-Evangeline-
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I peek my eyes open, waiting for him to do something. Mr. Winters walks towards me and drops to his knees in front of me.
"I would never hurt you," He cups my cheek with his bruised and bloody hands and wipes my tears away.
"You- you hurt Eric," I say, looking away as more tears run down my eyes. Mr. Winters wipes them away.
"I hurt him because he hurt you," I gather all my strength to look Mr. Winters in his sorrowful smokey blue eyes.
"Is this the side everyone has been warning me about you?" Mr. Winters sighs.
"Sadly, yes. It's one of my many jobs," I bite my lip, afraid of what he's going to say next.
"If you keep getting hurt, why don't you leave this job?" Mr. Winters sighs.
"Trust me, pumpkin. I've tried. It's not something you can leave. It's something you were born into. Being the head boss of The Raven Mafia isn't something you can leave. The only way out is death, and even then, dying isn't enough to get you out," I gasp as my eyes widen.
"You're in the mafia?!" Mr. Winters nods.
I take a breath and grab his hands as mine shake from fear and look at how badly bruised, bloody, and cut they are.
"You need them bandaged up, or they'll get infected. I can do it for you if you want?" Mr. Winters chuckles.
"You're afraid of me, yet you're willing to help take care of me? You surprise me more every day, Evangeline," I swallow.
"Is that a good thing?" Mr. Winters cups my cheek with one of his hands.
"It's a great thing," I look at him, worried.
"How many people know you're in the mafia?"
"Well, only a few. My father, my brother, my men, and now, you," Mr. Winters looks at me worried.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Winters sighs.
"With you knowing I'm in the mafia, it's putting you and our child at risk. If others find out that you know, they will try to hunt you down," I cup his mask where his cheek would be with my hands.
"I promise I won't tell anyone. I'll keep it a secret like your identity. In fact, I'll actually forget about it because I don't want to picture you hitting a man with a metal bar ever again. When I picture you, I want to imagine my sweet and delicate Mr. Winters who opens doors for me and lets me eat his pickles off his plate," I remove Mr. Winters's mask as he's laughing, causing me to see his beautiful smile. I kiss him on the lips, and he pulls me closer. Lord, his lips calm every ouch of fear in my body. I slowly pull away and look him in the eyes.
"I'm serious about doctoring up your hands," Mr. Winters smiles his stunning smile.
"I promise when I'm done, I'll let you take care of them," I look at him shocked.
"You're not done?!" Mr. Winters looks away from me and sighs.
"Sadly, no, pumpkin. There's a lot left to do and a lot more to get from him," I sigh.
"Okay, if you must. I'll be waiting for you in bed. Be careful, okay?" Mr. Winters chuckles.
"I'll always be careful," Mr. Winters stands up and puts on his mask. I look up at him as he towers over me, blinking, not knowing how to get up.
"You can't get up, can you?" I look away.
"Maybe," Mr. Winters laughs. I get lift in the air with Mr. Winters's arms wrapped around me, carrying me out of the room bridal style.
"What is it about this room that makes you want to carry me bridal style like I weigh nothing?" Mr. Winters laughs.
"I don't know. Maybe it's the room's atmosphere," Mr. Winters says as he looks straight ahead into the hallway. I know he's definitely planning something. I roll my eyes.
"Definitely not, or the whole house would feel like it," I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
"If you want me to, I could carry you everywhere in the house to make the "atmosphere" match," I lay my head on his shoulder, blushing.
"No, I would get too heavy. Plus, I wouldn't have leg muscles by the end of my pregnancy, if you did that."
"It's your choice," I chuckle.
"No. I think I'll pass," I kiss Mr. Winters on his mask where his cheek would be.
"Okay, if you say so," Mr. Winters walks into our bedroom and sets me on the bed. I lay in bed, staring at him as he covers me.
"Promise me you won't get hurt," Mr. Winters removes his mask and kisses me on the forehead.
"I promise, love," He puts on his mask and starts walking away.
"Wait, one more thing," Mr. Winters turns around and looks at me.
"Can you chop off his dick, so he can't spread his genes?" Mr. Winters looks at me shocked.
"Where is this side of Evangeline coming from?" I chuckle.
"It's always been here. Don't take my kindness for granted, and you won't see it. Now, give me a kiss," Mr. Winters laughs as he walks to me, lifting his mask and kisses me on the lips. He backs away, and I pull him back.
"One more," Mr. Winters smiles his dazzling smile, and I kiss him on the lips. He slowly pulls away.
"I have to go now, my men are waiting for me. Is there anything else you need, love?" I smile at Mr. Winters, looking at his glorious face.
"Nope," I see Mr. Winters's charming smile as he puts on his mask.
"I won't be long," I hear Mr. Winters say as I watch him leave the room.
My eyes open as I look at the ceiling. I sigh knowing it's the day Mr. Winters leaves. I get up from bed, looking around for Mr. Winters. He's still gone? It's already morning. I go to the restroom and use it. I get out and see him walking down the hallway. My eyes widen as I see blood dripping from his hands. I walk up to him and hold up his hand.
