In the Tiger’s Obsession Series
Books in this series
Tiger’s Obsession, book#1
Robbed virginity, book#2
Ardent affection, book#3
Forced penitence, book#4
Renascent soul, book#5
Infinite Apex, book#6
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Sometimes we need to be reborn, we need a renascent soul.
How the heart of Larsson Tiger is protected by a stone barrier! He really needs to have a 'Renascent Soul'...
Emily, Renascent Soul.
I did not imagine that the destination could surprise me again and again in such a short time. However, I also didn't think he could bring back to my life, all the good and bitter memories of my past.
My past which, a part of it, I tried and I try to forget, but he's so stubborn and insists to invade my thoughts when I risk thinking about good, beautiful and unforgettable things.
Fate did it again; it brought to my life in the same way, the person I tried to get away from, for a long period of my existence.
I've always tried to be Emily, which existed before the goddamn collecting of a debt from my uncle.
So I ask myself again.
Fate rules my life? Or is it me that cannot dribble it with an armor to prevent all things or bad people try to cross my path for the second or third time?
What do you think of this?
Friday at dawn
The traffic is calm. There are few cars circulating through the quiet roads which are partially illuminated by thousands of lamps in their posts. However, no light is able to overcome the darkness of the night. The immense dark sky over everything in a city or a country is able to faithfully seem infinite in the eyes of who gets carried away by a beautiful place, full of stars and clouds wandering from side to side.
Along the way, in the middle of the road, there is a black car, specifically a last generation Opala, moving at high speed. The driver of the vehicle seem excited, the adrenaline travels throughout his body, as he holds a bottle of imported whiskey, called 'The Dalmore'.
This same man, in his early thirties, is wearing dark jeans. A 'black overcoat', which is open in the front. He has no shirt underneath. His defined thorax is exposed.
In his neck is a gold chain with a pendant of a tiger.
His completely green and glowing eyes find some headlights of some cars coming in the opposite direction to him, on a track to his left.
He smiles at the lights. His drunkenness makes him malleable and cheerful to any movement. The skin of his face and chest is humid with his own sweat.
Wow! He really sweats right now!
He seems to be burning in a furnace with thousands of glowing embers.
Ahead, the traffic light, from yellow turns into red.
The driver of the black opala is still pressing his foot on the accelerator. He does not care about traffic rules. His drunken mind does not allow him to do that.
However, his lips close, his cheerful smile fades from his lips in the time he looks at the windshield and sees a woman with black and loose hair that falls below her shoulders. She is adorned with a beautiful dress printed with tiger. He recognizes that physiognomy and exclaims highly in his direction.
His sharp voice asks with difficulty and he takes another dose of his whiskey contained in its transparent bottle with a dark red liquid.
After his name calling, his eyes round off more. He drops the bottle of whiskey and it fells on the carpet of his car. It is almost empty. His owner had consumed alone, 90% of all the alcohol.
His body is on fire, he feels an adrenaline rush, an uneasiness, an astounding excitement.
In a few moments, everything seems to revolve in front of him. The movements of his vision become troubled, accelerated.
He can barely see clearly what is going on around, behind and in front of him.
The same man only raises his arm and puts his right fist in the direction of his eyes, therefore, protecting himself from something. Perhaps his own fear.
He only sees a giant truck in front of him.
The four wheels of his black car slide through the dark lane. At this very second there is an explosion of noises. Shattered glass. A crash has just occurred.
More than half an hour later, there is the din of sirens of a car of the fire department.
Hurrying toward the accident on the road.
Three days later...
Seven am, I get to the public hospital for my 24 hour duty. At that moment I walk quickly down the hall. Adjusting my hair in a bun made hastily, at the top of the head. I am tidied in a fair and white dress. On my right shoulder I bring a huge bag with several belongings brought from home, such as a bath towel, a pajama and some snacks for the rest of the duty.
Good morning, Emily!
Some professional colleagues exclaim as they pass me down the hospital corridor.
I answer every time.
I move on and stop in the anteroom of the male orthopedics area. There are some nurses leaving their duty and other starting.
I open my bag, take out my white coat and put it on, then, I put a disposable cap on my head and disposable gloves in my hands.
