6 comments/ 15366 views/ 12 favorites My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 01 By: creativetalent Nicholas leaned against the railing and studied the beautiful girl standing beside him. Her orange ankle length dress shone in the night light. Her hair was knotted into a French bun, emphasizing her slender neck. She wore a strand of pearls and they matched the color of her skin. But she seemed to be lost in her thoughts and he knew that she hadn't noticed his presence. He cleared his throat before asking, 'Hey, are you alright?' The husky, bedroom voice forced Fiona to raise her head and turn towards the guy standing beside her. Jet black eyes were staring at her, waiting for an answer. How many days had it been since someone had asked her if she was alright? Her hands shook as she felt the guy's gaze run over her body. She cradled the glass of champagne carefully and responded nonchalantly. 'Fine,' she replied back sharply and looked away, not wanting to answer the stranger's questions. The garden looked beautiful in the moonlight. Lisa had converted the backyard into a wonderful place. Flowers bloomed and the light night breeze carried the sweet scent of the roses. She wanted to climb down the couple of steps and spend some time amidst the colorful flowers. She wanted to forget how colorless her own life had become ... 'Are you new to Boston?' he asked, studying her face carefully. She looked familiar but he couldn't remember where he had met her. Her green eyes were dull and lacked the shine. The scar on her forehead wasn't ghastly, just a thin line indicating some unfortunate accident. Her high cheekbones and dimpled chin only enhanced her features. Her lips looked full and were devoid of any kind of lipstick. She was biting her lower lip, wanting him to tug it free. Finally releasing her swollen lip, she turned towards him, her eyes dark with anger. 'Listen mister, whoever you are,' she said, pointing her finger towards him, 'I want you to leave me alone.' Nicholas was taken aback by her statement and before he could even form a reply, she had stomped off. Her voice wasn't loud but the message was clear. He was still looking at her retreating figure, walking into the house, when he heard someone clear their throat. He turned his face only to find the host of the evening and his best friend for 20 years, Matthew... 'Someone seems to be angry,' remarked Matthew as he jerked his head towards Fiona who was now sitting on a couch in the living room, her face devoid of any emotion. 'Who is she?' asked Nicholas as he looked at Matthew, genuine interest evident in his eyes. 'Don't tell me you didn't recognize her,' said Matthew, looking surprised at Nicholas's question. Nicholas shrugged his shoulders and thought about the girl. He tried to think about all the women that he had met but she didn't resemble anyone. Or maybe she did. He turned towards Matthew with a blank expression, making Matthew give him a "Come on, man!" expression. 'Really, Nick ... Since when did you become so thick in the head?' asked Matthew as he studied his best friend. 'Remember Lisa's bridesmaid?' Fiona? But she was the most spirited girl he had ever come across in his life. Surely the girl whom he had met a few minutes back wasn't the cheerful, bubbly and fun-loving girl he had met at Matthew's wedding. Hell! Fiona always used to smile, make fun of him and most importantly, make him go crazy over her. But the girl he had met a few minutes back ... She had hardly spoken to him. 'That can't be Fiona, Matt,' said Nick, his tone surprised. 'What happened to Fiona?' 'Didn't you get her wedding invitation?' asked Matt, looking at his friend, who still seemed to be in a state of shock. 'What wedding invitation are you talking about?' asked Nick. 'I didn't get any kind of invitation, Matt. I didn't even know that she was getting married or ...,' he looked at Fiona who kept looking at the people around her, looking lost and sad ... 'is she still married?' he asked as he turned his gaze towards Matt, praying and hoping that she wasn't. He knew that it made him look like a bastard but ... 'We are glad that she isn't,' replied Matt, his voice heavy with emotion. 'It's been two weeks since her divorce got final.' 'What happened?' asked Nick, wanting to know what went wrong. 'Just because I am not here, doesn't mean that you guys hide things from me.' 'Nick, you were busy in New York and we didn't want to ... Fiona ... She didn't want us to tell you or anybody anything.' 'But why?' asked Nick as he kept looking at the beautiful girl sitting alone in the living room. 