"What happened?!" Mr. Winters looks at me with a dead look in his eyes and says nothing. I sigh.
"Let's get you all bandaged up," I gently pull his arm towards the restroom and warn run water over his hands in the sink.
"Do you usually take care of your wounds after?" I ask him as I open the mirror of the medicine cabinet for a first aid kit. Mr. Winters says nothing. I close the mirror.
"Stay here. I have bandages in my purse. Don't take your hands out of the water," I walk out of the restroom and into the bedroom to dig in my purse for a first aid kit.
I walk back into the restroom and see Mr. Winters still in the same spot with his hands under the warm water, watching as the water splashes the blood off his hands and goes down the drain. I turn off the water, remove his hands from the sink, and grab a towel to dry his hands. I lightly tap the towel on his hands to dry them. I look up at his face.
"Your mask is cracked. Let me fix it," I take Mr. Winters's mask off and see a new bloody scar on his cheek.
"You have a new scar!" Mr. Winters says nothing as he looks at me with a blank expression.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of you, love. I know just what you need," I walk over to the tub and run warm water.
"I think a nice warm bath should make you feel better, and get you all cleaned up from this horrible night. I know you've been through a lot, so I'm going to let you have your peace while you collect your thoughts. Afterward, I'll doctor your wounds," I turn the water off and hand Mr. Winters a towel.
I walk into the doorway, and Mr. Winters grabs my arm.
"Stay with me?" I smile.
"Of course, love," I walk Mr. Winters over to the tub.
I sit on the toilet lid while Mr. Winters takes off his shirt as I look at his carved sculptured muscles and his defined hip bones. He takes off his pants and underwear as I continue to drool over him. He steps into the water, and I shake my head, snapping out of drooling over him. I clear my throat.
"Do- do you need any help?" I hear Mr. Winters chuckle.
"I think your drooling over me is helping enough," I roll my eyes as he laughs.
I watch, knawing at my knuckles, with every glorious movement of his while he bathes.
"Do you want to join me, since your face is already wet from your drool?" I roll my eyes.
"I better go before I actually do join you," I stand up and kiss Mr. Winters. As he kisses me, he grabs my arm and slowly puts it into the water.
"Don't! I'm pregnant, remember?" I say as I pull my arm from the water. I hear Mr. Winters sigh.
"If you weren't pregnant, there's so many things I'd do to you in this water," I gulp and start blushing, thinking about all the possible things he'd do to me.
"I- I uh- I better get out of here," I pick up my jaw and walk out of the restroom. I take a breath, resting against the wall in the hallway.
I walk into our bedroom and lay out my clothes for the day. I start taking off my shirt, and I feel eyes looking at me. I look at the doorway at Mr. Winters's dripping wet body, only wrapped in a towel on his lower half. Butterflies pace in my stomach as he steps closer to me.
"Are you stealing my clothes?" Mr. Winters says as he stands next to my shoulder. My heart starts racing, trying not to look at his body.
"M- m- maybe. It's only until I get my clothes moved in," My hand shakes as I continue to lay out Mr. Winters's shirt. I see Mr. Winters grinning as he walks next to me to his closet.
"Oh, I had this made for you," Mr. Winters grabs a hanger from his closet, holding a paper-wrapped clothing.
"For me?" I smile at Mr. Winters as I grab the hanger and unwrap it.
"It's gorgeous!" I take the leather jacket off the hook and try it on.
"I had it custom-made for your size, so you can have a part of me while I'm gone," I jump onto him, hugging him, and smash my lips against his.
"Thank you, thank you!" I say as I keep kissing his face all over. I pick myself off of him and realize his wet chest got me wet.
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I know you don't like hugs," Mr. Winters wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close to him, looking into my eyes.
"I only like hugs from you," I feel myself start to blush. I kiss his lips and pull away slowly.
"How long do we have until you have to leave for your flight?"
"Fifteen minutes. What do you have in mind?" I lay my head on his chest.
"I have fifteen minutes left to be with you. You have my number, right? I hear him chuckle.
"Of course I do," I look Mr. Winters in the eyes.
"Good. Let me see your phone," I watch him go to his dresser and grab his phone. He hands it to me.
"Why do you want my phone?" I smile at him.
"You'll see. I'll be back," I hear Mr. Winters chuckle as I walk into the restroom.
I shut the restroom door and lock it. I switch his phone to timed camera mode and set it up on the counter, pointing at me. I remove my bra and underwear and press the button. As the time counts down I squish my boobs and thighs together to make them broad. The camera flashes. I can't believe I'm doing this.
I set the phone down low, angling it at me as I get on my knees. I press the button. As the timer counts down, I squish my thighs together, making them bulge, and lean my head and upper body back, making my boobs pop out. The camera flashes. That should do. I lock his phone. I put my lingerie back on and my pants back on.
I walk out of the restroom and into our bedroom, seeing him dressed, and buttoning his shirt. I give him his phone.
"When you're feeling low and alone in a hotel room, look at your photos, or feel free to FaceTime me, and I can show you more details," I kiss his lips and turn towards the bed to get as his expression is stunned.
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-End Of Chapter 40-
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