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“Sir, you need to let her go so we can work,” the nurse tells me gently, pulling me away from her. I stand there in shock that this is happening. I can’t move, as my feet are rooted to the floor. Everyone is yelling codes and terms I don’t understand.

Someone grabs me to pull me out of the room. It’s Tony, and his face resembles mine now more than ever. We are both afraid we are going to lose her.

“Come on, Erica, fight!” he shouts, and bangs the wall. I just continue to stand there and wait for the news that will forever change my life.

The doctor finally emerges from the room and I stand there, unsure of what’s to come.

“She’s awake,” he says, and he keeps talking but the only thing I registered is ‘she’s awake’.

I push past him into the room and there she is, looking tired and pale.

“Baby!” I try and calm my voice down, but I’m so happy she’s awake.

She gives me a watery smile and I reach over to pull her onto my lap. I hold her in my arms for what seems like forever.

Erica is weeping on my shoulder and I am also crying like a pussy, but I don’t care.

Her head comes up to meet mine and we kiss. It’s soft and passionate. Her mouth was made to fit mine. A throat is cleared and we both turn towards the intruder. I huff when I realize it’s my brother.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He stares at my girl, and I want to knock him out for wanting what’s mine.

“Thanks, Tony,” she whispers, and he turns to leave. I gently take hold of her face.

“Do you need anything?” I ask.

“Just you, Jared; you are all I will ever need. You brought me back here. Your love saved me,” she admits.

“No, you saved me, baby. I love you so fucking much.” Then we kiss and cling to each other, and I know in this moment that I am hers and she is mine.

Erica

Days pass and I am officially living with Jared and going back to school. My recovery has been smooth sailing so far, and it looks like I’m in the clear. Jared has been hovering quite a bit, but I don’t mind. I can’t wait for him to be between my thighs again. I have been so sore that all we have been doing is kissing.

I know Jared and his crew risked everything for me. They still have no clue who died and who survived with the Irish because they rushed me out of the destruction so fast. All that was on their minds was getting me to the hospital. I hope it’s over and we can live our lives, but that would be too easy. My father’s demise led to a ripple effect of events that keep coming down on my life like a jack hammer.

The Irish mafia wanted what was owed to them, but not without trying to kill us first. The money that they wanted, we took back. When Jared takes his business calls he usually goes in another room, trying to be as quiet as possible. He doesn’t like to see me stressed, and the thought of him working makes me anxious. I’ve asked him numerous times to get out of the club and to start fresh with me, but he just says it's not the right time. Although he has been present more than usual.

My class ends and I’m walking towards my car when I notice his motorcycle pull up. He looks so sexy in his leather jacket, dark jeans, and sunglasses. My lady bits start to do a happy dance just knowing he’s mine. I plan on being with Jared forever, but I can’t help the constant anxiety I have of the unknown.

Just as I’m about to approach, a shadow emerges in front of me. It’s Sam from one of my classes. I sigh, knowing he’s probably going to ask me out again.

“Hey, Erica, how are you? I heard what happened and just wanted to check on you.” He’s another infamous player on campus.

“I’m doing better, thanks.” I smile at his kindness even though all I want is to get to my boyfriend. I try to side step him, but he follows.

“Before you leave with him you should know that you can’t trust him, Erica. He’s not who he says he is.” His tone is serious, and now I’m starting to get annoyed.

“What are you talking about?” I raise one eyebrow in question.

Just as he’s about to say something, Jared comes storming over.

“You lost?” Jared growls in his face, towering over him by at least three inches.

Sam puts his hands up in defense. “Hey, I was just making conversation. Chill, Knox.”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Jared grumbles, and Sam just smirks and winks at me.

“I need to claim you as mine before someone else tries to steal you away.” He smiles and grabs me by the waist, pulling me flush against his body and plants a not so subtle kiss on my lips.

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