'I don't know, buddy. Fiona used to live in Connecticut after her marriage. She came back to Boston three months ago. Lisa knew what was wrong. But the girls refused to tell me anything. You know how they are,' said Matt, searching for words, 'the thickest and bestest of friends. She stayed with us for two months. I helped her file her divorce. She found a job here and lives in a condo, down the street.' 'What was the reason for the divorce?' asked Nick, knowing that whatever the answer was, it wasn't a good one, because no guy in his right mind would have let her go. 'It was a divorce of mutual consent so I really didn't know what actually happened. I tried to ask Lisa but she is tight-lipped about the entire thing.' 'Fiona is such a sweet girl, Matt. What could have gone wrong?' asked Nick as he looked at the moonlight shining over the garden. Matthew shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. He caught someone wave towards him from the corner of his eye. 'I gotta go, Nick. I will catch you later,' he said with a pat and walked away. He glanced towards the couch only to find it empty. Where had she gone? He walked into the living room. She was nowhere to be seen. He walked into the kitchen searching for her, only to find Lisa arranging the plates. 'Hey Lisa, need some help?' asked Nick as he stood against the counter. 'No, it's almost done,' replied Lisa as she transferred the food to the last plate. 'Are you having fun?' asked Lisa as she wiped her hands on a napkin. 'Am I your friend, Lisa?' asked Nick as he looked at her gravely. 'Of course, you are, Nick. Why? What happened?' asked Lisa, raising her eyebrows. 'What happened to Fiona? Why didn't you tell me anything?' 'Tell you about what?' asked Lisa as he looked at Nicholas, blankly. 'Her marriage and divorce? What happened to the sweet, bubbly girl whom I met at your wedding?' he asked, trying to hang onto his temper. 'Her marriage wasn't a good one, Nick. And she didn't want anybody to know about her plight. She knew how you felt about her,' confessed Lisa and looked away. 'Where is she?' asked Nick as he looked at Lisa intently, 'I didn't find her anywhere.' 'She might be in the coatroom. She wanted to leave,' replied Lisa and started carrying the plates towards the dining area. 'So early?' he asked as he helped Lisa with the plates, 'It's just been an hour since the party started,' he said, glancing towards the clock. 'Fiona didn't even want to come, Nick. I had to coax her to stay for the first hour,' replied Lisa wryly. 'I gotta go, Lisa. I am sorry but I can't see her destroy herself,' said Nick as he ran a hand through his hair. 'I understand, Nick. Be nice to her. She needs it more than anybody else,' said Lisa, earnestly as she gave him a small wave. 'I will,' said Nick and walked off towards the coatroom. My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 01 'He used to taunt me, tell me every single day that I wasn't good enough for him. That I was one stupid girl with whom he was stuck with for the rest of his life. One day, I thought enough was enough and tried to get away. But ... but he found me and whipped me till the crop gave way. He locked me up in a room. I was hungry and thirsty for days together. After a couple of days, he brought me out and offered me food and water. As soon as I ate, he asked me to pack my bags and leave. When I asked him why, he threw me out and asked me to get the hell away. I didn't have anyone, except Lisa. So, I drove all the way to Boston and reached their house and ...,' she couldn't speak further as the sobs racked through her body. 'God! Why didn't you complain or file a police report, Fi? I never thought you were such a coward.' 'Do you think that he would have allowed me to get out? I was within his sight and reach every single second. He used to lock the house and go whenever he left. I was nothing but a slave for him. Now, when I look back all I can say is that it was my fault. I was such a moron ...' 'Don't say that, Fiona. He was a psycho and it was his fault, not yours. You are still the same old Fiona because you are now here, leading your life without his help and that's all that should matter to you,' said Nick as he stroked her back, his tone soothing and understanding. 'The best part is he agreed for the divorce without much of a farce,' she said on a snort. 'Now that you know everything, are you happy?' she asked as she looked at him with a tear-stained face. 'I am not happy, Fi. I never will be. Knowing that bastard did all this to you ... It makes my blood boil. I am so sorry, baby,' whispered Nick as he held her close and allowed her to cry her heart out. 'Cry and get it out of your system, Fi. I am gonna be here all night,' he said, running his fingers across her arms and dropping soft kisses over her forehead. 'Where were you, Nick? I needed you so damn much. Why did you leave me alone? Why?' she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. 