He finally showed

Matteo thought he could keep to the agreement considering she's just a girl like every other girl. It should be easy if he stops talking to her but that never ends well.

He is thinking about the one female specie that looks nothing different from all the girls he has seen and associated with yet he can't bare being away from her.

He is not sure why but he has this crazy urge to be around her all the time. And that is against the agreement he had with his infuriating older brother.

His heart feels so heavy from the last call he received from Edward. He heard the sadness he brought upon her from fulfilling his brother's wish.

He isn't one who always played by the rules but this time he felt the necessity to do it to protect his little girl.

Matt glared at his reflection in the mirror, his brows furrowed together. He hates seeing himself like this.

Weak, broken, and helpless. He hates how it feels to feel his emotions.

But it's his little Jemima, if he is going to let her go he is going to have to do it right.

He needs to make sure she is okay, and make sure He is okay.

Till the worst happens, he is responsible for her. She belongs to him, he is going to protect her even from herself.

He feels her pain, her fear, her anger. He knows and feels what she is getting herself into because of him.

He can't keep letting her hurt herself, because he always ends up receiving twice the pain.

Immediately, he went over to his large closet and grabbed the first sweatshirt he could find.

He wore it quickly covering his ripped torso while scanning the room for footwear. It took him longer to find a shoe in his tall wall of shoes.

The more time he wasted the drunker Jem was becoming. He felt disgusted and guilty to see her like this. He hated himself for feeling this much pain and anxiety for something that is not completely his fault.

The way he drove, his tires were almost no longer touching the ground. After a few minutes, his car stopped in front of the bar his little girl decided to get drunk in.

The stench of alcohol and sperm, the loud music, made him pucker his face. He could feel how useless most of the men in there were and his Jemima alone in there with them.

Is she trying to provoke him, patronizing a place like this without thinking first?

He walked into the bar trying to avoid using the sense of smell. As if that was possible for a man like him.

It was disturbingly infuriating to think she had to come here alone to get drunk.

Most eyes turned to him smelling his expensive cologne from a distance away. The girls were mostly carried away by his face, no one can resist the perfect structure of his face.

He saw her struggling to get a hold of herself, he doesn't know why she keeps endangering her life. He might be tough and indifferent to her but he gets scared every time she does it.

He stood behind her and wrapped his hands around her fragile body. She looks worse than he imagined, she had no idea what she was doing.

He was about to help her come down from the stool when he heard the dump bartender who had to help her get drunk speak,

"Do you know her?"

"She belongs to me,"

He clenched his fist as he replied after a moment of silently staring at the face of the man that sold her so much alcohol that made her drink into a stupor.

He had to suppress the urge to rip his head off his body before replying.

The bartender was stunned to hear what the stranger said. He was more surprised by the way he said it, the audacity in his voice like he literally owns her.

The look in his eyes was what scared him most, it was like looking into the eyes of a beautiful demon. If he had the guts he would not allow such a man to come near a vulnerable woman and talk more claiming her like she is in some lost and found.

"She didn't mention coming with anyone," Gabe sputtered.

The piercing gaze of the stranger fell on him again making him want to bury himself behind the bar.

"I'm here to pick her up." He placed some money on the counter.

"Keep the change."

Jem's body twitched the moment she felt Matt's warm hands hold her.

She was too drunk to see who was standing behind her but that touch, his scent. No one smells like him.

His cologne alone is enough to turn on whatever was off in her body.

Even in her state he still had a strong effect on her, it was crazier cause she has no idea if he was there or if it was her imagination playing tricks on her.

The drink was meant to help her forget about him. Not to make her think of him the more.

"This special mix isn't working Gabe, I can still hear his voice, his seductive scent. Do you have to help him torture me the more?" She hits her fist on the counter startling the bartender and the rest of the people drinking nearby.

Matt couldn't bare the sight of such an attitude, he picked her up from the stool since she was hesitating to walk with him.

He carried her in his hands bridal style and then left the bar with eyes following him.

That feeling can't be in her imagination. His strong hands carried her like that, she could feel and hear the rhythm of his heart. That can't be in her imagination, it's too real not to be true.

"Matt?" her frail voice came out sounding like a soft moan.

His heartbeat stopped for while after hearing her say his name. She might actually recover from this, he is not sure he will though. He stood in front of his car staring down at her face.

Her face was pale and worn, he knows it was from all the stress she has had to go through.

Still, he felt a tad relieve that she was able to say something he understands.

"Jemima," He whispered,

Slowly her heavy lids separated revealing her dark grey eyes.

His face was dark under the shades but his eyes shone brightly.

"Matt." She was very surprised that all guesses were true. After letting her suffer for weeks, he finally showed. But, why now?