Chapter 64

There were days in the past two years of my life where I felt so low, so dead, there were days I had given up on myself and wished for nothing more except for death, there were days where I had lost every ounce of hope, where I had lost the desire to live but even with all the pain, all the sacrifices, the betrayals, the changes of heart, the tears, the sorrows, I always had Luciano over me, bringing me back to life whether it was forcefully or not, he always bought me to shore whenever I drowned.

And it was my time, to become his savior.

I felt a throb in my chest when I saw him on the ground, by the fireplace. The icky scent of blood, wolf and sweat reached up to me and I ignored it. The room, our bedroom, was dark and cold.

My gaze fell upon Luciano who was here, tired and fatigued. His worn out eyes were dropping, in need of rest. There was a little blood by his mouth, his own. His hands were parted away from each other, chained to the bricked fireplace behind.

A sorrow rose in my chest and I got down on my knees, "Hey," I whispered, slowly reaching for his hand. I didn't want to provoke his wolf out. It took hours for Dillion to get him under control.

When I finally got the lightest touch of him, I felt my racing heart beat slowing down. I wrapped my whole hand around his and got closer.

"Are you okay?"

"A little." He responded, giving me a weary blink.

"I'm going to go to Whitebridge in a while and I just wanted to see you before I left. I'm sorry for not coming earlier—Ben wasn't allowing me and maybe—" I lowered my eyes and continued. "Maybe I was a little afraid."

"Don't be." His was throaty and it almost seemed like he was hurting whenever he spoke.

"I know, I shouldn't be." A shaky laugh left my lips. I had been with this man for almost years and I had seen the worst of him. There was no reason to be afraid of him.

In the silence, my eyes watered and a few tears fell down my face. "I don't know what's happening, Luciano. I really want this to stop. I can't imagine loosing you." I held his hand tighter.

"You won't."

"But what if I do? What would I do without you? Nothing. I'll be nothing without you." I gulped down a sob and got nearer so he wouldn't have to struggle moving towards me.

I left his hand and turned around to sit right by his chest. His weak arm fell over my waist, showing an affectionate response. The light from the moon outside shadowed over his face, boarding his chiseled cheeks that I urged to touch. Our gazes met with each other and he smiled at me.

I battled with myself and concluded a couple things to say before I left. If it got too late, at least I could say those things I always wanted to say but never got the right time.

A shiver went through my body again and I said, "I remember the first time you bought me here after we met. Although, I felt like you were holding me hostage but it was great," A grin settled on my face when flashes of that one day went through my head. "I can't believe I let you between my legs the first night itself!"

He laughed with me, "You are always too aroused."

"No, I'm not!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening. "You were and still are. I could make you hard right now, in a second." I fluttered my lashes at him.

"I know." He gave in.

When the laughter died out, I became serious, "I'd do anything for you, even if it means killing someone to save you."

"Don't kill her. You won't ever forgive yourself, Red." He whispered, closing his eyes.

I licked my dry lips and sighed, "I know, I'll try not too." My head fell over his shoulder and I continued. "You taught me so much. You showed me how to love, to care, to become a Queen, to be honest, to love myself, literally everything. I don't know where I'd be without you."

"Sleeping like a virgin Mary?"

My mouth hung and I lightly hit his chest before giggling. "Maybe." When I looked into his eyes, I felt full of love and happiness. He was my life. "You went through so much for me, you—word for word—travelled through oceans for me. You did so much for me and I don't think so else could that ever."

"I'm not dying, Red." He joked.

I scoffed, shaking my head, "I know, I know, I won't let you die, I promise. I will get those six bitches out from their graves and save you. But for now, I just want you to know that I love you so much and that if something goes wrong, please forgive me."

"It wo—"

I placed my finger against his lips. "I know it won't and it hopefully won't," I stretched the cloth of my sweater and wiped the blood off his lips before kissing him. "I'll be back so there is no goodbye here."

"No goodbye." He smiled against my lips.

I almost cried again but stopped. I didn't want to show Luciano how miserable and wretched I was, not now. He needed to be happy so if something went wrong, he'd have great last memories.

After kissing him again, I hugged him and got up from the ground. "I'll see you again, better!"

"I'll see you too. Don't get yourself killed, okay?"

I laughed again, "I won't! I'm not weak."

"Yeah, you're not."

I went closer to the door and just before leaving, I glanced back and saw him again for another time. The second I stepped out of the room, I broke in tears, a thousand of them.

Anna came quickly to me, "You got this." She said, holding my arms.

"What if I don't save him?"

"You will, I know."

I will.

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