'I still need you ...'whispered Fiona, as she dropped a kiss on his cheek. 'I won't leave you anymore, baby. I promise,' said Nick, pulling her close and hugging her fragile body. 'Stay with me. Don't let me sleep alone,' murmured Fiona as she leaned on Nick's shoulder and gripped his shirt with all her might. 'Come on Fi, let me put you to bed,' he said and carried her into the other room, which he guessed was her bedroom and placed her on the bed. Her fingers still gripped his shirt. He gently loosened his fingers and tried to move away when she held onto his hand and mumbled, 'you promised, Nick.' Seeing that he had no other go, Nick climbed into the bed and slept beside her. After a few seconds, Fiona turned towards him and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close. She looked tiny and vulnerable in her sleep. It pained him as he remembered her horrid past. How could any guy hate such a wonderful girl? He stroked her face and kissed the scar on her forehead. It was a good thing that Robert was no longer in Fiona's life because Nick wouldn't have allowed that SOB to live. From now on, he would make sure that Fi realized what an amazing woman she was. It hurt him to see her broken and sad. If only he had taken a chance... If only he had told her how he felt about her ... My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 01 'Not so soon,' he said and clutched a fistful of her silky hair. 'Don't shorten your hair,' he said. 'Fine,' she said and ran a finger over his soft lower lip. 'Anything else, Sir?' she asked. 'Lots of kisses and hugs which will last till the evening,' he said as he brushed his nose against hers. 'And?' she asked further, relishing the wonderful sensation of being so close with him. Before she could protest, Nick drew back the covers a little and kissed a path from her collarbone to the upper curve of her breast. She knew the moment his lips stilled that he had seen them. She looked away not wanting to meet his gaze. 'He did this to you?' His fingertips traced over the ugly burns on the side of her breasts, then down to the faint stripes of scars on her stomach. She wanted to turn away, to turn her back on him, but the ones on her back were worse. 'I am sorry, Nicholas. I know I should have told you about them. But ...' Nick silenced her with a kiss and whispered, 'Now, I understand why you were worried last night. You think that these stupid little things will keep me away?' 'Don't you see, dammit, I cannot be the woman you deserve,' said Fiona, her voice loud and harsh. 'Say that once again and I will make you pay for it,' he warned tired of her stupid justifications. 'What will you do, huh? Hurt me? Do whatever you want to, Nicholas. But I am not the one for you,' she said and looked at him challengingly. Before she could even process, Nick had pulled back the covers completely, leaving her completely naked to his gaze. She shivered slightly under his dark, brooding gaze. There were ugly, knotted scars on her right shin. The round shiny marks on her breasts suggested cigarette burns. All the marks were white, so nothing had occurred within the last few months. There were more scars across her navel, which mostly looked like cuts. He stroked down her thighs, her calves. He moved up, stopping at her right shin and knotted scars there, the uneven bone beneath the skin. 'What did this?' he asked, his voice a whisper. 'Cast-iron skillet.' Did he growl? He worked his way up, his stroke so light she barely felt it, and yet her skin grew so sensitive she was aware of the heat from his fingers before he even touched her. His touch found the scars on her hip, the burns on her breasts and the silver line on her forehead. 'Sugar, you are a mess,' he murmured. His voice didn't ooze sympathy, just stated a fact. He lowered his head and traced each of her scars with his tongue. Her nipples were growing taut, anticipating his each move. He reached her nipples and sucked at them lightly, making her clutch the bed sheet. He kissed each and every one of her scars, telling her in his own way that they didn't bother him. By the time he reached her thighs, she was shivering like a leaf. He moved up and blanketed her body with his, kissing her brows. The tears that flowed alarmed him and he rolled onto her back, taking her into his side. 'Did I hurt you?' he asked as he pulled her on top of his body. She sniffled and shook her head. Nick stroked her hair, whispering sweet nothings and dropping kisses on her face from time-to-time. She relaxed under his care and affection. She raised her head and kissed his lips before speaking. 'I love you, Nick,' she said, unable to say anything other than that. 