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Vito tugs me to his side more and simultaneously cuts off my words.“Don’t talk to anyone and stay close.”

I nod with a wave to the nurses and the doctor.This is going to be an interesting trip.

Chapter Two

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Vito

I set the bags on the ground, watching carefully as to where Fia is moving to.Her eyes follow the path of this wooden cabin that I built and own for a couple of years now, so it’s relatively new compared to the massive trees around.

I have everything set up; backup generators, gas, water pipes, and food.Having been in the army, I had developed a baseline of paranoia that forces me to out up traps around the cabin.It’s for my own perfection and for the sake of my darling Fia.

Ever since meeting her for the first time, I had actually cursed Cyrus for getting this gig.As bad as it sounds, I was jealous of him for being able to be with her for the whole day.I want that job, but he is my brother in arms and my closest friend, so I never thought of doing any harm to him.

If he was a stranger, then that’s a different story.I wouldn’t mind using some of my influence on him or strongarming my way into the position if words don’t work.

“Wow,” Fia murmurs with awe as her pretty brown eyes dart to the fireplace.“It’s amazing!”

I close the door behind me, eyes turning to the drawn curtains, and I decide that it’s best to keep them shut.It’s nighttime, and I’m not going to take any chances because it’s been a while since I have been here.Newcomers could have migrated here, and I want to survey the areas first thing in the morning when she’s still sleeping.

I have taken out the electronic factor, but I can’t positively say that we haven’t been followed.I didn’t notice anything when we were traveling down the long stretch of road from the busy city to the cold northern town with a sparse population.

I have a brief file in my head about everyone in town, but they know nothing about me.This cabin is for me to destress and get away from the screaming noises of the city.I have had enough of loud sounds when I was overseas and hearing gunshots in the city is enough to trigger memories of deaths in my mind.

I did spend more time up here for a while, but that was before I met Fia.I wanted to be near her because this heartache I would feel when she is far, and untouchable would be immensely painful to deal with.

The scar on my neck would throb insistently until I see her smiling with those pretty lips, but it’s the best when she plays the violin for my ears.She makes mistakes, and she knows this, and that’s why she tries harder to make it perfect because she’s looking for that praise from me.

“I’ll show you around,” I offer, and her eyes light up like a star on the Christmas tree.

Her excited nod and easily agreeable impulse have her skipping in front of me.She waits with impatience as her little feet become restless.Those childish patterns on her socks are adorable, but my eyes are taken by her grin.

I remember she was awfully shy when we met, but it’s understandable since her family hadn't been the kindest to her, the budding fame as a musician comes with a lot of criticism, and the natural submissiveness that calls out to me.

I know too much about her, but it’s for her own good.It’s my job to protect her when Cyrus can’t, and now his wife is bed-ridden more than before; I will gladly take his position.

It should have been mine, to begin with.There is no point in thinking like that when I have her where I want her to be—here, in my cabin and away from the prying eyes of public opinions, and vulnerable.

“Do you think Alana will be okay?”she asks, hesitant and scared for Cyrus’ wife.

“I’m sure she’s taken care of,” I answer, but honestly, I don’t care.

It’s not that I don’t want to care for the woman my closest friend married and loves with his entire life, but mentally, I can’t feel anything for the woman.I may have sympathy for her because of her condition, but we don’t have that personal connection for me to have the urge to help her.

There are wires in my head that aren’t connected well, and I have hidden them from the army for a while.No one knows the incapability of personal connections that I have struggled with since the beginning of my adolescence.

My parents brought the notion of me being an antisocial child and a stoic man to their graves.Whether it is that I didn’t care enough to tell them or that it was too troublesome, they believed I was a troubled child without psychological help.

Not even Cyrus knows about this untreatable condition that I have, and medication can only suppress the impulse to enact violence on innocent people in the city.I had the excuse to let out the insanity within me on the battlefield when I was deployed, but this violent side of me had been substituted with the possessive and controlling freak.

I have to keep Fia.She’s all I have left, and she needs me too.I know she does.She’s in danger, and I wasn’t there to protect her when she almost died in the damn car.I swear on my fucking life that I will punish everyone who had wronged her.

“Vito?”She waves her hand in front of my eyes.

I blink out of my thoughts and sigh, finding her pretty face twisting with concern as she stands in front of me.She’s too pretty, and her lips are begging for mine to take, but she’s shy and too naïve to know what she wants.

Not yet, I tell myself.

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