doctor?"
"Max, I need you to tell me if you feel this," he says as he pulls out a pen and runs it over the sole of my foot. Nothing.
"Wiggle your toes for me Max." Again...nothing.
"Max...wiggle your toes," he orders.
"I am," I swallow thickly. I watch the expression on his face turn grave and he pulls out a long object that resembles a large stick pin like the ones my mom use to use when she sewed. He proceeded to move up my leg, sticking me in different spots as he goes.
"Do you feel that?" he would ask, and my answer would be the same each time.
"No." A huge ball settles in my stomach as I close my eyes trying to fight off the tears that are threatening to spill forward.
"What does this means?" Liz asks, and I can hear the catch in her voice and know that she is fighting her own tears.
"Let's not jump to conclusions...this could just be temporary. We have to stay positive. Let’s just wait to see what the next few days bring okay." His voice is kind and gentle, holding hopefulness. After checking over the wound on my leg and back, he and the rest of the staff exit the room, leaving Liz and I in awkward silence. .
"Max?" Liz's voice calls to me but I can't bring myself to look at her. Her soft hand cradles my face, forcing me to look at her. I try to look away, but she won't let me as she rests her forehead against mine. I close my eyes, not wanting to see the sympathy in her eyes. "Baby, look at me," she orders softly. I try to fight them, but the tears managed to leak from under my tightly closed lids, and I feel her brush them away tenderly. "Max." Slowly I open my eyes and instead of seeing the pity in her eyes that I expected, I find nothing but love.
"We have to stay positive. You heard what Dr. Soto said, this could just be temporary."
"And what if it isn't?" I can't help but snap. She doesn't take offense to my nasty tone, but instead strokes her hand lovingly across my cheek.
"Then we take it one day at a time and get through this...together," she states firmly and with so much confidence that I want to believe her, but a cloud of doubt settles over me and I can't help but think negatively.
*****
I turn my head at the sound of the door opening. I fully expect to see Liz or one of the nurses walk in, but I'm surprised to see Alfonso walk through the door.
"Maxwell," he addresses tightly.
"Alfonso," I return, watching him closely as he paces across the floor before stopping at the window and staring out at the night. Silence blankets us as we both gather our thoughts.
"What happened?" I finally break the silence. Liz had told me about Stefano, Donatello and Kyle a few days ago, but she was unsure exactly what had happened. The police weren't talking and I've been itching to find out who the hell was responsible for this shit. He jumped slightly, startled by the sudden sound of my voice. Turning away from the window, he perches himself against the windowsill, crossing his legs at the ankles and folding his arms over his chest. He's dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white Polo shirt. In the year that I've known Alfonso, I've never seen him in anything other then a custom tailored suit. I also never noticed how big he was. Even though the lighting is dim, I can see the wild look in his eyes. After a minute or two of watching him gather his thoughts, he finally speaks, but what comes out of his mouth is the last thing I expected.
"Sean." His name dripping from his lips full of hatred.
"What?!" I shouted, trying to sit up the best I could with my injuries. He moves to help me, but I sent him a glare that told his ass I could take care of myself. "What the hell you mean Sean? Sean is responsible for this?" I hiss, my anger quickly rising.
"Apparently he has been planning this for a while now." He answers. "Evidently he got tired of being Stefano's lap dog and wanted his own empire."
"Then why the hell didn't he just get the fuck out?" I growl.
"Because he knew Stefano wouldn't let him just walk away...plus if he did, he knew Stefano would forever be the enemy, so he figured if he took him out he could take over and everyone would know that he meant business. So he decided to take Stefano, and everyone that he knew was connected with him that could cause him problems out of the equation. The only reason I was spared that day was because I just happened to be in Clover." The anger in his voice returned, matching my own.
"Fucking bastard...I'm going to kill him." I knew something was going on with that little fuck. All the signs were there; the money exchange between him and Manny, the security guards that he had supposedly hand picked, the strange way he'd all of a sudden wanted to be my friend...the shit was all a set up and I played right into it. All this time I've been worried about Slim finding out about Liz and I when I should have been worried about Sean’s bitch ass.
“Sean is not a priority right now…”
“The hell he’s not,” I snap, not understanding how he could be so willing to let that bastard walk around still breathing.
“Look!” he growls at me, standing at the foot of my bed. His brows are creased together as he glared at me. “I loved Stefano like a brother regardless of all the shit he did, but as much as I loved him, I love Bella even more and I will do anything to protect her. The streets are hot right now...every hustler and snot-nosed kid will be out trying to make a name for themselves now that Stefano is gone. Sean thinks with Stefano out of the picture, it will be smooth sailing. This shit is bigger then that and right now…Bella and the girls are my main concern. I suggest you worry about getting yourself out of this damn bed and getting your family away from this shit…away from Roswell.”
