I get off of Nixon's lap, my legs having a mind of their own. From the looks of it, we were doing something extremely different than me crying on his shoulder. The thing is, I don't see why Hunter would care. He already acted like he didn't give a shit about me.

"Hunter..." I trail off, but his glare is transfixed on Nixon who is also staring at him deadly.

"What are you doing in here?" Hunter's deep, baritone voice bounces off the wall of my temporary room.

"That's none of your business," Nixon replies. I snap my head to look at him. Why didn't he just tell Hunter why he was really in here?

"I think it is," Hunter scowls. "I'm supposed to be protecting her so I would like to know what your doing in a room alone with her on your lap."

The way he makes it sound is very sexual and the exact opposite of what we were really doing.

"Protecting her?" He scoffs. "Says the guy that hit her with a belt."

"Nixon," I gasp. This should not be happening.

"Say it again, Nixon, I won't hesitate putting a bullet through your head," he growls.

That was hot.

"Hunter, stop," I step between the two men that are currently having a war through their eyes.

"You always say the same thing, cousin," Nixon chuckles darkly. "But you never actually do it. All bark no bite."

"We'll see about that," Hunter pulls a pistol out from the back of his waist hand.

Holy mother of god.

"Whoa," I screech. "Let's all settle down here."

"Do it, I dare you," Nixon narrows his eyes at him.

Don't do it.

"Quit provoking me," Hunter mutters.

"Nixon stop," I push him away, feeling like I need to defend Hunter when I shouldn't.

"Why should I?" He turns his attention to me.

"Because, this could end badly and I just could really do without the drama," I try to convince him. I don't want anyone getting hurt.

"Jacey, do you not realize what he did to you?"he raises his voice, getting closer to me. "He physically hurt you!"

"Get out of her face," Hunter's husky voice booms through the room. By the look on his face I can see he's close to following through on his promise.

"Like you care," he seethes.

It happens fast, a loud popping noise fills the small space making me cover my ears. Then there's an ear piercing scream of pain.

Hunter shot Nixon.

"Oh my god!" I choke out, my legs already on the move towards Nixon, but a muscular arm wraps around my waist, holding me to them. "Let me go! I have to help him!"

"I'll get someone else to do it, you're coming with me," he whispers close to my ear and drags me out of the room.

I look back at Nixon's pain stricken face and see him holding his leg that's bleeding.

"Hunter! Let me go!" I scream, about to thrash around when I'm thrown over his back, my face hitting the muscular surface. "Great."

I briefly notice a few nurses running into my room followed by the rest of the crew and I release a breath. Now all I have to worry about is getting out of this situation.

When we get closer to our destination I already know it all to well. How could I forget the place where the worst event of my life took place?

Hunter sets me down on the ground as soon as we make it into his room, and he locks the door. Fearing what could happen next, I back away from him as he places his gun on the dresser.

"Jacey," he starts off, seeing my panic. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"How do I know that? You didn't seem to have a problem shooting your cousin or hitting me with a belt," I bite back, my jittery nerves taking over.

He closes his eyes and take a deep breath through his nose. "I understand."

The images of earlier come back to my mind, reminding me that my bum still hurts from it. Tears form in my eyes, but I look away before he can see them. I've been weak towards him enough today.

"How could you do that to me?"

I look back at him right as he turns to me.

"You disobeyed me and I got mad," he explains like that helps with his actions.

"That explains everything!" I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"What do you want me to say! That I'm sorry?" He yells, his face turning red.

"I don't know! The one thing that I do know, though, is I wish you didn't treat me like a kid!" I shout.

"Then stop acting like one! Running off after an argument is really childish and immature!" He throws what I said back in my face. "And then I see you on Nixon's lap. Fucking straddling him!"

"That has nothing to do with you!" I scream

"Now you're really acting immature," he shoots back.

"Oh, oh!" I wave my hands. "The almighty Hunter Delhini, Boss of the Mafia doesn't act like a child at all! He's the most mature person in this house! Especially when he's shooting his cousin in the leg!"

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Hunter lunges at me, twisting my arms behind my back and pushing me against the bed post.

