Elodie Hart;
"Tasting her is like heaven. But Harlow isn't heaven. Nor is she hell; Harlow is the f*cking devil herself, with her sharp intimidation and her cruel way of things, but she tastes nothing like it. She tastes of sweetness and determinati...
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I had my wound checked out again this morning. I knew what the doctor would say on behalf of it and how I've been caring for it, because truth is, I haven't.
I'm way too busy to take care of something as dense as a wound to my shoulder. I've had shot wounds before, and I hardly ever listen to the right instructions to make sure it heals nice and fast. This time, I was told to rest. Rest and not move about much, so that nothing affects the wound even more. But I can't do that.
Too many things I need to take care of are on my mind, much more important things than this.
I left the room shortly after I came in, pulling an argument with the doctor with my stubbornness. Before I left, he patched up the wound with a clean and fresh bandage, yet again reminding me to at least try and relax and quit moving so much.
I've dealt with wounds like this just fine to know that It'll heal anyways, sooner or later.
Onto the more important things on my mind right now, I need to do something about her. Its only been two days since the nightclub, and I haven't yet seen her around. Nor has she come to talk to me either.
I can't get enough of her. Definitely not after that night. I want to touch her every free second I can fucking get. Her perfect body and the sweet sounds she makes when I'm pleasuring her, aren't enough for once a week.
She's too shy and nervous to come and ask for more. She'll leave it up to me to find a time and place for her, though I know if she could, she would've come to me sooner.
Unfortunately, there's too many things I have to do before I can get to dealing with her.
I have a shipment coming in with ammunition and some weapons to replace some older and damaged ones already in my posession, meaning I'll have to take care of that. My men will be the ones going out to collect the shipment and taking it to the right place, but arrangements need to be made in order to do that. Another plus, is that I've been needing to start taking a look at and keeping my own tabs on Luciano's whereabouts.
To be more precise with how we carry out things by the end of the month, I've already looked through some locations and footage of Luciano, to try and pinpoint any interactions he made. For every single one I've found as far as I am through my research, I have sent my team the people they need to find out about.
Anything about anyone could be useful.
Straight after the check up downstairs, I took the lift up to the main offices and I've sat up there with the others for a while, before I returned back to my own office. I noticed it had already been cleaned by the time I got back, however everything is always usually clean aside from my desk. Normally, I have stacks of papers covering it, with additional files and other lesser important things I have yet to look over. Like today.
I have things to sign and files to read over, that aren't just about Luciano.
Though most importantly, this month is about Luciano. Because by the end of it, if we calculate everything right and get him cornered without enough of his own security to protect him, then that motherfucker could be dead soon.
