Chapter 98 – End Of The World

• “Just some bruises,” I whisper, gesturing towards my ribs and stomach. “Nothing worse.”
• Christian’s jaw clenches, hard, at the thought of what they could have done to me – the terrors to which men put women when they want to hurt them deeply. But Christian steels himself, reigning his emotions back in. “Come on,” he says, stepping closer again and wrapping an arm around my waist, tugging me down off the sink and pulling me close to his side. “Let’s feed you and get you a drink. Then you can shower and we’ll put you to bed. Okay?”
• I grin up at him, and nod, quite liking how carefully he’s taking care of me at the moment. Who would have thought it – the Mafia King, making quite a nice nursemaid.