The Doting Boyfriend

Ferrara

"No...n...no!"

For the third time in a row, Katya woke up from sleep with a mop of sweat on her skin, her body shuddering feverishly as she thrashed on the bed.

And as I had done each time, I pulled her into my arms, and quickly placed a wet towel on her forehead, calming the burning heat in her body.

"No...tell me it's a lie, Ferrara. Tell me I'm only dreaming. He's dead, fucking dead, and it's all because of me!"

Her sobs were breaking my apart, shattering my resolve with each second and igniting the dying rage in my system.

Because I was almost sure that my suspicions were correct, and if they were, then I fucking knew who was responsible for Alistair's death.

And now, watching my girlfriend break apart in my arms sent me to a higher level of fury which was capable of burning things down.

"I'm sorry, baby. But it's not your fault."

I muttered to her ears, hugging her closely to myself, her skin which was wet with her own heat drenching my shirt as well.

But I didn't bloody