Mine

Chapter Three: Sophia Hope

I had just gotten back from talking with Ember when I decided to spend the night with my boyfriend. I opened the door to his apartment. Immediately, my nostrils were flooded with the scent of tobacco and alcohol. The Danish male was sprawled across the couch, smoking a cigar. "Markell, I'm spending the night." It wasn't a question, I did this all the time to escape my family. Besides, he wouldn't miss a chance to have me in his bed. He sits up and turns his head towards me.

"Is something wrong, elsker? You're barely at your house anymore." Markell presses his cigar into the ash tray on the coffee table.

Yes. My mothers boyfriend beats me. But I'm not going to tell him that, so I lie. "No. It's just that my house doesn't have a sexy pastry boyfriend." I plop down on the couch net to him.

He frowns. "For the last time, I'm Danish, not a danish. And quit trying to flatter me."

"I'm not trying to flatter you. You really are sexy as hell." I turn around to give him a kiss, unintentionally straddling him.

"You're such a tease sometimes." Markell says as he gestures to our position.

Instead of speaking, I grab his tie and yank him into a kiss. He's stiff at first, but relaxes into it quickly. He nips at my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I refuse, causing him to growl. Markell bites my bottom lip harshly and I squeak, allowing him to shove his tongue into my mouth. His velvety lips moved against mine in slow and sloppy kiss, saliva dripping out from in between our mouths. My hands move up to play in his gravity defying hair.

Eventually, we have to break the kiss due to lack of air. We pull apart, breathing heavily. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Markell rests his forehead on mine. "Mine." He purrs sexily. "All mine."

"All yours." I agree.

The moment is ruined by a loud pounding on the door. "Help. . ." A quiet, feminine voice croaks.

Markell makes a pouty face when I climb off of his lap. I roll my eyes. "Don't look at me like that. We can have sex later."

"But we'll wake the neighbors up."

"And when they come to complain, you'll cut their heads off with your axe like you usually do."

I stride over to the door and turn the handle. Ember is leaning against the door frame, a knife handle protruding from her right shoulder. "Oh my God." Is all I can say.

"Please. . . h-help me." She whimpers. I watch her eyes roll back into her head as she passes out from blood loss. Ember begins to fall over, but I catch the unconscious girl before she can hit the floor.

"I could use some help from my muscly boyfriend." I shout over my shoulder to Markell.

He rolls his eyes but comes over and scoops her up. The Danish male lets out a low whistle when he sees her wound, which still has a knife in it. "Girl hasn't even been here 24 hours and she's already pissed Vargas off." He sets her down on the couch, the goes to get the first aid kit from the bathroom. I follow him.

"How did you know that she's new here?" I question him.

"I'm a leader of a gang, Sophia. I know these things." Markell starts to rummage through the medicine cabinet.

"You said that Vargas was the one that stabbed her. Could it be someone else?" I ask hopefully. I know from personal experience that Luciano is not someone you want to piss off.

He shakes his head. "The handle of the knife in her shoulder is made of fine Italian leather, and his brother Flávio is in Sicily with the mafia. Also, his initials are carved into it."

Well fuck. I guess I'll have to introduce her to the contract system when she wakes up.

It's seems Markell has found what he needs to patch Ember up. We head back to the living room with the supplies and Markell and I start to patch her up.

~ Time Skip brought to you by sexy Spain giving Romano a lap dance~

I had been watching Ember intently for the past three hours, hoping she would wake up soon. My eyes wandered over to clock that read 1:14 am, and Markell had long since gone to sleep. I heard blankets rustle and look back at Ember. Her navy blue eyes flutter open with a groan.

"Water." Is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. I nod and head to the kitchen and return with a cold glass of water. She chugs the whole thing in around six Mississippi seconds. She sniffs the air. "Your house smells like a bar."

"It's my boyfriends, I just stay over sometimes." Ha. Closer to all of the time. "How did you know I would be here?"

"You said when we first met you were pretty well known, so I asked around, and somebody pointed me here. Hey, you're in the know, right?"

"Umm...I guess."

"So, I got kidnaped by this German guy with purple eyes earlier, do you know who he is?"

Lutz. Why on earth would she want to learn about Lutz? Revenge, maybe? No, if she was going to get revenge, she would want it on whoever stabbed her. "Why would you want to know anything about Lutz?" I respond.

Ember shrugs. "I don't know. He's just kinda hot, is all."

A chuckle comes from the doorway. "Danke, kätzchen."

Translations:
Elsker- love in Danish
Danke, kätzchen- thank you, kitten in German

Translations made using Google Translate, sorry for any incorrectness