Sinatta's POV
I woke up the next morning in a little bit of pain. Usually Hoyt would be at his desk working by now, but he was still in bed holding me. I barely remember anything from yesterday and the only thing I do remember is pain and fear, although Hoyt holding me was very comforting and grounding. I tried to leave the bed without waking him, he hadn't had that much sleep in the past week and he needed it. I slowly removed his arm from my waist and quietly removed the sheet from my side of the bed.
I rose up and remembered my leg was disabled and looked for the crutches, and of course, they were across the room. I grabbed whatever I could to get over to them and when I was near them two hands grabbed them and handed them to me. I couldn't help but show my pearly whites. Hoyt was behind me, eyebrows raised, looking down with a slight grin.
"Thank you."
"Of course. How you feeling?"
"Hung over even though I haven't had a drop to drink." Hinting.
"Are we asking for a drink?"
"You're good."
"Thank you." He said goofing around with a slight bow.
He opened the door letting me through first like a gentleman and pulling out scotch and two glassed from his liquor cabinet.
"Oh you're having some to?" He never drank this early, surprisingly enough.
"Yeah, why not right?" He poured the drinks, handed one to me and pulled out a chair for me to sit.
"I'm bored." I told him hoping he would have an activity for me.
"I have a lot of work, but I have at least an hour before it absolutely has to be done." Oh, so that's what he wants huh?
"I have an hour." I'll bite.
"Well, you don't need legs for this and when you might, I'll take over." He walked around and kissed me. The kissing didn't last long before he scooped me up from the chair, one hand behind my knees and behind my shoulders. He lied me down on the bed, but before anything could get started he got a phone call.
"Shit." He sighed and answered the phone. "I'm in the middle of something." The voice on the other side of the line was muffled but I could tell he was panicked. Hoyt shot up and now the mood was ruined. He rushed over to his shoes laying on the floor near the door. "I'm sorry Sin. There are some issues I gotta deal with."
"Let me come with you." Hoyt shook his head.
"No, this is something that if it goes wrong, we run. You're in no condition to run." He was about to walk out the door. I needed to go, I was dying of boredom.
"I'm a good sniper, if you need it, I can cover you. No running involved." He sat there concerned but he knew it would be a good idea to have some cover.
"Okay." He said it with a reluctant tone. "There is a cliff overlooking a town called Bares town." He stopped and called in a privateer. "I trust this privateer with my life…Literally. He will protect you if need be." He turned to face the soldier. "Take her to the small shack above Bares town. And get her a good sniper." The privateer nodded and left the room in a hurry.
"If I may ask, who might I be shooting today?" Hoyt sighed.
"I know you saw the folder on the desk. Your folder." I nodded and raised an eyebrow and thinned my lips unmasking my irritation.
"Yes, didn't feel the need to bring it up, but it feels like a violation of my privacy. Why do you have it?" Hoyt stood his ground and explained.
"Every time somebody comes onto this island without invitation, that person is reported to me and then reported to the man who helped me with this island. He's younger but has been doing this since he could remember. Pagan min. When he gets the report and he likes this captor, He pays and gets said captor, You. I never gave you to him and don't plan to. I forgot to tell him. I'm so stupid. He's here for you."
"Never let go Jack." Hoyt looked confused.
"What? My names Hoyt." I sighed.
"Titanic? Jack and Ro-. Never mind." He laughed.
"Right. We have to go."
Me and Hoyt went separate ways and basically prepared for anything we could.