My mouth fell agape in shock seeing Diego pulling a knife out of Damon's left leg, The result was Damon yelling "You cunt fuckk"
As a reflex I went to move towards Damon who now had the knife held to his throat by Diego.
Marcell's pov-I looked down at Maria in shock. She had seen my father, my father was alive!Could she have been fooled? She was only a young child at the time of his disappearance.What a useless thought. No, Maria would recognise my father even if he had changed his face.He was close with Maria and She loved my father to pieces. It's Maria, that is how she loves everyone. She loves unconditionally with her whole heart.I placed Maria gently
Maria's POV-"Maria""Maria, I'm here now"Lucien?I tried to open my eyes to see the man the voice belonged too but I couldn't."Maria"Lucien?I pushed my eyes open awaking drowsily, my vision So blurred. it was dark, only a dim light shining revealing an outline of someone looking down at me.
"You" I demanded the attention of the guard at the bottom of the stairs. "Where is Lucien?" I asked hurriedly."He went that way a few moments ago" He pointed to the left."Is everything okay mam?" He asked but I waved him off taking a run in the direction he had directed me too.And there he was, Lucien with his hand wrapped tightly around the handle of the basement door."LUCIEN" I screamed for his attention. His head snapping up so fast at the screech of my voice.
Maria's POV-I slowly took the steps one by one. The metal stairs clinking and creaking with every step. It was dull in here, the light at the very minimum I could barely see where to put my feet.Lucien was behind me, his hand placed gently to the small of my back, his touch only comforting to me. It would be a lie if I was to say that I wasn't afraid of what my sight would find down here.The air is stuffy and smells damp with a strong smell of bleach."Do not touch anything down here Maria" Lucien voiced as he brushed past me to take the lead. Althoug
The chains clinked as Carlos was lowered to the ground. A gruntled moan leaving his lips at the now cold concrete beneath his skin. I dropped to my knees beside him, lifting his head into my lap.His head resting between my hands as I gently smoothed his skin in hopes of somehow comforting him."La princesa de la mafia" Carlos coughed."I am so sorry Carlos," I cried. This was my fault,all my fault.The corner of his lips twitched a crooked smile "Nothing a couple of bandaids can not fix Mi amor" his voice cracked.
Maria's pov-I closed my eyes sinking into the wall behind me as Lucien held my hand in his.I was exhausted from the events of the excruciatingly long night weighing down on me."Are you okay?" Lucien questioned softly.I hummed "Just tired" I confessed as he placed a hand to my neck, his thumb running soothing circles across my skin."Come, you need to rest Maria" he said, placing a single kiss to the top of my head.
Maria's pov-I sat upon Lucien's bed. a feast of a breakfast spread out Infront of me. I'm assuming it's pretty late, it's for sure past one or two in the afternoon.Before I had started shoveling all this food down I was starving. Now I just feel bloated and stuffed.The sound of Lucien's phone ringing brought my attention to the bedside table, Diego's name flashing up on the screen."Lucien" I called out reaching for his phone.I swiped bringing the pho
Carlos was sitting slouched against the headboard of the bed, his hair wet in a fresh suit with an unbuttoned shirt revealing his bandaged up chest."Finally" he winced, sliding himself to the edge of the bed."Stay in the bed you need to rest" I said as I rushed to his side."I have been doing that all day" he waved me off."Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out to his arm in hopes to support his movements. His face screwing up with another wince as he rose to his feet.
“Mom” Marcus yelled in panic as my head was lifted from the cold floor. “Get some ice for your mother she hit her head” I heard Lucien, he sounded so close, I could smell him, he smelt just like I remember. “This is your fault asshole” Marcus fired “Or maybe it was your unique way of introducing yourself. SON” Lucien defended. “Maria, can you hear me?” his voice was so close yet so soft like a whisper. I didn’t dare open my eyes, maybe it was a nightmare? If that’s the case than I’m stuck in a dream state. His touch feels so real. I was being a child, hoping that the longer I keep my eyes closed the higher chance of the possibility of it being nothing more than just a dream. “Maria” he called the touch of his fingertips to my skin as he brushed them gently across my brow and along my check. “Fuck, shit! mom?” Marcus’s panic snapped me forward and I flicked my eyes o
Epilogue Eighteen years has passed since you both took your leave. Every day I miss you both. Diego too, when you guys made your leave from this world and I made mine from that hell, I had made the sacrifice to leave him behind. It was a painful sacrifice, but he had the right to choose his own path just like I did mine. I don’t know if you can hear me, maybe its wishful thinking but I pray every day that you watch over him for me. I have had no contact with him or any other from that life in eighteen years, but I did it, I finally got out. I faced those struggles with you all in my mind, through the good times and the bad. Sometimes I let my mind wonder in imagination, with the what ifs and the possibilities of what could have been if you both could spend one more day down here. I know Marcus could use an uncle or aunt to vent too. He takes after his father, so handsome with his dark hair and strong mind but sometimes I feel as though a mother just won’t cut