I stare at him completely stunned. Alfonso is normally a quiet person and always had a smile to offer. But watching him now, I can’t help but wonder was he more then just a simple hostess at Dino’s. Before I could ponder on it further, the door opens once again and Liz walks through carrying a cup of coffee and a bouquet of flowers. Alfonso’s demeanor changes quickly like a chameleon on a leaf as he greets her. He engulfs her in his arms as he kisses her forehead. The two of them began to speak softly in Italian. I catch a few words here in there, but I’ve never really been able to follow a conversation. I watch as she giggles at something he says before he kisses her cheek.
“Maxwell.”
“Alfonso.”
*****
“What are you thinking about?” I’ve been watching her for a while now, noticing the way she would seemed to be talking to herself or a small smile would grace her lips before being replaced by a frown. Michael had came to visit me today and we talked for a while before the pain in my back became to much and Nurse Waldrip came and gave me some medication. It wasn’t long before it took effect and I fell asleep. I’ve been awake now for about ten minutes, and watching her every since.
“Max, you scared me,” she smiles gently as she makes her way over to the bed. She sits down cautiously, not wanting to agitate my injuries. I notice the way she avoids my eyes, and it only piques my curiosity.
“Liz?” I probe. She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth, and I smile knowing it’s a nervous habit. “Talk to me,” I say gently, clasping her small hand in mine. Opening and closing her mouth, it takes her a few seconds to finally say something.
“Max…you remember the day…the day of the shooting?” I nod, not really wanting to relive that day. I remember it as if it was just yesterday. I remember seeing her dressed in her yellow sundress smiling brightly at me. I had been so happy to see her. I couldn’t wait to tell her about the ranch and taking her away. But things got crazy and before I could register what was happening, I was staring down the barrel of a gun. My only thought then was to get to her and protect her. Now instead of watching the sun rise over the mountains, I’m laid up in a hospital bed with two holes in my back, a fucked up leg and the possibility of never walking again. How can I possibly forget the day my life was turned upside down? She’s waiting on me to answer, and I nod, encouraging her to continue.
“You remember our conversation on the phone earlier that day?” Again I nod. “I told you I had something to tell you.” She inhales a deep breath as her hand tightens around mine.
“What is it baby? What’s wrong?” The anticipation is scaring me, but the tears in her eyes are even frightening.
“I’m pregnant.” Her words hit me like a Mack Truck and I’m not sure if I heard her correctly.
“W-what?” I stutter out.
“God, this isn’t how I imagine telling you,” she cries. Tearing her hand from mine, she stands abruptly and begins running her hands through her hair frantically. “There was just so much b-blood, and I-I thought…I thought I was going to lose you…” she’s crying hysterically and I curse inwardly because I can’t get up and gather her in my arms.
“Liz…”
“I-I…no one would tell me what was going on…”
“Liz…” I call to her again, but she’s not even with me.
“A-and I-I just kept thinking that…that you were going to die without knowing th-that you were going to be a daddy…what would I have told our baby…h-how was I going to go on…”
“LIZ!” I shout, not giving a damn about the other residence on the floor. Finally she stops pacing and stares at me, her eyes swimming with tears and dancing wildly across my face.
“Come here,” I demand, a lump forming tightly in my throat at see her so broken. I hold out my hand and she quickly accepts it. I pull her onto the bed with me, cradling her head against my chest as she sobs.
“It’s okay love…I’m okay…shh,” I coo as she continues to weep.
“I-I was so scared,” she cries and I hold her closer.
“I know baby…I know.” Not long afterwards her cries became soft whimpers and tiny hiccups as she clutched my gown in her tiny fist and buries her faces deeper against my chest. I run my fingers through her hair, as silence falls over us. I contemplate what she has just told me and I can’t help but smile.
“Wow…a baby,” I whisper and feel her nod against me.
“Are you okay with this?” She asks, and I can hear the tremor in her voice. Placing my hand beneath her chin, I lift her face so that I can see her eyes.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I question.
She shrugs, her eyes looking everywhere but at my face. “Because our whole relationship hasn’t been normal from the start. You’ve only been out of a coma for a week now, and the first thing you ask me was to marry you.” I smile at the memory. “And now I’m telling you I’m pregnant…It’s just a lot you know.” She looks away nervously and I cup her face.
“Liz, fuck normal.” I chuckle at her shocked expression. “When I asked you to marry me, I meant it. I do want to marry you and I do want our baby. You don’t know how happy you’ve just made me. I’m going to be a daddy.” I cover her mouth with mine and god how I’ve missed her sweet lips. Just the taste of them had me forgetting about where we were and the pain that was aching throughout my body. Liz was the only drug I needed.
"I love you," I pant out when we finally pull apart. I rest my forehead against hers, wiping off the remaining tears from her cheeks.
"I love you too...forever," she sighs.
"Forever." I promise. Stealing one last kiss, I cradle her protectively against me and listen to her breathing as it evens out into soft snores. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I know one thing, the small woman resting soundly in my arms will always and forever have my heart.
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Forever Mine
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~~Lady Scorpio's Fics~~
Forever Mine
Love, Life and Danger
Generation Next
Running from the Past
The House
Down Low
God Sent
Returning to Love