She’s Mine episode 16

😠SHE’S MINE😠

THEME: {She’s claimed by the heartless mafia}

🌹Chapter Sixteen 🌹

~The beginning of fear is when you are at the verge of losing someone special…~

Pain is merciless – capable of breaking and shattering the strongest. It Sears through the body like a storm, sweeping away the strength, making one feel helpless and twisting everything against you.

It makes you beg not to feel.

Her eyes flutters open slowly, she recognized the place to be in the backseat of a car, her head was cradled by warm embrace. Her eyes were dropping, she couldn’t feel neither does she have the damn strength to talk or move. She gave up and fell into unconsciousness.

Again, she opened her eyes, it was more blurry this time around. There were lots of white, blinding lights and mix of voices she doesn’t recognize. She was being rushed to somewhere and she could clearly remember a man in medical mask Peering down at her before she fell into another unconsciousness.

She could hear the cracking of fire, burning up not far away from her. She struggled to open her eyes but damn, she couldn’t. But then again she wasn’t one who give up so easily, she tried again and this time around her eyes did open. She was met with a white ceilings. The cracking fire provided light of glow at the side of her vision. This was the third time she was opening her eyes in just a day? week? month? She has even lost track of time.

The panic and commotion was gone. There was only a distant sound of fire blazing across the room.

Her mouth felt dry and her body was stiff.

She couldn’t move her legs, her hands, or even her head. She was numb from head to toe.

Even as numb as she felt, her brain were still very much intact. She remember hiding behind the counter with the maids, she remember collecting an apple from Emily, she remember going out of cover and walking out of the house in search of ‘him.’ She remember seeing a guy pointing a gun at him unknowingly to him, she remember running towards them and getting in the way of the bullet getting to him, she remember being shot in the stomach, she remember falling unconscious In his strong arms, she remember his last words to her. In other words, she saved him. The heartless monster. The man who snatched her perfect life from her. The man who made life hell for her. The man who turned her peaceful to a… war zone. Did she do herself a favor by saving him? Does she regret ever saving him? The both answers were No.

“Where am I?” The raspy whisper pushed past her chapped l-ips. She wasn’t sure if anyone heard it, or if there’s anyone in the room with her in the first place.

Then there was a shuffling from other side of the room, followed by heavy thumping of footsteps. Dazed, she followed the source of the sound. A tall, huge man approached the bed, his eyes were red as if he cried. Did he cry? Victoria find herself wondering. His hair were disheveled, looking so unkempt. His l-ips were pale which was a sign that he haven’t eaten or drank anything. For how long? She wonder again.

“Amore,” His voice was gruff, thick with accent, reminding her of the fact that he was Italian not American. She could perceive the smell of cigarette, he had been smoking, like really smoking. He sunk down on the bed, careful not to bump into her weak form. “How are you feeling?” He asked in a calm tone.

“F…fine.” She stutters. She wasn’t use to his calm side. Neither was she use to the look in his eyes right now. It was a look of care? hurt? anger? Pain? She couldn’t quite comprehend but it was different from the way he normally stare at her. Very different.

He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why did you do that? That bullet was made for me, why did you take it for me?”

*Way to say thank you, dude.*

“I… I don’t know.” She said in a low voice. Honestly she doesn’t know. Yeah, it was stupid, very stupid. But they were given an opportunity to reverse time she would have still done the same thing. The urge to save him at that time was so strong for her to fight it and look away. “How long have I been out?” She now asked, trying to change the topic.

“Two weeks.” He whispered. “F-ck, I was so….scared.” He breaths out. “I was so scared of losing you. Hell, I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if anything had happened to you. I should have protected you and not the other way round.” He said, his eyes were filled of emotions. Different and new emotions.

His words surprised her. He just admit to be afraid. And it was because of her. He was afraid of losing her? Does he really meant what he say? Does he really care? Or was it only because she was his slave and dying on him will only result to two things; no money, no slave. But then again the look in his eyes held sincerity to the words he said. Should she be stupid to believe them?

She doesn’t even know what to say to that. Victoria just stared at him, trying her possible best to s₱0t a lie in his eyes, deep down she hopes every of his words were real. She hope he was real. At least for once. And as far as she could go, she couldn’t s₱0t any lie.

“I…”

“Don’t.” He warned.

“Don’t what?” She asked, confused.

“Don’t ever do that again. Don’t ever take a bullet for me. Please.”

Wait. Was she dreaming? Or did he take a kind of drug or something? This was all new to her, his sudden calmness were all new to her. He was always ruthless, mean and cold towards her but never have he acted like this around her before. Never.

She blinked her eyes few times at him but he didn’t disappear, it was all real. Him and his words were all real.

rom-no inched closer to her when she made a move to sit up. “Don’t.” He growled. His voice rung with the type of authority that didn’t allow to disobey but being the stubborn girl that she was, she sat up, hissing every single time the pain shot up. Damn, her stomach hurts like a bitch.

She ran her fingers through the bandage around her stomach. She didn’t even know she was crying until she felt his fingertips over her cheek, he wipes her tears off and instead of taking his hands off, he cupped her face in between his hands looking directly into her chocolate eyes. Once again she was captivated in those tantalizing dark eyes of his.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a whisper to her.

She didn’t know why she asked the next words but she felt the need to ask. She doesn’t want to get use to this side of him only to be awoken from the dream and then be meet with his real self again. “I shouldn’t get use to this side of you, should I?”

