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Anton opened his eyes to see a white ceiling and he frowned in confusion. He looked around to see a few men standing around his bed and struggled to get up.
One of the men noticed and helped him up, letting him rest against the pillow he propped up behind him.
"Who are you?" Anton asked the man that helped him up. He was young. Younger than Anton but he seemed to have a dangerous air around him no matter how gentle he was being with Anton.
"The boss said we should watch over you." The man replied.
"The boss? What boss?" Anton asked with brows furrowed even deeper in genuine confusion.
"Boss Xander." The man replied.
Some more men came in and the others standing around Anton's patient bed tensed up.
"The boss asked us to watch over you too." One of the men from the set that just arrived explained.
Seeing that the men around his bed didn't let their guard down, Anton had to ask. "Which boss? Xander?"
"No, Boss Xander's dad." The man replied.
The men still didn't let their guard down. Anton could see how tense the atmosphere was but he didn't bother trying to make heads or tails of it. He just sighed and leaned back against his pillow watching them glare at each other.
After a while of glaring, the men Xander's dad sent, stood outside, guarding the entrance of the ward. Anton shook his head and closed his head. Just as he closed his eyes. He heard a pair of footsteps but he didn't open his eyes. He could hear footsteps that stopped just beside his bed.
"He still hasn't woken up?" Xander's voice called out in the silence, talking to himself or asking the men around, no one knew.
Anton opened his eyes and they fell on Xander's face a few inches above his. He saw one of Xander's hands outstretched as though he was planning to touch his hair. He didn't comment on it just watching Xander.
Xander placed the hand on his hair petting it slowly and softly.
"I was so scared and so angry, you know? I was just scolding you about the probability of something happening and it did happen. You didn't even seem to care." Xander told him. Anton looked away from Xander for a minute, noticing that all the men around had turned around, each facing a direction away from he and Xander.
He looked back at Xander. "Xander, could you explain to me now, what on earth is going on? And why there's a lot of tension between those you sent and those your dad sent?"
Xander's face hardened. "You think that's the most important thing right now? Do you know you could have been seriously hurt or killed?!" He asked, a degree of frost coating his words.
Anton closed his eyes for a minute debating whether or not he should do what he wanted to do, then he opened them with resolve in his eyes. He raised a hand, lifting it towards Xander's face. Xander only watched him with anger not caring what he planned to do.
Anton placed his palm on Xander's face, caressing his cheek with his thumb. "I know, I know, but I really don't understand why you care so much. If I remember correctly you hated me." He said with a soft smile in a soft voice.
"Because something could have happened to you, dammit! How many times do I have to say it? What if you died?! And when did I ever say I hated you?!" Xander raised his voice, glaring at Anton.
Anton dragged him down on top of him, pulling him into a hug as tight as he could. He buried Xander's face in his neck, petting his hair and his back so he could calm down.
"I'll crush you if you keep this up." Xander said ruining the mood.
Anton laughed. "I don't think you can." He replied without once stopping his motions. He knew Xander's emotions were still unstable.
Xander inhaled deeply, then spoke. "It's all my fault... No! It's that old man's fault. I warned him that I was done and he should get someone else to do the negotiations but he didn't listen, and now he's probably feeling guilty so he sent his men to watch over you or maybe he just sent them to spy on us. Pretty sure it's the latter. That old f*cker."
Anton laughed a while then stopped and softly pushed a confused looking Xander away before moving inside. He patted the bed beside him and Xander climbed in. He didn't need to be told twice. He wrapped his arms around Anton's waist, resting his head on Anton's chest as Anton ran his hands through Xander's hair.
"The reason I even went today was to speak to my dad and those pieces of sh*t that I was done. And they just had to pick today to- " He stopped abruptly.
"Shhh." Anton hushed him. "Go to sleep."
Sure enough, a few minutes later Xander slept off as Anton ran his hands through Xander's hair.
Anton, after making sure that Xander had slept off comfortably, looked up.
"Excuse me." He called out. All the other men in the room turned to him, but he only looked at the man that he had spoken to before. "What did you do with those men that broke into our house?"
The men raised a brow at the 'our' but didn't bother commenting on it.
"Boss' dad wanted to deal with them himself so we handed them over. And Boss made us change the door of the house."
"He what?!" Anton asked with a raised brow, looking at the innocent sleeping face of the devil lying on him.
"He said the traditional lock is not safe and although you like it, he can't take that chance and that he'll tell you the pin himself when you wake up."
"He even decided the pin himself." Anton muttered to himself, still glaring at the devil. Then turned to the man that was speaking rather abruptly.
"Does your boss normally have trouble sleeping?" He asked, subconsciously caressing Xander's hair.
"Yes, he does." The man didn't say more than that.
"Why are you answering all my questions? Knowing him, I'm pretty sure he told you something along the lines of 'Don't tell him anything that happened?' or 'Don't tell him anything about me.' "
"He said to answer you honestly if you had any questions, but only when he is around."
Anton looked again at Xander's face and didn't think it was so innocent anymore. The wolf in sheep's clothing was smart. He wouldn't want them telling him anything he didn't want him to know, so he said only when he was around could they tell him anything, so he would hear what was going on in his sleep depending on how deep he slept. Some of his men would also be much more loyal to him than others so if someone said something he wouldn't want Anton to know, they'll report to him.
"Thank you." Anton told the man.
Anton tutted in his mind again and leaned his head back against the headboard and went to sleep, not bothering with the affairs of the world anymore.