"Shut up! Just shut up! You don't know anything about me or my cousin!" He shouts in my face, scaring me shitless. I look towards the ceiling as he keeps yelling. "I did what I did because I was scared! I was scared something happened to you earlier so yes! I did get mad and took it out on you."

Tears leave my eyes, and Hunter's voice softens, his hot breath fanning across my face.

"You don't understand what it's like to not know, to hope for something and it never comes. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you," he admits, a rough edge to his voice.

"Hunter-" I choke on a sob. I look back at him, his eyes holding more emotion than I've ever seen.

"I'm sorry, okay? I keep replaying it over and over again and I can't handle it. I never want to hurt you like that again," he mumbles, lowering his face to my neck.

"How do I know you're not just saying that?" I ask, my eyes closing when he presses a feathery kiss against my neck.

I need to stay mad at him. I need to leave him.

"Why would I make that up? I've been so adamant on keeping you at a distance, so why would I basically tell you I care for you in some strange way?"

I don't know.

"You care for me?" I ask in awe. This is a whole new ball game.

He lifts his head from my neck to stare directly into my eyes, captivating my attention.

"I feel more than care for you."

Whoa.

I don't know what possesses me, what grabs me by the face and directs my lips to his, but when it happens, I'm shocked by it.

Our mouths move together more perfect than ever before, closing around each other tightly.

Hunter let's go of my hands and places a palm against the back of my neck to direct my mouth against his. He slants his head to the right to gain more access while I fist the shirt material at his side. He's still wearing what he had on earlier.

The kiss is slow and passionate, Hunter's delicate tongue gliding against my own whole bending his knees slightly to press his hips against mine.

I moan in his mouth, to busy being pleasured to blush.

It's an odd feeling to be kissing the guy that I thought hates me, but in reality he was worried for me. He did what he did because he was scared and I totally get that.

I was baby sitting my baby cousin once and we were playing outside, I turned my back for a second to check the time on my phone, and when I turned back she was running towards the street to get a ball that was rolling away. My heart rate increased so much I thought I'd have a heart attack. See, they lived on a pretty busy street, so when I saw this I scrambled from my position and started chasing after her. I screamed her name as loud as I could, and right as she was about to run out into the oncoming traffic, I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

I yelled at her until I was blue in the face, still shaken up about what had happened. I was so crazed that she was going to he hit by a car that I couldn't stop yelling. I relate this to Hunter's feeling. Of course, I would've liked it way more if he just yelled at me instead of hitting me, but people cope differently.

I adjust my hands to fit in Hunter's hair as he lifts me up, pressing my back to the post. It's not the most pleasant feeling to have wood digging into your back, but it's not unbearable.

I gasp in his mouth when he moves me down his body slightly to align my core with his aroused bulge.

He moves us away from the post only to lay me down on the bed, doing that thing that resembles a grind against me while taking the space between my hips.

Both needing air, we pull away, but Hunter goes straight back to leaving, hot, wet, open mouthed kisses down the front of my throat.

"God...Hunter," I moan, lifting my hips to meet his. He gets the hint and lowers himself a little more, rubbing against me.

My hand fists his hair, my eyes closing as he assaults my neck with his tantalizing kisses.

Then, like a brick hits me in the face, I push Hunter away.

He looks at me, lips swollen and breath ragged with a shocked expression. "What's wrong?"

"Too fast," I breathe out, trying to catch my breath.

He nods, slowly getting off me.

I watch him with my lip captured between my teeth, trying to digest what just happened.

"Hunter-"

"It's honestly fine. I don't know what I was thinking," he runs a hand through the mess of hair I left.

"It's not that," I shake my head. "I mean, everything is just happening to fast. I need some time to think.it was only five hours ago you punished me."

He looks down at the floor, then back up at me. "You don't need to explain."

"But I do," I let out a breathy laugh. "I don't want you to think I'm regretting what we just did, but I need to digest everything."

"Okay," he nods.

I stare at him a minute longer before walking past him and out the door.

When I get to my room, Nixon is no longer there, making me feel bad. I should go see him, wherever he is.

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