Finally I walk into the main room of male orthopedics. Three nurses are starting their work as well. The head nurse arrives soon after and addresses me first.
Good morning Emily!
Good morning, Madam Abigail!
She is a woman with gray hair. Blue eyes and pale skin.
-There is a new patient in the ward of orthopedics. He suffered a car accident three days ago. His case is severe. Maybe he becomes paralytic!
Another nurse gets in the subject.
I look at the nurse's face and stay silent. She keeps telling me.
-His car collided with a truck. It seems that he was completely drunk. There was a bottle of imported whiskey in his vehicle.
I shrug and shift my gaze to the side.
-Whiskey ruined his life!
I muttered, thinking that this can involve his physical coordination, preventing him from walking as before.
-Ok, that's enough of small talk and get to work girls!
Lady Abigail tells us and she walks to her table, in the corner of the room. I look up and march forward, slowly toward the wing 1 of orthopedics. I stop at the door and I see that all beds are occupied by patients who have suffered accidents. Most of them are traffic accidents.
Some patients have a bandaged leg, arm, chest, foot or femur.
Seconds after, I look at bed 7. I recognize that the new patient is lying on it. As I recall that I already know the six patients there, since my last duty last week. But the patient lying in bed seven is new and I do not know his identity at that time.
Slowly, I walk toward his bed. My eyes are glued to his inert image. He is asleep under the influence of strong drugs. The patient is lying on his back. His arms are rested on both sides of his body. The vein of his forearm is receiving serum.
He is dressed in hospital pajamas. White with blue stripes. His body from the waist down is covered by a clean white sheet. He is not bandaged. There are only a few bruises on his face. His left eye is purple.
I cease in front of his bed and my eyes run slowly over his body and they stop at the magnificent image of his face, sleeping like an angel.
I mutter and put my hands over my lips. I cannot believe what I'm actually seeing.
That man is again in front of me. Again in my life.
I mumble again and turn my back, run quickly toward the main door of the ward 1 and leave the place without thinking twice.
I desperately run down the hall and stop at the door of a female restroom. I open it and go in. I close the door behind me and thrust my back on it. Desperation consumes me.
I don't know what to do at that time.
Larsson Tiger is before me again, this after one year.
I swore that I would never see him again. Or that he or I were to cross paths.
However this is torture when I recall the words of the head nurse.
His case is severe. Maybe he becomes paralytic!
Immediately I lower my head and my body slides down, I sit on the bathroom floor. My tears go down easily. I'm facing a bitter and sad reality. I stand before Larsson Tiger again and worse than that, he runs the risk of becoming paraplegic.
It took a few minutes for my crying to cherish. Then I get up, open the tap, wet my hands and wash my face several times. I face myself in the mirror and feel the weight of my swollen and red eyes because of the many tears.
Now I have no way to hide my downcast and sad physiognomy from my peers and my head nurse.
- What do I do now God?
I question with despair and wash my face again quickly, I try to buy time for courage to return to my workplace and face everything and foremost, face Larsson Tiger's face, after he wakes up.
Minutes later, I walk back to the room and see my head nurse sitting at her desk. She is analyzing some records of patients admitted there.
I exclaim, stopping in front of her desk. My boss raises her head and looks inside my face. At that moment I fear that she can notice my swollen eyes for having cried just minutes ago.
Seconds after, I feel relieved that she did not notice anything and questions:
-Any problem Emily?
I look down and try to inform her.
-I cannot continue my service in Ward 1 Today. - Then I lift my head and look at her with despair. -Please transfer me to ward 2 or 3.
Abigail looks at the sheets again and collects them with caution.
I'm sorry dear. But I cannot transfer you to another ward. Today three nurses are missing and you will have to unfold to work in ward 1 and 2.
I mumble rolling my eyes, as I look at the ceiling of the room: Right now I have a huge desire to get rid of my white coat and run away from that hospital.
I declare that this is the worst day of work at that hospital, during my whole journey there until the present moment:
Lady Abigail rises from her chair and embraces a wave of white chips in front of her chest. She looks at me again, telling me.
-Get back to work! Patients need the morning medications.
