3. Ignacio
I pace the hallway outside Dr. Ranlen’s newly upgraded medical suite.
I’m practically coming out of my skin as we wait for news on Roman.
There was so much fucking blood, and despite the amount of times I’ve worked with Dr. Ranlen in surgeries, the terror rushing through me is so fucking unfamiliar. This? This is fucking hell. Not Roman…
I sink against the wall, my eyes desperately trained on the door. I wish to fuck I was in there, but Doc took one look at me and ordered me to wait out here. Even begging Dr. Ranlen did not get me anywhere.
“Hey, it’s going to be fine. Roman is strong.
” I glance over at Benjamin and give him a nod.
I can’t even choke any words out, though I’m surprised he’s standing next to me.
“Seriously, you’re freaking me out. Roman is too stubborn to be down for long.
Although, at least this way I may get to torture him… ”
That draws a short laugh from me as I shake my head. “Little Mouse, you’re already becoming friends with him. There’s no way you couldn’t fall for his charm.”
I swear I hear a snarl from down the hall, but I don’t pay any further attention. Hollis, Jude, and Tennant are gathered a few feet away from me, making it clear I’m not to be close to them. For some reason, that bothers me.
I want to make things easier on Roman, not more difficult. If I'm not accepted by his loves, I’ll only be hurting him. Sighing, I continue staring at the door, pushing those thoughts away.
“Give them a chance. Right now, they’re worried. And…I didn’t make things easy with Tennant. He’s a little biased.”
I clasp Benjamin’s shoulder, squeezing it in acknowledgment. I know he wants to make everything better, but I don’t think that’ll be possible.
“Really. All three of them are great, and…so is Roman. I guess. I mean, as long as you’re happy.”
I almost laugh at his cute scowl. It’s odd seeing the flash of jealousy on him, but I don’t take it for anything more than it is.
Benjamin has always been possessive of what he views as his, and even if he no longer wants me, it doesn’t mean he’s okay with me wanting anyone else.
I pat the top of his head, and he brushes me away, rolling his eyes as he smooths his hair back out.
“It’s fine, Little Mouse. They have no reason to trust me right now, but hopefully, they will eventually. Or, at the very least, we can have a truce so that Roman isn’t put in the middle. I know how much he loves them, and I respect that—and them. He wouldn’t love anyone who didn’t deserve it.”
“And I want them to see why you deserve it. I still love you. And Roman had better be nice to you, or I’ll deal with him. They may be hesitant to trust you, but I’m on your side. Always.”
Benjamin’s sweet words hit me in my heart. There’s pleasure to it, with a dash of pain. It’s a feeling I’m beginning to associate with him, and damn if I’m not masochistic enough to keep being pulled toward it.
“And don’t worry, I know Tennant will love you when he gets to know you.”
“Bullshit.” I laugh as both Tennant and I say it. I’m not surprised to see that he’s come closer and closer until he’s right beside Benjamin. As if he needs to steal him away from me. Fucker .
Benjamin puts his hands on his hips and glares at his love. “You need to give him a chance. He loves Roman. And he’s still a part of me, too.”
Tennant doesn’t say a word, just cocks his eyebrow. Benjamin huffs before turning back to me. I lean forward and kiss the top of his head. “Little Mouse, it’s fine. Maybe now isn’t the right time to think about it, alright?”
Tennant growls as he fists his hands. I roll my eyes at him.
Probably not the smartest thing to do with a psychopath, but fuck it.
I deal with Lio on a regular basis, and he’s a far scarier psychopath.
Still, I nudge Benjamin toward Tennant, who grabs him immediately.
I turn back to facing the door as Tennant quickly escapes with Benjamin. Whatever .
I fall back into my watching. Standing guard against the unknown. I battle against my desire to see my Little One, and facing Dr. Ranlen’s wrath if I go in early.
Fuck. How long will this take? All I want to do is touch him, to reassure myself that he’s alive. And then I want to stand by his side as we cut a bloody path through our enemies…
They dared to touch what’s mine. Fuckers. At least, I’ll get to see my Little One in action. Fuck knows he’s hot as hell when he’s gleefully killing others. I smile grimly as I imagine it—and how I'll take him afterward. Who knew I had a kink for that?
Groaning, I try to ignore my hard-on, and the four men chatting quietly further away. The only thing that matters right now is Roman. Vengeance and sex will come later.