'Don't let me go.' She heard Nick's sigh of relief and then his voice calmed her down. 'I am not letting you go, baby. I am not gonna rush you into anything. Take your time. You can talk to me whenever and about whatever you want to. Okay, Fi?' 'Thank you and it is more than okay,' she said running her fingers through his tousled hair. 'I know many girls might have already told you but you are the best guy, Mr. Nicholas Madison.' 'Err ... Thanks, sweetie,' whispered Nick as he caught her palm and pressed a kiss. 'But no girl has ever said that to me,' he admitted sheepishly. 'No girl, huh?' exclaimed an astonished Fiona. 'I bet all the girls were either blind or maybe you were too bad to them.' 'Maybe ...,' said Nick as he drew Fiona close and kissed her lips. 'I don't wanna go but you have to go to work, Fi. So, I will see you in the evening.' With that he got up and pulled Fiona to her feet and wrapped a blanket around her and pushed her towards the bathroom. With a final wave he collected his shirt and walked out of the room. My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 02 'Is this Mrs. Fiona Trucker?' asked a strong male voice. Hearing someone refer her by Robert's surname made her hate herself. She wanted to lash out at the caller, but maybe the man didn't know that they were divorced. 'No. This is Miss Fiona Kahler. Mr. Trucker and I got divorced a few months back. Who is this?' she asked as she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. 'Ma'am, this is Officer Reynolds. I am sorry to inform you but Mr. Trucker has been in an accident. We found your business card in his wallet.' 'Accident? Is he alright?' asked Fiona and thought about what the man had said. What business card was he talking about? She hadn't given Robert any card. Her chain of thoughts was broken by the voice from the other end. 'His pulse is strong. But we are shifting him to the nearest hospital. If you could inform his family members ...' 'I am sorry, officer. But Robert has no immediate family. And I don't have the contact details of any of his friends,' said Fiona cutting short the officer's request. 'Ma'am, in that case, you could complete the formalities. I am sure that it wouldn't be much of a trouble.' 'No, officer,' she said firmly, uninterested in dealing with Robert ever again. 'I am busy right now and I don't think Mr. Trucker would like my presence.' She heard a man's laugh from the other end and some shuffling sound. And then it happened. 'Hello Bitch. Seems like you have found someone to warm your bed,' the voice from the other end snickered, making the blood drain from her face. No! This couldn't happen she thought frantically as she looked around the room helplessly. He was supposed to be out of her life. It was all over. The laughter at the other end jolted her thoughts. 'I am still here, my bitch. How's the new guy?' 'Was that a prank? How dare you?' she asked her voice loud and clear. 'I am having fun, slut. You do know what turns me on, don't you?' he grunted and then howled, making her remember the horrific days, when he used to howl in the same way after he had his share of fun with her body. 'Why ... Why are you calling me?' she asked, hoping her tone carried the right amount of indignation. 'I miss your body, Fiona. I miss the screams and my marks of possession,' said Robert's voice and she distinctly heard the swish of a whip. 'Leave me alone. I am not yours anymore,' she said bravely, holding onto the phone tightly. 'You will always be mine, bitch. Mine to own and please,' he said and gave out a loud growl. 'Did you show him your scars? Or are you still hiding them?' 'You can't hurt me again, asshole. You cannot,' she screamed more to herself that to him. 'Confident, aren't you?' he asked and his steel like voice sent a chill down her spine. 'If I were you, I wouldn't be sleeping tonight.' 'Fuck off, bastard,' she said and slammed the phone shut. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart. He can't hurt you. Not anymore. She had pushed the incident to the back of her mind and was immersed in her new life until Nick returned back from his business trip. Nick was at her home and they were sharing a pizza. He was narrating an incident that had taken place during the meeting in New York. Fiona tried to listen because it was a funny story, but she kept looking across the table at Nick and thinking about how much she appreciated him, how thankful she was to be with him now. In the middle of his story, she stood up and crawled into his lap. 'Baby?' Nick brushed back her hair. 'What is it?' 'Nothing. I just missed you. I love you so much.' But he knew her better than that. He tilted her chin up and gazed into his eyes. 'What happened, doll? Are you having problems with work? You can quit any day. I told you I wouldn't mind ...' 