Proserpina From a great distance, I heard the sounds of people moving around me, talking. The movement in my belly was now getting more frequent. My babies were waiting to come out, I thought tiredly, too weak and weary to push them out.One of the voices shrieking in the background, the loudest, belonged to Xenia.‘Get the b*tch into the blo*dy aircraft before that f*cking madman Delano gets here!’ she was vociferating.’ I heard that bas*ard is on his way already!’ Her voice was tinged with hysteria.The doctor’s tones, edging on irritation, replying to her,‘She needs to be moved out with care. I will supervise it, madam. Leave it to me.’The sound of the woman who had tended me was yammering in the background and then there was a sudden commotion. Amidst the hullabaloo, I could discern the voice of the man I feared the most.Oleg.“Get the f*cking c*nt on board that f*cking plane NOW!’ he bellowed and from my dizzying heights, as I floated in limbo, I felt my body being pushed roug
LucienHe charged down the corridor, dispensing bullets like they were toffee, his face dark with anxiety. He only wanted to get to the woman he loved. Suddenly a man jumped into their path, firing straight at them.Lucien felt as though he had been punched in the chest by a massive hand and he crumpled , grunting. Immediately, he felt hands jerking him to his feet and dragging him into a room.Aiyana, the sweat running down her remarkably composed face, spun around and leapt into the corridor, returning the fire. The man went down in a heap.*Danielle was peering at Lucien as Beston scrabbled to pull off his jacket and vest. There was a terrible ache in the area of his chest but he realised that he had been saved because of the bulletproof vest he was wearing.He tried to wave away the people who were with him.‘Let’s go on,’ he barked and pushed himself upright, where he stood, swaying shakily, and intent on getting Proserpina to safety.As he stepped out, his gun in his hands, Be
LucienSeeing the look passing between them seemed to send Oleg into a murderous rage.He moved his hand further down and twisted her arm painfully and Proserpina screamed in pain, bending double with the cruelty of his treatment.‘Lucien!!!’ she cried and he moved forward.‘Not so fast Delano!’ Oleg shouted 'or I shoot your pregnant wh*re!’He turned and began to drag her away, preparing to escape down the corridor. Proserpina was on the floor, resisting him, a hand on her large belly as she sobbed, “No! No!’, she was now screaming in agony.Lucien was bellowing in rage and terror as he tried to move ahead, to get to her, “Don’t hurt her! Leave her you *****! Proserpina!!!Proserpina!’*He continued to fire at the cordon of men who had appeared before Oleg, to allow him to leave through the hole that had been created by their grenades in the passage.But when Oleg stopped to look at Lucien, his lips drawn back in a snarl, Lucien halted.“One more shot you people fire will cause this
Lucien He rushed forward, scooping up his wife into his arms even as she collapsed in a heap.The dead man fell down beside her, his heavy outstretched arm across her neck but Proserpina was too far gone to care.His gun clattered harmlessly to the floor beside them and Danielle darted forward and grabbed it.Lucien knelt beside her, cradling her in his powerful arms.Her long brown hair was matted and dirty as it hung around her. There was blood on her face, her left eyelid was swollen and a purple bruise was forming on her cheek. The soft lips he worshipped were swollen, the lower lip cut, a deep slash of blood on it. She was still the most beautiful, the most precious thing he had ever had, he realised, his heart aching as he traced her features with his eyes. Her eyelids fluttered for a minute, the cracked, dry lips trying to smile as she breathed,“Gaston…My love… I knew …”He looked into her eyes and then turned away, too choked to say anything. She squeezed his hand gently.
LucienHe sat, his eyes closed, his lips on her small hand.The nurses were speaking. They were conversing between themselves softly, fearful of the people on board. Lucien had asked Danielle to stay behind. Aiyana looked like she needed help, despite her tall claims. She had been white-faced and in need of a doctor. Yet the stubborn woman had opted to stay back and make sure that Lucien and Proserpina could get away safely.Now he tuned in to the words that came his way, filtering into his fevered, tired brain.“…surgery…”“Chances of survival…few…”Lucien’s head reared up. he looked livid, his eyes glinting harshly as he gripped the hand of the man near him, the small built male attendant who had just had a man hold a gun to his head.“What did you say?” he snarled, “What did you just say?”The little man looked like he was about to wet himself. The big blonde woman stepped forward. The cabin was cramped but she managed to make him look at her. In a no-nonsense manner, she snapped,
Lucien The ambulance aircraft touched down at a hospital in the city in a few hours’ time. Proserpina had slipped into a state of unconsciousness and he could see that the two nursing assistants were becoming increasingly agitated.He had already arranged for a group of his men to join him at the hospital and when they touched down, a large group of his trusted men was waiting there. A local arms dealer, who was also an important man in the government, was waiting for him too. Chico Martinez was a tall and elegant man, his thinning black hair neatly gelled and his clothes as dapper as ever. He was also a thorough gentleman if one could use the term for a gangster with morals.*“Your wife?” he said, coming forward, noting the grim-faced look on Lucien Delano’s face.“Is she alright?”He watched along with Lucien as the unconscious little woman was wheeled away immediately by a set of frantic attendants. Lucien made to follow her but Chico laid a restraining hand on his arm.“They a
ProserpinaI felt as though my body was being torn apart.I wanted to scream out but my body simply was not up to anything. Wearily, I surrendered myself to the welcoming darkness that rushed at me…LucienHe had bounded out of the lounge and grabbed the arm of one of the nurses in a vice-like grip.“What has happened to my wife?” he bellowed.“Sir, please Sir…,” stuttered the hapless young man, mortally terrified by the sight of the dishevelled, bloodied grey-haired man with pale, deadly eyes. Schwartz gently released the man, gripping Lucien’s arms, forcing him to calm down.Martinez had also appeared. Speaking in rapid Spanish, he managed to find out what was happening.“Your wife…” He looked strained as though afraid of Lucien’s reaction as he went on,“She… she has lost a lot of blood…”“F*CK!” roared Lucien, distraught and almost beside himself. He turned away, unable to listen to anymore.They had managed to save her from the clutches of the monster that was Dmitri, only to lo
ProserpinaI felt the white light around me fade away gradually.A sense of being in unexplored lands overcame me. I saw myself turning away, facing a land that lay in front of me, familiar and new, all at once.And then I was opening my eyes slowly.My heart swelled with trepidation and a deep unrest, a disquiet. And with it, a longing. A desire to return.Return where? asked my rational brain, kicking in at once.I opened my eyes slowly.*Cautiously.*My first thought was,” Where was I?”The room was unfamiliar. White walls, cool air…I squinted and winced. My body, especially my stomach, felt as though I had been under a road roller. The thoughts began to swirl in my head.What was I doing, lolling about in bed?I needed to fix breakfast; where was Claude…?And the twins? What about them? Was Lucien back home from wherever he had gone?Urgently, galvanised into action, I tried to swing my legs over the bed, but my body was too heavy.My legs refused to cooperate.And a large, d