Three Gangs and a Silver Sin

Chapter 13, Food is life

"You mean what has Blake done to you!" Xavier exclaims before flipping us over and- oh my God, the floor is not comfortable.

"You don't make any sense!" I shout and kick and scramble under Xavier.

"He drugged you!" Xavier tries to explain before I knee him in the stomach.

"Good Lord! Can you stop damaging my goods!" Xavier cries out before falling over. I immediately go sit on his chest - putting all my weight on him so he can't get up.

"It was your stomach, stop wining!"

"It was my crotch!"

"Your crotch isn't that big!"

Xavier puts on a smirk before saying: "You'd be surprised."

"Ewww, eww, eww!" I exclaim and scramble away from Xavier who by now is laughing like he's gone crazy. "Just, please, let me go. Let everyone you have trapped here go, and I won't kill you today. I need to get back to my gang."

"Relax, Marigold, I'll take you home. You need your medicine in anyway," Xavier says while getting up and dusting off his shirt. It's so weird to not see him in a suit.

"Medicine?" I ask.

Xavier frowns at me for a moment before pure, utter shock coats his expression. He takes a step closer - like hes looking into me, before he seems to become a deathly pale. "You haven't been taking medicine? You had a heart transplant, Marigold! There's medicine and diets you have to follow after such a surgery! Didn't anybody tell you? Oh my god, no wonder you look so thin and pale! You're dying, Marigold!" Xavier says.

I shake my head slowly, "No, I don't believe you..." I say - mostly because it's freaking me out that he's calling me Marigold like Mysterious Fucker did.

"I'm getting you back to Tygerwell and I'm getting you medical attention. This is serious, Marigold. You're supposed to take medicines daily. It's a miracle you're still alive!" Xavier says.

"And who's fault is that?" I grumble - giving Xavier the harshest look I can manage. He's the one that shot me. He's the one that wanted me to pick between Blake and Owen. Xavier Jilten deserves a painful death. Everybody I loved would still be here if it wasn't for him. He's evil. The devil himself.

"Mine," Xavier suddenly admits.

I don't know how to respond, but the devil is already grabbing my arm and leading me out of the room. I feel intoxicated again. Like the air we share is poisoned. The oxygen I breathe is moments away from catching fire and burning me.

"We'll leave after breakfast," the devil says.

I complain and protest all the way to Xavier's other room in the hotel. The few people that pass us send me warm looks for some reason. Probably because they have sympathy for me being in a robe while Xavier is dragging me around. I just hope they don't think we're a couple or something.

"Good morning, Ladies," Xavier greets when he gets into the room.

The first person I recognize is Jack. He looks really guilty when he sees me and ducks to the bathroom. The next person I kind of recognize is a freakishly large guy who gives me Frankenstein's monster vibes. He has a small smile and does a short wave with his hand. I look to the bed and a charming brunet guy is sprawled across like he owns the place. He sends me a wink. And next to him is Mr Wessils - tied to the bed post in pink furry handcuffs and with a sock that's stuffed into his mouth.

"I want my prisoner back," is the first thing I say.

"You two look like you had a fun night," the charming brunet suddenly comments before taking a bite out of the green apple he has.