'Robert called here, the day you left.' She saw the flare of alarm in his eyes turn to anger and then concern. 'How did he know to find you here?' 'He knows that I am in Boston and everyone at work knows where I live.' 'So, where's he now? Give me that damn phone,' he muttered and tried to process whatever she had said. Fiona went to grab her phone, then returned and let him pull her back into his lap. Nick clicked to the caller ID display to find the number. 'What did he say? Tell me the whole conversation.' Fiona related as much of it as she could remember, emphasizing the part where she had told him to fuck off at the end. Nick messed with some more buttons on the phone. 'Okay, I have blocked the calls from any unknown number. But listen, if he ever contacts you -- here or anywhere -- I want you to call me immediately.' He kissed her forehead, then both her eyes before clasping her to his chest. 'You worried about this for the past couple of days, didn't you?' 'I just can't believe he called here and played that prank. It was horrible to hear his voice after all this time.' 'He's never going to be part of your life again. You know that.' Fiona nodded, soothed by the deep rumble of his voice against her ear. 'And even if you ran into him, you are not his wife. You owe him nothing, not even acknowledgement. You are mine now and my girl is brave, isn't she?' 'Yes, she is and I know.' 'Not that I worry about that. He is not stupid.' Fiona suppressed a shudder. 'No, not Robert.' 'He is not going to try to win you back. I should hope not.' No, thought Fiona. He wouldn't try to win her back. He wouldn't do it that way. My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 02 'But I want to ...' 'I know, Fi. But I want this more,' he said, flipping her onto her back, back, nestling between her legs. He grasped for control. He didn't want to hurt her, even though some primal instinct made him want to thrust wildly inside, possess her as his own. He held back, entering her one inch, then another, then another. As much as he wanted to impale her recklessly, he also wanted to enjoy every moment of their joining, draw it out. Her hands tightened around his neck and he pulled them away, pinning them to the bed. 'Be a good girl. You will get what you want.' 'Oh God!' She squirmed as he drove deeper in a slow, deliberate movement. 'You like that? You like the feel of my hard cock filling you up, don't you?' Her low whimper registered in his balls before it registered in his brain. He withdrew and pressed forward again, gritting his teeth against the hot pleasure of her walls clenching his dick. 'Jesus, Fiona.' He tightened his grasp on her arms and pressed his forehead to hers. Her hands squeezed his as he held her down, entering her again and again in a rhythm as old as time. Her hips arched and seemed to cradle him perfectly. The love which they saw in each other's eyes held both of them like a magic spell. Sex magic. Dark, pure ritual came to life to electrify them both. Each time he sank inside her again she shuddered and made sounds that made him feel wholly powerful and male. Her hands clenched and unclenched in his grip. 'Fiona...' he groaned on a long breath. 'Nick!' Her cry was high and frantic. 'I can't ... I can't take this ...' 'What? What's wrong, Fi?' 'It's too much...' She shook her head against his cheek, trembling against him. 'It feels too good. Every time you move in me...' Nick stroked her hair back and then twisted it in his fist with an intensity of feeling that came over him like a surprise. She was shaking. Her lips opened, wanting him. He kissed her deep, and each time he thrust in her she gasped into his mouth. Her pussy gripped him so tight that he almost lost his mind. Just when he thought he couldn't hold on another second, he felt her begin to tremble. 'Oh...oh,' she cried. 'Please. Please...' He bit her lip and drove deeper, harder. Her limbs shook and she tensed her breath irregular and fast. One hand still held her arms pinned above while the other held her thigh hard, held her open as he sank into her, possessing her, branding her as his own. 'Yes, come on. I want to feel it.' She came unwound in his arms, struggling against him, caught in the throes of her orgasm. He held her down and felt his own essence, his entire being empty into her. She wrapped her legs around him and milked him until he was drained. He collapsed on top of her, never wanting to move. His breathless gasps tickled the hair that lay loose on her shoulder. He rolled with her onto his side so he wouldn't crush her, but he didn't withdraw from her. Not yet. He wanted to stay joined with her another moment, just one more moment. She, too, seemed unwilling to pull away. He felt her chest rise and fall against his. She was so small, so feminine. 