Maria paced the pale street light casting shadow at every corner. Jon told her to wait there. He promised everything would be fine. An hour later he still hadn't returned, he confused to her. She was angry but she still loved him. She would leave the family to be with him.
Every part of his body ached as he stumbled through the park, the blood covering his knuckles was a stark reminder of what he was forced to do to get away from them. The pain radiated across his body as he approached the meeting spot, he had hoped she would still be there but after so long he doubted she'd still be waiting.
Looking up and down the road, she was just about to go look for him. Since he was playing with dangerous people, she was growing more scared every minute that passed. Maria's heart felt like it stopped as she saw a faint shadow stumbling towards her. She prayed it was a drunken man, but deep down she knew. She knew it was him and he was hurt, frozen in place, waiting to get a better look.
He came out of the shadows towards her, his torn and bloodied shirt clinging to his bruised and battered body. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her, his legs gave way as he stumbled again and collapsed on the ground.
The tears formed instantly as she saw the man she loved collapse. Running to him, she dropped to her knees, rolling him so she could see his body. Her hands checking for a bullet or knife wound, her voice low and filled with tears. "Please be alright...God please."
"Maria...I didn't think you'd still be here..." he groaned as she inspected his wounds.
"And it wasn't Tony's boys either, it was some other gang," he said groaning again.
Maria peered into his eyes, sitting next to him, and pulling him into her lap. "I will not leave you. I don't think you were shot." Her face contorted with worry of another gang.
"You can't investigate anymore Jon. You can't. Even if my father doesn't figure you out this other group will still try to kill you." Her hand rested slightly on his cheek. Her pleads for his life clear in every movement.
Jon winced and said, "That's crazy talk and you know it Maria, I have to do this. Do you want all those murders to go unpunished? Trust me he won't figure it out."
She leaned over, kissing his lips softly. "We have to get you out the street. They can send someone else. I can't lose you. Please Jon," her voice broke slightly as she spoke.
He grunted as he pushed himself up, "Thanks, but I'll be fine I just need some rest," he said as he got up unsteadily. "I did get away but Marco and Alexei are probably at the bottom of the bay now."
She held her lips tightly together. "Do they know who your are? Who you work for?" She stood helping him steady himself. Pulling the arm that was less wounded over her shoulders.
"No they don't, they just interrogated me as you can see," he said wincing as she helped him walk, "Tony will need to know what happened. He's going to start asking questions and we need to be prepared," he said as he hobbled up the street.
Her eyes fell on the ground. She said nothing as she walked slowly with him to her apartment a few blocks down the road.
"I just need to soak in a hot bath," he winced as stabs of pain surged through him.
She nodded slowly. "We get to my place, I'll get you a bath, and something to eat," her voice so quiet barely over a whisper.
When they finally reached her apartment, Jon leaned against a pole while she unlocked the door. He panted from the exertion he forced on himself, the last remnants of adrenaline had since expired leaving him feeling weak and exhausted.
She unlocked the door, glancing behind her before opening it. She loved his strength and his sense of duty. What she didn't love was the fact she grew up in this life. She knew exactly how ruthless they could be. She let out a sigh and walked dawn the couple of steps to help him up.
"Thanks," he said with a pained smile. His shirt was sticking to him, the blood and sweat on his skin sticking the material to him. It was probably going to hurt coming off, he thought as he stumbled up the stairs.
Helping him into the small living room just inside, she turned on the table lap. "I'll get your bath ready."
"Thanks," he said, as he groaned while he collapsed into the chair.
She went into the large bathroom and turned on the hot water. After the tub was half filled she added some cold water, then she tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot. She then pulled out a first aid kit from under the sink.
Leaving it sitting next to the tub, she headed into the kitchen. Grabbing a wine cooler for herself and a bottle of vodka. From the amount of blood on his shirt, she knew he had more then just a few simple cuts. She cringed at how much the cleaning solution will hurt him.
She made her way back to the living room, she stood, both drinks in hand. "I think its hot enough for you to get in," her voice calmer now and holding affection.
"Thanks Maria," he said as he pushed himself up out of the chair. He grabbed the bottle and opened it before taking a sip. The burn down his throat took his mind off how much his whole body ached and throbbed.
She moved to him so he could lean on her once more, leading him into the bathroom. She set her wine cooler down on the sink and turned so she was in front of him.
Undoing his pants, she hooked her fingers under his boxers and pulled them down with his pants. "Lets get you in the tub, the water will help loosen the blood so we can take off your shirt."
