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drew my own fist back and swung it into his face. As Inferno pushed the table out of the way, he threw another fist into my body. His face soon merged, to become that of my father’s. The clearer the image became, the harder my punches grew. Inferno did not ease up on his own punches either, and the tables around us soon cleared, giving way to our swaying bodies as we crashed into them.
    I do not know how long the fight lasted. All I can remember is feeling worse, than when I threw the first punch. Thanks to my training, Inferno was breathing heavy, his body having taken a firm battering.
    “Feeling better?”
    The taste of blood on my tongue, was proof enough that Inferno had got a fair few hard hits of his own. Did I feel better? Ignoring the hand reaching down to assist me. I heaved my body up and looked across the room to Inferno. The room is silent as everyone waits for my answer.
    “Yeah, I feel better.”
    “Nick.”
    Inferno never calls me by my given name and slowly I turn towards him.
    “You deserve the best.”
     

Chapter 4
     
    The buzzing of the phone, pulled me from my dreamless state, and so as not to disturb Amelia, who has crawled into my bed. I make a wild grab for the cell. Sure enough, it was Nick, who was calling round for a booty call. Well, not tonight. A silent sigh of relief, escapes my mouth when the cell finally stopped ringing. Only to turn to annoyance when it began again. A quick glance at Amelia, confirmed that she was still sleeping. Not wanting to disturb the sleeping child, I slipped out of bed, and turned towards the bathroom, to take the call.
    “Not tonight Nick.”
    “I’m in the garden. Come and join me.”
    “I mean it, Nick. Not tonight.”
    “I only want to talk.”
    Frustrated because he would not take no for an answer, I threw on, an oversize jumper and some red leggings, before joining Nick in the garden. Where I found him prowling under the gazebo. When he turned to face me. I gasped in surprise at the busted lip and black eye.
    “What happened?”
    “Fuck. I got into a fight with Inferno.”
    “Well, whoever she was. I trust she was worth it.”
    “Shit Ellie, Inferno’s a happily married man. But yeah, she was worth it.”
    Nick makes the statement so quietly, I have to strain my ears. When he pushes the hair out of my face, Nick lowers his head, and takes my bottom lip between his teeth, where he gently tugs on the flesh. When he finally releases my lip, Nick takes hold of my hand, and leads me to the bench at the back of the gazebo. As he pulls me on to his knee, he gently strokes my back, while his other hand lays on my thigh. Unsure what Nick is after, I clasped my hands together, withholding the urge to stroke his face. While at the same time, I study the pain in his caramel eyes. Eyes, which have turned almost black, due to whatever it was he was thinking about. For a while, we sat like this, neither one of us talking.
    Occasionally I’d look towards the house, waiting, expecting one of the children to make an appearance. It may have been a couple of years since their father died, but they still would wake up, crying for him.
    “Nick?”
    “Shush, sit back and relax a little. When was the last time you breathed in the air Ellie?”
    As a single parent of two excitable children, I rarely have time to breathe, never mind take time out to breathe the air. Due to the way Nick is pulling my body back against his, I am left with no choice, but to lean into his body. This was a big mistake. As my nose came into contact with the flesh of his neck, I take in a deep breath, and smell Nick. His musky cologne, drowns my senses. Tenderly, I place my hand over his heart and through the T-shirt and Cut, I can feel the heavy thud of his heart, as it beat against his chest.
    “Are you planning on sitting out here, all-night?”
    “Maybe.”
    For the first time, this evening I feel Nick’s smile against my forehead as he lays a kiss there. The rapid beat of his heart