'Am I dead?' she asked, a little out of breath. 'You should be arrested.' 'I don't think you are dead,' he chuckled and moved, pushing himself a little deeper into her. 'I don't think dead people can feel that.' 'I am tired, Nick,' she admitted in a low tone, not wanting to spoil his mood. Maybe he wanted to again make love to her. Would he be upset if she didn't want to continue? Nick's voice made her realize how foolish her worries had been. 'I know, sweetie,' he whispered and cupped her breast. 'Are you comfortable?' Curled safely in his arms, Fiona was far more than comfortable. But she was too tired and sleepy to even reply back. She just sighed and drifted off to sleep. My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 02 'Do your best, sugar,' he whispered and pulled her close. She landed with a thud against his chest. His hand tightened on her waist and she raised her face and looked into his eyes, which were dark with desire. 'Stop looking at me like that,' she said and tried to pull out of his hold. 'Shh... Stay,' he said softly and cupped her face. 'I love you, Fiona. I am sorry but I can't control the way I look at you.' 'I need to ask you something,' she said pulling back. 'I hope you don't mind.' Nick asked her to go on and Fiona walked a few steps back. She looked at the jet black eyes which looked at her fondly. Gathering all the courage and confidence that she needed, she got down on her knee and cleared her throat. The entire room grew silent as if a bomb was dropped. 'The first time when I met you at my best friend's wedding, you had swept me off my feet. And you have been doing it every time you look at me. It's been close to three months since we have been together. Life in these three months has been nothing short of a fairy tale. Some might say that it's too early. But I know that there isn't any another guy who can love me like you do. And I love you with everything that I have. You are and you always will be my angel, who added a new color to my life. I know that this is weird and doesn't happen much. But, here it is... Mr. Nicholas Madison, will you marry me and allow me to be Mrs. Fiona Nicholas Madison?' She looked at him expectantly. His eyes shone with love and within a few seconds, he covered the distance between them and had her in his arms. 'Yes, I will marry you,' he answered aloud making everyone in the room applaud and congratulate the couple. My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 03 'What happened?' Frowning, Matt walked into Fiona's apartment. 'And give me more than "He took Fiona!".' Seated at the kitchen table, Nick glanced up, a moment's relief running through him. 'I had been to the store to buy a necklace for her. When I got back here, the door was open. Her car was still in the lot. Her purse and cell phone were all here on the table. Blood there.' He nodded at the stain on the carpet. Matt touched the blood. 'Still wet.' He glanced around. 'This looks bad.' 'Yeah. How the hell do we find her?' Nick scrubbed his face with his hands. 'So, is her ex still in Connecticut?' asked Matt. 'I guess so. To get back there, he will have to drive or fly. Either way, he will probably use his credit card.' 'Do you remember her ex-husband's last name?' Matt walked around the room, checking the chest of drawers. 'She said Trucker. He had called her 2-3 weeks back.' Nick tapped his finger on the table and then grabbed the cell phone lying on the table. He went on to explain all that had been happening over the past few weeks. The call, the incident at the parking lot... Matt was already on his cell phone. 'This is Matthew. I need to know any credit card activity for a Robert Trucker. Especially in the last day or so and especially in Boston. I will explain later, but I need it stat.' He listened, and then snapped, 'I will wait.' Nick raised his eyebrows. Matt gave him a faint smile. 'I have some connections. They might be more efficient than the cops.' Nick paced across the apartment. Stopped and looked down at the blood stains. His gut twisted. 'They did better work fast.' My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 03 Nick took out his wallet and fished out a card. The cop glanced at it. 'Queen Computers? You work in the office where our systems come from?' Nick nodded. The cop studied Nick for a minute. 'I heard that you are a Karate black belt? Like your buddy, Matthew.' Nick nodded again. 'No wonder. Nice work,' the cop said. 'And you didn't hear me say that. I will be in contact if I have more questions.' He walked out, shaking his head. 'Questions. They always have questions, always need more evidence.' The doctor scowled and raised his voice. 