He stepped cautiously into the water the heat burning up his legs, he groaned as the heat started burning through his muscles, stretching them out and relaxing them, he sunk down into the large bath. He hissed in pain as the hot water seared his chest, the heat burning all the cuts and scrapes on his chest and arms.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, she reached into the water, slowly pulling his shirt off. Stopping and working the spots stuck to him softly, to cause as little pain as possible.
He winced again as the shirt was pulled from him, once the fabric had been removed he started to feel better as the searing heat worked his muscles, relaxing them as the pain continued to throb through his body. His cuts feeling like a branding iron was pressed to them.
She took a wash cloth, washing his chest and arms so she could see the worse cuts. "They worked you over pretty good," she commented.
"Yeah, but they were professionals, they came for Tony's package. Somebody tipped them off," he hissed as the gentle brushing off the cloth set fire to his already inflamed skin.
She moved her hand over his jaw line, leaning in to kiss his lips. "I have to clean those cuts."
"Be my guest," he said as he struggled up against the tub exposing his chest so she could clean them properly.
Opening the first aid kit, she pulled out a couple of gauze pads and then a bottle of solution. "I don't think any are deep enough to need stitches," Pouring the contents in the bottle onto the gauze pad.
Working slowly and carefully, she tended to each wound on his normally perfect chiseled chest.
He hissed as he struggled to stay still, the burn of the alcohol on his skin was driving him crazy, he looked at her, Maria was honestly what he was doing this for now. He couldn't leave her here in this mess, he loved her and had to take care of her.
She finished cleaning his wounds, turning to stay in his eye. She studied his features, analyzing every memorized curve of his jaw. Her hand moved to his cheek. "I don't know what I would do if you were hurt more."
"Hey that's not going to happen, I'm OK now I just need to rest," he said.
She nodded turning to stand. "Rest in the tub, let the warmth of the water work on your muscles."
"Thanks," he murmured before laying back and closing his eyes, letting the heat seep into his skin.
Maria stepped out of the bathroom while Jon laid in there peacefully, she had to do something more to help him. She loved him so much it hurt her to even think of what could have happened.
She felt she needed to go back in and show him how she felt, she was going to blow his mind. She stepped back into the room, knowing he couldn't exactly do anything for her. She wasn't going to let him anyway, she grinned deviously as she watched his breathing slowed as he took in the heat of the water.
She grabbed for the wash cloth and dipped it into the water, she reached down with her cloth in hand and grabbed hold of his cock and rubbed.
Jon jerked in the tub as he looked up and saw Maria looking like a devious angel. He groaned then shuddered as he leaned back against the tub while Maria stroked his quickly waking cock with the cloth.
She grinned as his groan came from him deeply, she needed this. So did Jon. Grinning, she continued to stroke his now fully thickened cock with the cloth. Then she let it float away, she grabbed it with both her hands and stroked him quickly, rubbing the tip with her palm enjoying his squirm.
Jon hissed as the pleasure washed over him battling with the pain, he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to the pleasure as it surged through him.
"You like that Jon?" she grinned, smirking slightly as he panted harshly as his eyes closed.
"Oh yeah, you know I do babe," he moaned as he slid down slightly into the bath.
"That's good," she grinned deviously as she dragged her nails down his cock to his balls stroking them with her nails.
He hissed as the sharp shooting pleasure rocked him, he felt it all across his body. He didn't want it to stop, it felt so good.
Maria rubbed the scratches with her fingers before diving deeper, rubbing her fingers behind his balls as he hissed in a breath. She grabbed for the cloth and quickly grasped his full thickness with the cloth and stroked him with it while her other hand digging deep inside his ass rubbing him, her nails gently scraping him.
His eyes flew open as his whole body tensed as the pleasure slammed through him, he cried out and moaned as the red hot fingers of pleasure raced through him. "Oh god, I can't take this much longer baby," he panted as the pleasure assaulted him.
She smiled and increased her speed, pushing a second finger into his ass. He moaned out loud and long as the tension snapped like an overwrought cable, his orgasm flooded his senses drowning him in waves of blinding pleasure.
She sighed, letting the cloth float free as she slid her fingers out, it would make her night after the terror she endured if Jon could stay with her.
"That was so amazing Maria, but you know I have to report in now and I can't do that here you know that," he said panting heavily.
She sighed softly. "You have to report now? Shouldn't you rest up and do it in the morning?"