His hands on her face stiffened at her words. She knew it. She knew the side of him was just for the time being and would only fade when morning comes. Why was she even expecting…

He pulled down his hand from her face and sighed deeply. “I’m sorry for ever treating you so badly.” He said after a long period of silence. Victoria knew he was going to say more so she didn’t say anything but waited for him to go on. “I just…The first day you stepped into my office, I was shaken, I admired your courage and the love you had for your family, you were willing to use to last money to pay off your father’s debt.” He paused, his gaze never left hers. “I wish someone would love me that way…” His trailed off at the last sentence.

She waited for him to continue but he never did.

“What about your family?” She asked. Emily had told about how cruel his father had been and him, himself had told her half of his story at the beach but she knew there was more to the story.

“Are you thirsty?” He asked, diverting the topic. He stood up to his feet, grabbed a jug of water, he poured some Into a glass cup and walked back to sit beside her. He raised the cup towards her l-ips, she parted her l-ips and drank a little. She felt relieved now. Indeed she had needed that water. He dropped the cup on the table and came to sit down again. “Go to bed now.” He urges her. She knew fully well what he was trying to do but she was damn curious to know more about him.

“Do you trust me?” She find herself asking him. He knitted his brows at her, not saying a word. “Do you trust me?” She repeated the questions again, not take her gaze off his.

“Go to sleep, Amore. You need rest.” He tried to stand up but she was quick to grab hold of his wrist stopping from getting up, she hissed at the pain that shot up through her due to the quick movement she made.

“I want to know more about you, rom-no.” She said in her most gentlest voice, giving him a pleading look.

He was fuming, she could see it in his eyes. She was passing her limit. He snatched his hand from her grasp and stood up to his feet, and began taking off his shirt.

“Wait, what are you_”

“You want to know more about me?” He snapped. “Well, I will show you.” He toss his shirt to the other side of the bed and came to stand in front of her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand against his Inked body. Victoria have never seen him unclad before until now. She knew he had tattoos but she never expected it to be this much. “He hurt me. He hurt me beyond measure. He used me as a punching bag to vent out all of his angers and frustrations, it was his way of making me stronger.” He began, guiding her hand over his body. “Every scar was from him. He despise me so much, do you know why?” She didn’t say anything, her gaze were on him. “Because he blames me for his wife’s death. He wished I was dead. He wished I could just die but he knew better, he wanted a heir to take over his mafia and I was obviously the only son and child he had so instead he did the only thing he could…inflict pains and scars on me.” Anger, memories, hurt, pain shot in his eyes. “And maybe he was right. Maybe I did killed my mother. If only I hadn’t asked her to take me out to watch the snow, she wouldn’t have been killed. Everything would have been normal. I would have been normal. But I was so damn selfish. And forced her to her own death.

“I thought i would escape the guilt and memory but no, he never made it easy for me. Every f-cking day he reminded me of my sins. He reminded of what a monster child I was. Whenever it snow, i feel weak and scared. Even mother nature supported him in tormenting me. You’d asked a question if my dad was the one who taught me how to become the monster that I am… well, here is the answer, yes. He made me this way. And hell, I enjoyed watching him die. I killed him when I was fifteen.” Her eyes went wide at that piece. “What, are you surprise? The fact that I killed my father surprise you, don’t it? Trust me, I never regretted killing him. Never.” Victoria gazed slowly lowered down to his chest.

Her breath hitched. He said it with no emotions as if it was a reasonable thing to do. But she doesn’t blame for what he did. Not after what that man did to him. How could one be so wicked and ruthless to their own child? It was okay to be mean to others but to your child? Nah, that’s more meanful.

She had lived her life in happiness while growing up as a child. She grew up with a loving mother, a father (even though he was bent on squandering their money on gambling, he still fathered her well) and a beautiful sister. When she compares her life to his life, she could see the difference between them both. They were very different.

His family were rich, powerful and influential but they were bittered. They were broken. He was broken.

“You think I’m a more bigger monster now, don’t you?” His smile was chilling to the bone, it got her blood freeze in her veins.

“No.” She said after a long pause. “Your father did succeeded in creating a monster but I don’t think you are a bigger one. I don’t blame you for what you did.” Her gaze slowly went up to meet his. “If anything, he deserved it. He had created a monster but little does he know that the same monster he created was going to be the end of him.” She smiled calmly. “He deserved it.” She repeated.

He searched her expression, searching for lies just like how she had searched for lies in his and it came out with the same result; None. rom-no face relaxed to something she had never seen before. “Victoria,” Hw whispered, hearing her name of his l-ips sent chills down her spine. “You’re too good for me. You are too good for the world.”

He leaned closer to her, she could even smell the smoke of cigarette from him. Not like she mind.

His forehead were pressing on hers, she shut her eyes close as he inhale and exhale shaky breath. No. she wasn’t scared of him anymore. He was just a broken guy with a broken soul. Emily was right, he just needed someone to show him the good things of life, he needed someone to show him the opposite of what his family had looked like. Who knows, maybe them crossing path wasn’t a mistake but was for a reason.

Her l-ips parted but no words left. No words were needed to be said. Instead she lifted her head and their l-ips met.

For the first time she k-ssed him with passion. Perhaps she will come to regret this reckless decision of hers but that was trouble for tomorrow because right now, she wanted nothing more than to do this. Than to k-ss him. Call her crazy but she has been crazy right from the moment she jumped right in front of a bullet.

Her hand car-ssed under his defined cheekbone, feeling the s₱0t skin move under the pads of her fingers. rom-no gro-ned in her touch, deepening their k-ss.

Neither pulled away, and both needed more. She needed more.

😚😚.

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# To Be Continued…