Maria's pov-
Without a single word to the others Lucien gripped my forearm pulling me out of the room.
I glanced back at Carlos who already had his eyes on me as he sent me a reassuring smile.
“Lucien,” I whispered as he pulled me along roughly.
“Don’t” he shot out sternly as he carried on pulling me along the hall and into his bedroom.I jumped out of my skin at the loud bang as he slammed his door shut harshly.
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Maria's pov- It has been three days since I committed what I feel to be the biggest mistake of my life. Carlos had left come morning, I didn't see him leave but by the time I had awoken he was gone without so much as a goodbye. Not that Lucien would allow us to ever be in the same room again. He made that more than clear with his threat. Lucien was still mad at me, in fact I don't think mad is the correct word. He barely even acknowledges me. Every morning when I wake up he is already gone, the sheets on his side of the bed are always cold. The only sign I had that he would sleep on the bed with me was the soft kiss he placed on my head every night before rolling over and facing the other direction. He was beyond mad. I didn't know if this was him punishing me, it sure as hell felt like it. It was torture to know that I had hurt him so bad that he
"So Maria, now I don't know the details but I heard you went through an ordeal while you were away. How are you feeling emotionally?" He questioned as he began removing the stitches. I sucked in a deep breath. "Wow, have you even started? I can't feel a thing" I bit my lip. "I stock the best numbing cream in the country. Now you're avoiding the question" he stated as he worked. I sighed he was right. I was avoiding the question. I didn't want to talk about it not to anyone and definitely not to a stranger to Which this man ultimately was. "I'm not avoiding the question per say.. There is just not much to talk about. What happened has happened and now I am just looking forward and not looking back" I spoke slowly. The man was right in my face and it's awkward having to breath all on his face whilst I answer his questions.  
Mariaās POV- I walked down the hall stuck in a world of my own thoughts. I didnāt know where I was going as my feet tapped across the laminate flooring. Dr.Grim had seemed such a happy and content man and I couldnāt for the life of me get that out of my head. I want that! I want that for myself, to be happy and content with my life but I donāt see that in my future. Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am having a spot of doubt at the fact Lucien wont pay me no mind. Maybe things will get better or maybe they wont. I was like a path of destruction. Where ever I go was bound to be disintegrated and whomever I touch was bound to get burnt. Nicolas, as crazy as he had been I to some extent had triggered that mess. James, burnt by my foolishness actions of revenge. Diego, causing a wedge between my brother and his best friend. Carlos, set a blaze from m
Mariaās pov- I pulled back from Lucienās embrace; his blue eyeās shined as he gazed back at me. āWill you really, leave this behind and come with me?ā I asked in doubt. I didnāt believe he would and as much as I had dreamed for this exact moment, unlike me Lucien was built for this world, the business and the war. He was good at it, near enough perfect for this life. He cupped my cheek with the palm of his hand, his thumb smoothing circles into the skin of my cheek. āI want you to be happy Maria. I will give everything in my power to see you have the life you wish to have. But I need time; I have a responsibility here that I must set in order before it would be possible for me to give you what you wish.ā He spoke softly. His words had only crushed the little bit of hope that I had of the possibility of me and Lucien living a norm
Mariaās pov- We are currently in my old room. I hadnāt yet had the chance to gather my things and move them to Lucienās room, so all my stuff was still here to witch I was glad for considering we had decided to get ready here to avoid Lucien or Lorenzo catching us. We had done our make-up as fast as possible. Aimee was sort of an expert and had completely fixed my face up, hiding any signs that I had been crying as well as successfully patching up my wound with a slight smaller patch. I was dreading the looks I would receive because of that thing. I mean, a woman at a nightclub with a bandage on her face, there was no denying that I was bound to catch more than a few looks. I told Aimee of my plans to leave and surprisingly she was excited for me. She believes that I deserve it and in her words āyour happiness is worth more than anything, put yourself first for a change Mariaā
Mariaās pov- The car pulled up at the entrance to what I assume is the club Marcel and Diego where taking us too. This place looked extremely busy, the car park was full and busts of people all crowded by the door. "Wow" I breathed in awe as I read the neon red sign that said āEl Diabloā I didnāt read much in Spanish I understood it better when spoken. I know its weird being that I am half Spanish but if I am not wrong and that is a big IF then the sign had meant The Devil. āRight girls no rules except please stay out of trouble, I would like to be able to go to bed happily drunk when we get home without having my toes removed by lorenzo and lucien firstā Diego smiled widely as if his statement was a normal things to say. He radiated excitement and to be honest I think he is more excited to get out to club then I am. āDiego you are to stay alert. This is not our territory and I would