I declare on her back. She goes on and disappears in the central corridor of the hospital.
A few moments later...
With great difficulty, I return to the ward 1 of orthopedics. Bringing a tray of some medications. I cease next to a bed of a patient in bed 1. I check his serum and see that it needs to be replaced.
Absently, I do it with ease, keeping my back to bed 7.
I avoid looking toward him all the time and in such a way slowing my bitter memory that Larsson, owner of the L. TIGER nightclubs network, is there, in the flesh, in my workplace, in my routine within that hospital.
Suddenly, a pair of green eyes open and look around. At that moment, Larsson sees the white roof of the hospital. He purses his brow at him. Seems uncomfortable in his bed, maybe he's feeling some pain throughout the body.
Involuntarily, he looks at one side and sees a nurse on her back, inside a white dress, with a white coat on top. His eyes travel further up and he sees that her long, dark hair is tied in a bun on top of her head, and over it is a disposable white cap. He frowns and blinks four times then when his green eyes shone with splendor toward my nape and sees the tattoo of a tiger.
His heart starts to run fast in his chest. Immediately he exclaims relieved.
-EMILY? IS THAT YOU?
His eyes are still glued to my back, while he raises his head, thus pulling it away from his pillow with a clean white pillowcase.
From a distance, I hear his voice. I drop the tray with medications to the ground. The loud noise scares the patients.
I immediately crouch. My heart starts beating wildly, desperately.
My God! I know that voice! I know the author of that voice perfectly!
I exclaim suffocatingly inside me. I have no escape! I have no way to abandon everything and go far away from that hospital and from that ward of male orthopedics.
Destiny is once again being cruel to me!
I have life proof of that!
-Nurse! You scared me!
A patient complains. Lying in his bed.
I cannot dare to give him an apology, or the patient in the bed 7 can hear my voice.
Larsson remains silent. He touches his head on the pillow again, but his green eyes still follow all my nervous movements at the bedside 1.
He realizes that I pretend not to have heard him exclaim my first name. He also sees that I'm totally nervous, playing my role as a nurse. My hands tremble when holding the steel tray.
So I get up and keep my back to him. Still trying to find my concentration near bed 1.
He insists again.
He shakes his head and smiles gently staring at the ceiling of the infirmary.
-I can't believe this!
Nevertheless, I turn myself, slowly. I have to face this once and for all. I need be strong in front of a man who once ruined my life and tore my heart.
- It is...me...
I confess looking in his face. His green eyes stare at me with a glass glow, they travel through my body hidden by white attire. His eyes go up and down the size of my silhouette.
-You look great as a nurse!
His voice brings a malicious refinement. The cranky Larsson Tiger does not let himself down and shows his nails, being the seducer, obsessed with tigers, women, money and fun.
I lower my head. My cheeks blush as red tomatoes. I feel trapped in a look that still bothers me, even after 365 days.
I don't know why.
But they still bother me.
My voice sounds sliced. The nervous within me, even affects my vocal cords. I question raising my head and looking toward his bed.
He responds with a seductive voice.
-I would never be alright on top of a hospital bed, Miss Emily Fontana. - There is a pause between his lips. - I confess that you turned my agony in this place in a kind of hope! Something new. You know! I believe nothing is by chance and if I ended up here, it's because fate decreed that you and I meet again. Wow! It's been so long Emily.
I squeeze the ends of the steel tray. Larsson's words scare me. I feel afraid he has come into my life and never want to get out of it again.
I suffocatingly sigh, my heart still runs fast inside me. Though I try to cherish him in deep secrecy.
I say looking at one side.
-I never...would like to see you in this condition.
I stare at him for a moment. His eyes are irresistible even inside a hospital. Soon I gently shake my head and look to one side. I try to hold my tears. I'm afraid to cry in front of him and in front of everyone there.
Mostly, I'm afraid to cry in front of my cowardice.
-With your permission, I need to continue my work.
I inform him and take two steps forward to bed 2. Thus breaking in half our dialogue. There, I try to be professional with Larsson. I imagine he sees me only as a nurse and forget that I was ever a luxury prostitute which often slept beside him in his sumptuous bed.