Chapter 6. Savior

Rick

I felt the life literally draining out of me as I widely stared at her innocent trembling form, her glossy eyes tearing my heart to pieces, making me feel so helpless...

So fucking useless...

There she stood, facing her possible death, unmoved as I watched the horror scene unfold right in front of my eyes, unable do to anything at all, my heart slamming wildly against my ribcage as I watched that fucking bastard point the gun at her face, smirking like a fucking maniac.

And then it happened...

He pulled the trigger and my heart stopped for a second, watching everything go in slow motion, wide-eyed, the bullet going straight to...Lucifer’s chest?

I stood there frozen for a brief moment, staring dumbstruck at Lucifer’s body standing still, unmoved, shielding my sister’s tiny frame as she kept shaking, her eyes closed shut while I was still unable to register what the fuck just happened.

He just...saved my sister’s life...

He took the bullet destined for her...

The bullet...

Quickly snapping out of my trance, I remembered the fucker was still pointing the gun aimed towards them and without a second thought I jumped over the table, tackling him to the ground, the gun flying away from his hand in the process somewhere under a table.

Nothing could stop me now.

You’re going to pay, asshole.

I started violently slamming my fists in his face, over and over again, Gio’s pleadings filling the tensed air, begging for me to stop.

Like that would ever happen.

Not even if God himself came down from the freaking heaven wouldn’t be able to stop me now, after what this filthy bastard tried to do.

He tried to kill her! He tried to take away the single, and most precious human being left in my life. My little sister. My everything.

And that I could never forgive.

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Blake

I slowly opened my eyelids, the tension filling the silent air forcing me to do so, facing a black wall, standing tall right in front of me.

Quickly remembering what happened only moments ago, my mind became on high alert and I quickly did a check-over to my body, only to realize there was nothing. No pain, no injury, no nothing.

What the hell...

And then I realized...

I took a step back, taking a better view at the black wall, only to notice Luc standing tall, unmoved with a bullet-sized hole in his crisp white shirt.

Oh my god!

I brutally grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn aside and face me.

“Oh my god! Are you hurt? Let me see!” I bombarded him with an alarmed tone, my hands already working their way to undo his shirt buttons when he suddenly stopped me, his big warm hands gripping my wrists, keeping them pressed against his chest.

“I’m fine,” He replied with a slight trace of amusement glinting in his eyes and before I could ask how was that even possible, he already answered my unsaid question.

“Bulletproof vest,” He winked, giving me another dazzling smile.

What? But...I was almost certain I didn’t feel anything but warm skin underneath his shirt...

What the hell...Am I imagining things now? I must be too shocked...

Being too focused on checking Luc and myself for injuries, I didn’t notice the violent scene unfolding right next to us.

My eyes widened in horror, watching my brother repeatedly slamming his fists in Ricardo’s already battered face, his knuckles soaked in crimson liquid. Ricardo’s blood.

Oh my god...he’s going to kill him!

No! Not again! Not another one!

Knowing that I most certainly didn’t have enough strength to stop my big bully of a brother from murdering the twisted brat I asked help from the only one who I thought that could.

“Luc, please, stop him!” I begged, tugging at his arm.

I simply couldn’t stand to see my brother killing another man.

Feeling the desperation in my tone, he didn’t waste another second and hurried towards Rick, grabbing his arms, forcefully hoisting him up and away from Ricardo’s barely breathing form, effortlessly keeping him in place as he kept thrashing in his arms, growling enraged.

Wow...and I thought my brother was strong...

“Let me go! Let me end him!”

“Get off of me, you son of a bitch! Let me kill him!”

Not wasting another moment, Gio hurried towards his son, helping him get up and turned his head towards me, mouthing a small “thank you” right before he turned and quickly walked away as my brother kept thrashing, shouting after them.

“Get back here! You coward!”

“I will find you, you hear me?”

Watching him struggle in Luc’s vice grip, his once honey brown eyes now looking bloodshot red, practically seething in anger I quickly strode towards him, hurrying to calm him down.

“Ricky...”

I gently placed my hand on his cheek, forcing him to look into my eyes, coaxing him to focus on me.

“Please, stop. I’m ok now, see?” I spoke in a soothing gentle tone, my eyes never leaving his, feeling his rage gradually decrease as I did so.

“I’m fine. Everything is fine,” I whispered, slowly snaking my arms around his neck, coaxing him to rest his head on my shoulder, soon enough feeling his arms hesitantly wrap around my waist, his ragged breathings slowly becoming more even.

His face was now buried in my neck, inhaling my scent, his arms keeping me close to his body as my fingers kept gently massaging the back of his neck.