Cinderella and The Jamaican Don

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AMELIA POV

Marco left the room leaving me laying on my back.

I walked over to my drawer, hands trembling as I searched for the cotton, grabbing the alcohol from the dresser.

My mind racing as I try to figure out how Marco end up here, asking for cotton and alcohol.

I exhaled deeply.

As I stepped into the living room, the sight of blood smeared on my floor almost made my stomach churn again. Teejay was slumped in the corner of the settee, his shirt drenched in red, while Marco, worked frantically to stop the bleeding.

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and sweat.

The sight froze me in place, my breath catching in my throat. Teejay's eyes flickered up to meet mine, his expression a mix of pain and frustration.

"Yuh find di ting dem yet?" Marco barked, snapping me out of my trance.

I nodded, holding out the cotton and alcohol with my hands  shaking. Marco grabbed them without a word, ripping open the packet of cotton and dousing it in alcohol.

Teejay hissed sharply as Marco pressed it to his side, his jaw tightening.

"Hold still, dawg. Yuh prefer fi dead?" Marco muttered, his tone serious with concern.

"Me good," Teejay grunted, speaking lowly.

I hovered near the doorway, unsure of what to do. My eyes darted between the two men, the blood pooling on the floor. Every instinct screamed at me to run, to get out before things got worse.

"Amelia," Marco called, breaking through my panicked thoughts.

"Y-yes?" I stammered, stepping closer.

"Me want a clean towel and some hot water. Fast!", he ordered without looking up.

I rushed to the kitchen, filling a basin with hot water and run to the bathroom grabbing a towel. My hands were still trembling as I carried it back to the living room.

Marco snatched the towel, soaking it in the water before pressing it against Teejay's wound.

Teejay winced, his head falling back against the settee, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"You lucky it nuh reach deeper," Marco said, examining the wound. "But yuh still need stitches."

"Lee soon reach," Teejay muttered through clenched teeth.

"Who is Lee?" I blurted out, unable to keep quiet any longer.

Teejay's lips twitched into a faint smirk despite his pain. "Doctor," he replied simply.

A doctor? What kind of man keeps a doctor on call like this?

"Yuh nuh need fi worry, Amelia," Marco said, glancing at me. "We soon outta yuh place."

I nodded, though his words did little to calm me. The sight of Teejay like this—injured, vulnerable—contrasted so sharply with the cocky, confident man who had dropped me home just hours ago.

"Yuh alright?" Teejay asked suddenly, his voice breaking through the silence.

I blinked, frightened. "Me? You're the one who's bleeding," I said, my tone sassy than I intended.

He chuckled, though it quickly turned into a grimace. "Yuh strong, Amelia. Stronger than yuh think."

The weight of his words settled over me, but before I could respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Marco jumped to his feet, his hand moving to his waistband.