The Stolen Mafia Princess

Washing It Off

{Margo’s POV}

Just don’t leave me alone? What was I thinking? In the moment I didn’t want to be alone again, but now they were both in the bathroom with me. Damon was starting up the shower, as Carter was removing his bloody shirt. I stood in the middle of the room, refusing to move. “Everything okay Margo? We’ll go wait outside the door, that way you can wash off.” Damon said, stepping past me with a soft smile.

He walked right outside the door and stood there, Carter followed them. “Y-You won’t leave?” I asked, looking between the two of them.

“Nope, we’ll stay right here!” Damon said. “First, let me go get you some clothes and put them on the counter. That way you can get dressed before you come out.” He finished, turning and walking off.

Carter turned around and looked at me. “You should go ahead and pull off that jacket at least. Soon it will get sticky and will be harder to get off.” He said, pointing to the sleeves which were splattered with blood.

I nodded, slowly pulling off the jacket and tossing it in the laundry bin. I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a red place on my face where I was smacked earlier, and a matching one of the other side. My hair was messy, and blood was painted in it. My face had splatters of blood all over it, along with part of my chest. I stared for a long moment before turning back to Carter. “This isn’t going to be easy to get out of my hair is it?” I asked softly.

“It never is.” He said, turning back towards the main rooms of the condo.

Damon walked up, making his way past Carter, and to me. He sat down some clothes on the bathroom counter. “I brought you a pair of sweatpants that have a string in them, so they may be baggy but they won’t fall off. A long sleeve shirt, and a pair of boxers. It’s kind of all I have here, so, sorry. I’ll text the girls and your brothers and let them know where you are.” He said, turning and walking out of the bathroom. They both turned away from the bathroom but sat outside the door.

Carter began to close the door but I shouted. “Leave it open please!” He turned back, and face away from the bathroom, nodding his head.

I quickly pulled the pins out of my hair and took it down. I slipped off the dress, and my underwear tossing them into the bin, then stepped into the shower. Once I was in I started scrubbing the blood off of me, I watched it mix into the water and cover the shower floor. I scrubbed my hair and my body, removing all the blood, then showered well. Once I got out, I reached around the shower door and grabbed a towel drying myself off, and wrapping the towel around me. I stepped out of the shower, and walked to the counter grabbing the clothes, I saw my bags sitting by the door, and remembered that we got some more dresses, and underwear and bra sets. I grabbed a pair of lacy black panties and pulled them on, but I didn’t have any comfortable pajamas. I turned to see the clothes Damon had laid out for me, I quickly pulled them on, and stepped out past the two of them. “Okay.. I’m done.” I said softly.

“Alright, we’re going to take turns washing up. Angelo and your dad went out of town for something, and your other brothers have gone to the airport. They said that they wanted you to decide if you wanted to stay here, go home alone, or go with our sisters.” Damon said, as Carter got up and went into the bathroom.

“C-Can I stay here? Is that okay?” I asked, watching his expression.

He smiled softly and nodded. “Of course, I’ll text back Angelo and let him know.” He said, typing on his phone.

“Crap! I forgot some clothes, could you grab me an outfit Damon?” Carter asked from the shower.

I kept my head turned away from the bathroom and looked at Damon. “Yeah, I’ll put it on the counter like I did for Margo.” He said getting up, and walking back towards a bedroom.

I sat on the floor, and waited for Damon to come back, when I heard a sharp hiss from the bathroom. I turned and could see Carter under the shower water. His body was beautiful, but he looked like he was in pain. “A-Are you okay?” I asked, turning back around.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just some busted knuckles..” he said, sighing. “Doesn’t feel too good when soap gets in them.”

“O-Oh.. I always hated getting soap in my cuts too.” I said softly, pulling my knees to my chest.

“I’m okay Margo, so don’t worry about me!” He said, I could hear the water hitting his hair in the bathroom.

I just sat, with my knees to my chest and waited. Soon Damon came back with a pile of clothes in his hands. He took them into the bathroom and sat them on the counter. He came back out sitting desk beside me. “Are you hungry?” He asked.

I shook my head, and felt like the world slowed down around me. I was really beginning to feel all of the liquor I poured back earlier. My whole body felt hot, and my vision was slightly blurry. I was beginning to get really tired. “I.. I’m fone.. fine! Fine! Just tired..” I slurred, trying to string together a normal sentence.

“The alcohol is starting to hit..” he said. “Do you want me to take you to bed?” He asked.

I shook my head. “N-No.. wanna.. stay.. stay.. here!” I slurred again, laying my head down on my knees.

“Alright Damon, your turn to shower!” Carter said stepping out of the bathroom with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on.

“Good thing I went ahead and got my clothes before I came back this time!” He said, standing and stretching. He stepped into the bathroom and soon I heard the shower once again. It didn’t take long for him to come back out, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants just like Carter. When he came out he lifted me into his arms bridal style. “Alright Margo.. time to get you to bed!” He said, carrying me off to the bedroom. He laid me in the bed and tucked me in tightly. Then he turned to leave the room.

I sat up quickly, and felt the blood rush to my head. “Wait! Where are you going!” I asked, looking out and seeing Damon and Carter in the hall.

“We’re going to sleep on the fold out couch!” Carter said, smiling softly at me.

I shook my head. “No! Please, don’t leave me alone!” I whimpered.