𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀 -
Intricate and witty, her life has twisted upside down after her father's past scarred his family. At the young age of twenty, Violet is informed that eight years ago, she was promised to marry a Mafia Don's son by h...
MARINERS APARTMENT COMPLEX - LANA DEL REY "they mistook my kindness for weakness."
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Somewhere along the way, Dominic had made a sudden turn, steering us off the usual path that would lead to the hospital.
It had been a good five minutes since Dominic had exited the car, leaving me in the passenger seat without a clue in the world as to where we were. He had been cryptic about his little detour, insisting that I could stay in the car. My curiosity had grown with each passing moment.
Finally, he reappeared, a To-Go cup of coffee in his hands. It was from the same place that I took him weeks ago, Sparrow Coffee, and I was surprised that I didn't recognize the area. I was even more surprised that he managed to remember my exact order, because I could see on it's label as he handed it to me.
My eyes lit up, and I couldn't help but break into one of the biggest smiles I had worn in a while. "Thank you," I beamed, holding the cup steadily with two hands.
A small, almost imperceptible smile peaked from Dominic's usually serious expression, and he shook his head, his dark hair lightly tousled as he shifted the gear from out of park.
I couldn't help but be curious about his reaction, and my voice held a playful edge as I inquired, "What?"
He chuckled softly, piercing his lips, almost trying to conceal his smile. "I don't understand why you're so happy about coffee."
It struck me suddenly, the fact that he was smiling because I was smiling.
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When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse working behind the counter greeted us with a kind smile and told me that Nathan was assigned to room 407, just down the well-lit corridor. My heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as I followed the directions.
As we made our way down the sterile hallway, there sat an imposing police officer. His uniform suggested authority, and his presence shook me a little bit. When we got close enough, I realized that the police officer was sitting right beside Nathan's door.
The man stood ready to speak as we approached. He opened his mouth, maybe to inquire about our business there, but Dominic interrupted him.
"Non sarà necessario, (That won't be necessary,)" He said, his voice steady and assured. Sometimes I forgot he spoke Italian, because he rarely ever spoke it at the house, and when he did, it was never around me.
