Chapter 29

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Noah almost died tonight, and I had to sit back, fight my desires to set the whole building on fire while crying my eyes out, or help him defeat the scariest man living on this planet while screaming my lungs out.

I bit my tight fist, hard.

He warned me not to do anything, not to show any sign of weakness, because you never know who is watching. But I swear to God, every time he took a hit and tried to hide his pain from the audience, a piece of me died.

And now, I am left with nothing, with no more pieces, for the simple reason that the number of punches insisted on increasing.

There was no doubt that the mafia wanted to teach him a lesson.

I believed Noah when he claimed to be one of their best fighters, but the beast going against him fought like a machine, and it was apparent to every single person in the room that the guy I fell for didn't stand a chance.

Forcing myself to watch him was the worst decision I have ever made, but the least I could do was to suffer along with him.

The fifth round ended with a knockdown and some loud freaking cheers for that monster. You can easily guess who made my heart sink at the end of that round.

The judge started to count down the time, as I begged God to keep Noah on the ground for those crucial seconds. Call me evil, but I needed him to be protected and above and beyond all: alive.

When Noah's bleeding body failed his attempt to get up from the floor, I felt sick to my stomach. Sweaty hands, teary eyes, and a racing heart was a supreme recipe for a condition I call: 'I don't know how to handle the situation.'

My lungs refused to cooperate with my trustworthy mind and instead listened to my troubled heart, and so breathing wasn't something I managed to do for ten whole seconds. Only by the end of them, some oxygen successfully entered my body, and I thanked God over and over again.

Noah stayed on the ground and looked directly at me. His exhausted expression burned with dissatisfaction and anger. I gave him a small smile and promised myself to tell him that failures make us stronger, make us who we are.

The reason I came was to keep an eye on him, not to witness his victory.

He was finally out of danger, and that was the only thing that truly mattered to me.

Just as we have planned, his bent figure headed to the changing rooms while I patiently waited for people to evacuate the place in the women's bathrooms. I closely viewed my pale reflection in the dirty mirror, and tension was building up inside me as I recalled his words from earlier that day:

"This is the mafia we are dealing with, Sky. Try to be invisible. Hide in the crowd and don't let them see you."

I needed to be extra careful, and so 15 minutes later, I walked back to the place where he fought as quietly as I could. Luckily for me, the area around the ring was completely empty.

I paced towards the changing room's door and opened it, revealing the last thing I expected to see that night: a small bird tattoo on Noah's upper back.

The sight only reinforced the fact that I knew nothing about that gorgeous boxer.

The room smelled like fresh blood, and when his head snapped in my direction, my eyes met his tired ones, and I had to hold myself together and not break down in front of him.

My emotions were all over the place.

I wanted to tell him that I love him, that as long as I live, I will never let him fight again. Yet, thinking about those words was much more simple than speaking them out.

"I will survive," his muffled words tried to calm me down, however hearing his voice did the exact opposite.

"You better survive, because if not, I will be the second to kill you."

"Let's go home, princess," he said with a weak smile. 

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The beautiful drawings in Noah's warm bedroom were gone, probably hidden somewhere safe, and the only thing exposed and uncovered was his injured body. He was lying down on his bed, waiting for me to open my mouth and start talking.

"How are you feeling?"

"I am feeling just fine, Sky. Stop worrying about me all the time," even with all those bruises, Noah still managed to give me his famous sour glare.

"Don't you dare tell me not to worry about you. I thought I lost you tonight," I cried out, tired and sick of the way he treated me and my concern for him.

"I know you rather listen to anything else, Noah, but I care about you," I confessed, giving myself an imaginary pat on the shoulder for the courage.

"I know you care about me, Sky, it's just that-"

"You are bleeding," I interrupted him, not wanting to see any more blood on his face tonight. He didn't even feel the red liquid sliding down his cheek and awarded me with a confused look.

"The cut below your left eye is bleeding again. Hold on, let me get you some wet tissues."

I entered the kitchen with the feeling that someone is observing me. My heart skipped a beat when my mother appeared out of nowhere. Freak, I forgot about how I invited her and not a babysitter to keep an eye on Jacob for the time we were out of the house.

"Hey, mom."

"Hey, dear. How is Noah doing?"

"He is doing good. How is Diego?"

"He works even more than me, but we are trying to spend as much time as we can together."

Her answer made me furious, but I didn't expect much of her in the first place. She can go and spend as much time with Diego as she wishes, and I will have to learn not to give a freak.

"I have an important matter to discuss with you, love."

"I decided to send your father to an alcohol recovery program. He has been there for a few weeks now, and yesterday he called telling me he wants to see you."

I was totally, completely, extremely, and absolutely shocked.

"Take your time thinking about it. Give him a visit whenever you feel ready."

I laid next to Jacob on our shared bed, hugging him tightly(after giving Noah our white monster and receiving in return a blank stare). My deep thoughts kept on bothering me like an irritating fly on a hot summer day.

I needed to visit the man who scarred me- for him. My little boy has to grow with a father, and if I have the chance to improve our relationship with him, I will take it, no matter how bad it's going to hurt.

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