Diego waved his hand to gain the bartenders attention. A guy with a ginger beard approached. He couldnāt be older then his twenties maybe early thirties. The sleeve to his white shirt rolled up revealing green tattoos across his white skin. āWhat will it be guys?ā he spoke with an accent. What accent was that? Irish? āI will have a four roses, make it a double please mate and whatever these two are havingā Diego placed his card on the counter to pay. I didnāt know what a Four Roses was but I could Bet any money itās a whiskey. āRum and coke pleaseā Aimee ordered. āAnd you darling?ā he asked taking his attention to me. āErm, do you have something alcoholic but without the nasty tasteā I asked awkwardly, fully aware of how stupid I must look asking such a question in a nightclub. āAye I can tell youāre a first timer, first time drinking or first night out?ā he asked wi
Carlos’s POV-I watched Maria from where I was sat. I couldn’t help myself the sight was captivating as I watched her sway her hips to the beat that bounced around us.Her hands gliding over her body seductively as she drunkenly lost herself to the music. She is fascinatingly beautiful and I practically squirmed in my seat with the pulsing hardness that grew against the fabric of my trousers just from watching her.I glanced around seeing that I wasn’t the only one. Without knowing and so obviously oblivious to her effect she had grown an audience from more then a few men.I clenched my teeth at the ogling freshmen that didn’t hide his arousal as he eyed her from the bar.I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath to compose myself. I wasn’t one to get worked up for any woman but it seems this woman had wriggled her way into my mind more than id like
āMomā Marcus yelled in panic as my head was lifted from the cold floor. āGet some ice for your mother she hit her headā I heard Lucien, he sounded so close, I could smell him, he smelt just like I remember. āThis is your fault assholeā Marcus fired āOr maybe it was your unique way of introducing yourself. SONā Lucien defended. āMaria, can you hear me?ā his voice was so close yet so soft like a whisper. I didnāt dare open my eyes, maybe it was a nightmare? If thatās the case than Iām 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. āMariaā he called the touch of his fingertips to my skin as he brushed them gently across my brow and along my check. āFuck, shit! mom?ā Marcusās 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 donāt 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 wonāt cut
Mariaās 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. āAre you ok?ā 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. āWe need to talkā I sighed opening my eyes, forcing myself to face reality. āDonāt give me a speech like the one you gave himā Lucien exclaimed, the cool air wrapping around me as he pulled away from me, the loss of his hold no longer keeping me composed. āIt is nothing like thatā 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 itās unbelievable. āTake a seat please I need to tell you something and I donāt want you to freak outā I nudged his che
Mariaās pov- I was shamelessly killing time to avoid the inevitable confrontation of telling Lucien our news. I didnāt 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. Iām praying he is still there because all this walking to avoid the inevitable was killing not just my leg but my whole entire body. āYou 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. āI shot myselfā I laughed through a sob hoping to relieve some of his pain for even just a moment. āI heardā 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. āOnly you could manage such a thing Angelā he smiled at me, his smile weak but I could tell it was genuine and thatās what I wanted. To see the smiling Diego not the Diego with the reckless look upon his face. āIām proud of you, your strength is powerful Maria. you took on a fight all on your own and came out still standingā he praised āwell standing on a limp legā he added with a teasing grin. āShut up, you have a limp leg tooā I laughed pus
Mariaās pov- āI am not leaving her in the hands of the likes of youā āThe likes of me?ā 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. āYou canāt keep her safe, none of you canā 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. āHow I protect my woman is no concern of yoursā Lucien fired āThat 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 cousinās bedroomā 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 Carlosās words echoed around the room. I winced opening my e
Diegoās pov- āMail whatever is left of the pair to the Trevisani estateā I ordered, wiping my chin on the sleeve of my shirt. āAre you sure that is the message you want to send?ā Marcel asked stepping away from the sink he was washing his hands in. āThatās what I said, was it not?ā 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. āPack them up and send them offā he ordered to the two men present. āYou understand that is a message of warā 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. āI am aware yesā I clenched my teeth tightly, my eyes focused on the wall in front of me. I donāt think I have felt this much emotion in a very long time. was it anger? pain? I donāt 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. āIāve got youā he whispered. āIāve got you nowā 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 reasonsā¦ Vince. A loud pain filled groan pulled me back to my surroundings and I shot away from Lucienās chest my eyes instantly finding Rocco who was trying to roll his shoulder, the shoulder with the bullet wound. āGet him a doctorā I fired rushing to Roccoās 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. āI suppose Iām fired sweetheartā he winced. āDonāt moveā I scolded panic stricken as Lucien silently came to my side obser
Maria's POV- āAre you hurt?ā he spoke, and I knew he was talking to me, but I couldnāt 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 āIs he dead?ā 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. āYou left meā I spoke, my voice leaving as a croak. He gave the order; I am here because he sent me on this path. āI know, I thought you were safe with Roccoā 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