'Margaret, bring me the camera.' The nurse popped in a second later. 'Stay here as a witness, Margaret,' he said. 'Let's go ahead and document this clearly, just in case there's any question down the road.' The doctor's face was grim. He snapped pictures of Fiona's back, then taped up the whip marks and sewed up the ones too deep to butterfly or glue shut. More pictures on her front, and he sewed up the slice across her stomach. His exam was thorough, and he took a picture of every scar, from her hands down to her leg. Through it all, Nick sat quietly, holding her hand, and murmuring when something hurt. As the doctor wrapped her wrists with gauze, Matthew walked into the cubicle. 'What is this, Grand Central Station?' the doctor snapped. 'Who the hell are you?' Fiona actually giggled. 'It's all right. He's the other one who saved me.' 'Well, fine then,' the doctor grumbled. He shook hands with Matt, then grinned and looked from him to Nick. 'Good job, guys, and I don't care who hears me say it.' Nick barked a laugh. 'Now then, I am releasing you. Come back here or see your doctor if there's any sign of infection. I will give you a prescription for pain...' 'I don't want one,' she interrupted. 'I won't take them.' 'Ah. All right.' He rubbed his chin. 'Tylenol or ibuprofen. Avoid aspirin for a couple of days. The nurse will be in to get you unhooked from the IV and give you instructions about the stitches.' Shooed out by the nurse, the men waited in the parking lot for her. When the nurse wheeled her out, they helped her into Nick's car. 'Are you all right, Fiona?' Matt asked as he took the seat belt from her and fastened it. Her friend count was low, she thought but Matt and Lisa never made her feel so. She smiled at him. 'I am very much all right. I feel like I have been caught in a blackberry tangle, and someone just cut me free.' Her eyes filled with tears as she whispered, 'Thank you so much.' He actually grinned. 'No problem, although Nick had all the fun. Now go home and work on healing.' He patted her shoulder. 'You can expect to see Lisa soon.' As the car started, he glanced at Nick. 'Are you taking her to our apartment or...' 'She will be at her house,' Nick said flatly. 'I will look after her.' 'Excellent.' Matt nodded and closed her door. 'Nick...' Fiona started. He shouldn't have to take care of her. 'I can go to Lisa's ...' 'Don't bother to argue. We are both going to have nightmares. You will be in my bed and in my arms when that happens.' Nightmares. He was going to have nightmares? Oh, God, he had killed a man for her. She took his hand. 'You killed him. I am sorry, so, so sorry.' He looked at her blankly before snorting. 'I don't have nightmares from killing cockroaches, sugar. But knowing he had you...hearing you scream...seeing you all bloody? Now that's going to bother me for a long time. And you are going to have to stay with me till it doesn't.' 'All right.' She couldn't think of anywhere else she would rather be. It seemed wrong to hope he would have nightmares for at least three or four days, but... He put the car into gear. 'I figure in a year or two, I might be okay.' My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 03 'Yes, Sir. It is clear,' she said and flashed a smile. 'Thank you for everything, lover. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.' 'Shh... Stop thanking me, Fi,' said Nick as he cupped her face and dropped a kiss on her forehead. 'I want you to be happy. And if you are not happy with anything, you are going to tell me ASAP.' Fiona shrugged her shoulders and pushed towards the bed. Once he had settled down, she snuggled into his side and looped her arms around him. 'You are the best, Nick. And what do you want me to complain about?' she asked, dropping a kiss on his chest. 'In fact, you can complain about me not buying anything for you.' 'Come on, you really don't mean that, do you?' he asked, looking at her intently. 'Whatever you do for me is more than enough, Fi. I just want you to love me... which you already do. I would complain when you stop loving me and stop giving me those sweet little kisses,' he said, stroking her face. 'I am never going to do that. But I do have a request,' she said, looking into his eyes. 'Anything, sweetie,' he said and cupped her face. 'What is it?' he asked, gently stroking her hair. 'Please never ever stop loving me,' she whispered and hugged him. 'I promise, doll. Anything else?' he asked, idly running his fingers across her back, careful not to touch the healing skin. 'No, that's it, Nick. I love you,' she said and settled down, laying her head against his shoulder. 'I love you too, angel. My sweet little angel...' he answered, holding his most precious thing close to his heart.