Lucien’s pov-
She sighed heavily beside me, and I knew all playfulness was now over. And just as I had expected I looked down to see her lips pulled into a thin line and her smile vanished.
“Did we ruin it?” she asked, her face contort of many emotions.
“What do you mean?” I frowned not entirely understanding her question.
“We were so happy together when we were young. You know, before the kissing and the hand holding began” she drifted her eyes to her lap “before the risk we took to fall in or out of love. What happened to us?” she asked, I wasn’t even sure if she was asking me or herself.
With her question it was obvious that although she was trying her best to hide that our breakup had hurt her, she couldn’t, she was in fact burnt and in pain by the fall out of her love for me.
“We could go forever without ever getting into an a
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Lucien’s pov-“I told Lorenzo and Diego that I’m leaving, and they shut me down” she let me in, her face scrunched in what looked like pain at her own words.This was really affecting her, hell the site of her going from laughter to crying in only minutes was affecting me. I hated it. I fucking hated the sight.I stayed quiet allowing her to get anything she had on her chest out.“I get that they want me to be safe” “But I just don’t understand why they make it out to be so hard. Why can’t I just disappear? fake my death or something. Why is it so hard to make that happen? If people think I’m dead, then there won’t be any dangers for me to have to hide from. To need to be protected from” she looked me dead in the eye.“I just want a normal life, where I don’t have to fear. I’m tired of waiting around to see if th
MARIAS POV-I was bored. Miserable and alone.I didn’t want to leave my room, I hated having to be stuck in this excessively large house and since I had to be stuck somewhere, what better place was there than my own bed?Aimee was busy with planning for the wedding. Even though she had officially moved in she still had no spare time for us to hang out, not even for ten minutes a day. she has practically kidnapped Lorenzo, Everything the pair do is in preparations for their wedding that has now been moved forward to only two weeks away.Today, was the date of their first dinner party held with some of the closest ally’s the family business have, so as you could imagine this place was hectic and yeah…I would rather hide out in this boring bedroom of mine then wonder off into the stress of Aimee and Lorenzo’s world.It has been a little over a week since I had last seen Lucien. He was working, he and Diego had left the morning
Maria's POV- Slipping my feet into my black high heels, I was officially ready to go. Well, I was physically ready to leave, I say physically because although I was dressed, make-up done and hair flowing loose? I was feeling un-easy and on edge, the only thing on my mind was Lucien and I was beyond anxious to see him. he has still not made an attempt to let me know that he had arrived home safe. I was beginning to feel that the situation between us was affecting me way more than it was him, maybe he had sought out comfort from a woman on his business travels and was finding it way easier to get by with the day-to-day activities than I was. I know he has no obligations to me anymore and I know I have repeated this to myself multiple times but I was in fact so uncontrollably affected by it, I was in fact angry, pissed the fuck off that he had not came to see me yet and as much as this dress makes me feel powerfully beautiful, it could not ease the whirling thou
“You look nice by the way, your dress is just…wow” she complemented “anyway, as I was saying” she began pacing yet again.“I cannot go down there; I am feeling way in over my head. And how am I supposed to stand as a strong female beside Lorenzo if I can’t even muster the courage to meet his business friends” she whined, and I honestly think she is about to cry.She was absolutely a loose cannon and I agree it was not a smart move for her to go and make a first impression so fired up with shot nerves. I must add the last part was far off, I wouldn’t go as far as referring to the people downstairs as Lorenzo’s friends. They are simply enemies kept close with a mutual interest of lots and lots of money.“It will be fine; you will be fine.” I reassured taking her hands in mine in a gesture of soothing her.“Repeat after me, breath in... brea
“This is bad” Aimee whispered. “No shit, your eyes are blood shot” I laughed aloud as she giggled going from panic to amusement in two point one seconds. “No, but seriously, Aimee” I warned as we reached the top of the last set of stairs and I watched as she visibly straightened her posture out, her back ironing out flat as she tilted her head higher. I glanced down the staircase to see Lorenzo talking to Marcel animatedly as he looked to his phone in frustration whilst Diego and Lucien talked with a man in an all-black suit. I cracked my knuckles fidgeting nervously as my eyes took in his appearance. He was handsome as always, slicked back hair, and all black suit. It seemed to be a theme tonight, All the men at the bottom of the stairs were wearing matching jet black dress pants, dress shirt and tie. “I can’t do this” I breathed out before Aimee tugged my hand almost making me trip on the top stair
Maria's pov-“Yes well, thank you” I bit down to halt my lip from quivering. Ugh, what the fuck was wrong with me? my nerves where tingling, my body was fully aware of Lucien’s presence and his touch. God everything in me wanted him to touch me again, to keep his lips on my skin. He had barely touched me, and my mind had turned to gew.I need therapy or rehab, I legit have an obsession with how drunk he makes me feel.“There is someone I would like you to meet” he said stepping away from me and gesturing for a man to step forward. It was the man I had noticed he and Diego speaking with, I had never seen him around before or maybe I had and just haven’t been taken enough notice to my surroundings.I watched as the man stepped forward. he was handsome, he must be no older than early thirties. Thirty-two, maybe? He had short stubble upon his face, a sort of ragged look about him. No
Maria’s pov- I watched Aimee from my spot by the bar. She was fitting perfectly into Lorenzo’s world. She was enjoying herself with a bright smile, she looked so genuinely happy beside my brother. I sighed aloud, taking a large gulp of my champaign. No matter how ecstatic I was for Aimee and Lorenzo, and I was happy for them, I just could not sit and watch their romantic exchanges and loving glances when I was feeling so alone. I was selfish, instead of enjoying this moment for my brother and friend I was sulking in the corner like a scorned child. This sucked, it truly fucking sucked. I shot the last of my champagne, it was only my second glass, so I was yet to feel the effect. I needed to cut this shit out and plaster a smile upon my face for the sake of my family. They at least deserved to enjoy themselves without looking at my ugly frown. I glanced around the room looking for no one in particular. Who am I kidding? That w
Lorenzo’s pov- “Fucking balls, I knew there would be a problem” Aimee let out pacing at the news of the dinner being delayed. It was pleasing to see that she had put such an effort into tonight. “Language, doll” I raised a brow a smirk tugging at my lips as she glared back at me. She was even more beautiful when she was mad. How did I become as lucky as I had when finding her? She was going to be my wife, not that she hadn’t practically already been my wife in my eyes for the past eight years. The first night I lay eyes on her I knew this day would come. I tugged at her hand pulling her into my chest, she enveloped her arms around my waist as she rested her forehead to my chest with a content sigh. “Do you think they would notice if we took a time out? You could become my Spanish tutor for a quick twenty minutes?” she asked the smile I knew she was wearing was herd in her voice, a chuckle vibrated th
“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