Maria’s pov- Lucien circled his arms around my waste the warmth of his body against my back was calming as he placed a delicate kiss to my cheek, my eyes closing as his presence soothed me. “Are you ok?” he asked his voice soft and low. I hummed a response, wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms. I was yet again shamelessly avoiding what I came here to do. “We need to talk” I sighed opening my eyes, forcing myself to face reality. “Don’t give me a speech like the one you gave him” Lucien exclaimed, the cool air wrapping around me as he pulled away from me, the loss of his hold no longer keeping me composed. “It is nothing like that” I huffed turning to face him. It sounds crazy to say but this man, this big powerful man in front of me is so God damn emotional it’s unbelievable. “Take a seat please I need to tell you something and I don’t want you to freak out” I nudged his che
Maria’s pov- I was shamelessly killing time to avoid the inevitable confrontation of telling Lucien our news. I didn’t know how he would react, how he would take the news of becoming a father let alone the news that we can leave. He was always so defensive with excuses every time I brought up us leaving the current life that we live. And as for the other thing, I believe being a parent is something he has pictured before but no matter how hard he tries to hide how much that thought scared him I could see it. I have taken a shower and a bath, with a visit to Rocco and Dr Grim in hopes to avoid the conversation I am mere seconds away from having with Lucien, according to Marcel he was in the living area of our floor five minutes ago. I’m praying he is still there because all this walking to avoid the inevitable was killing not just my leg but my whole entire body. “You are not capable of keeping her safe, how many times must she suffer because of your blata
It hurt to think of Diego in pain, of him feeling lost or being lost in any kind of way. That was just not who Diego was, he is all humour, fiery and bright. “I shot myself” I laughed through a sob hoping to relieve some of his pain for even just a moment. “I heard” he strained a chuckle, clearing his throat he pulled back to look at me with his red eyes. They were not as bright anymore, they seemed dull like the brightness of a bulb dying out. “Only you could manage such a thing Angel” he smiled at me, his smile weak but I could tell it was genuine and that’s what I wanted. To see the smiling Diego not the Diego with the reckless look upon his face. “I’m proud of you, your strength is powerful Maria. you took on a fight all on your own and came out still standing” he praised “well standing on a limp leg” he added with a teasing grin. “Shut up, you have a limp leg too” I laughed pus
Maria’s pov- “I am not leaving her in the hands of the likes of you” “The likes of me?” I shot up at the sudden loud crash, my heart racing with panic and dare I say it fear.my body was in pure agony and with my head spinning I could barely focus my eyes. “You can’t keep her safe, none of you can” I whipped my head to the direction of the familiar voice to see Carlos and Lucien in an intense stair down, a mess of broken items at their feet the obvious sign of a tussle. “How I protect my woman is no concern of yours” Lucien fired “That may be but do not make the mistake brother, she is my concern she has been since the night I found her locked in my cousin’s bedroom” I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply in the attempt to calm my beating heart. The crash and the sound of fist to skin that I knew was coming after Carlos’s words echoed around the room. I winced opening my e
Diego’s pov- “Mail whatever is left of the pair to the Trevisani estate” I ordered, wiping my chin on the sleeve of my shirt. “Are you sure that is the message you want to send?” Marcel asked stepping away from the sink he was washing his hands in. “That’s what I said, was it not?” I fired stepping to the now vacant sink. The skin of my hands not visible through the coating of crimson red, fingernails stained with the blood of those animals. “Pack them up and send them off” he ordered to the two men present. “You understand that is a message of war” he said calmly, his eyes burning into the side of my face, like if he looks hard enough, he could read whatever my mind was thinking. “I am aware yes” I clenched my teeth tightly, my eyes focused on the wall in front of me. I don’t think I have felt this much emotion in a very long time. was it anger? pain? I don’t know but it is deafeni
Maria's Pov- Lucien gently tugged at my arms encasing me in his hold with a tight squeeze, pinning me to his chest and leaving no room for me to fight. “I’ve got you” he whispered. “I’ve got you now” he repeated over and over, and I broke into a million pieces as I cried into his chest to thoughts of the night, thoughts of Lorenzo, Aimee and even for some unknown reasons… Vince. A loud pain filled groan pulled me back to my surroundings and I shot away from Lucien’s chest my eyes instantly finding Rocco who was trying to roll his shoulder, the shoulder with the bullet wound. “Get him a doctor” I fired rushing to Rocco’s side, yet again being too caught up in my selfishness that I had let this man bleed for God knows how long while I so selfishly cried a meltdown. “I suppose I’m fired sweetheart” he winced. “Don’t move” I scolded panic stricken as Lucien silently came to my side obser
Maria's POV- “Are you hurt?” he spoke, and I knew he was talking to me, but I couldn’t decipher why he would ask such a question. Was it out of stupidity? Did I look ok? No. Did I look hurt? I sure as hell felt the pain. His eyes darted to Rocco before landing back on me “Is he dead?” he asked, his eyes dipping to the man at my feet. Was his question referring to Rocco or Vince? Either way even a blind man would know someone died in this room by the smell of the blood in the air. “You left me” I spoke, my voice leaving as a croak. He gave the order; I am here because he sent me on this path. “I know, I thought you were safe with Rocco” he said calmly his hands raised in surrender. His eyes for once not portraying his strength. Instead, stormy swirls stared back at me crumbling in an almost panic like as they pleaded with me. It was striking to see something so unusual coming from him I felt