𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐀 | 18+

Chapter 38

Lorenzo

I squeezed her hips lightly. It doesn't take much for me to lose control of myself these days, this woman is best at upsetting me. If we hadn't been in this situation, I'd have been slapped her tempting ass long time ago.

Now I can't risk it, I don't want to lose her again. Nevertheless I couldn't resist her plump lips, I had to feel them. I bent down and just did it.

Finally, after so many months of agony and loneliness, I felt those soft, warm lips again on my own. A second that was an eternity to me, the same as the lack of it these months.

It was enough for me to see the glint of that warm spark in her eyes. I felt her tremble at my touch, heard her heart beating rapidly. How good it is to hear that again.

When I awoke from this trance, I moved away from my tiny being, giving it space.  It was nice to see that I was still acting on her. I took her hand and dragged her towards the hospital with me. 

Unfortunately she won't like it what we want to show her and I know that it will be difficult and hard for her. However with Marcelo and Stefano we decided not to hide the truth from her.

After a few minutes, we were in the Intensive Care Unit, where men were waiting for us at the door to one of the steel walls. I glanced at Valentina and saw fear and nervousness on her face. She looked at me questioningly, frowning slightly. 

Suddenly Santiago came out of the room and stopped short when he saw Valentina.

"What are you–" She whispered looking at him, then the white door and so several times back and forth.

"No, it's not possible." She groaned.

"Princesa, I'm so sorry." Santiago said, his voice breaking.

Although she didn't listen him, she passed him and swung the door open, freezing in the doorway. I noticed how she put one hand to her mouth and nervously bit the inside of her cheek, while the other was holding the handle as tightly as it was about to fall.

Her indigo eyes glazed over, yet no tear came out.

Valentina

Her small body was lying on the hospital bed, and if it weren't for the devices she was attached to, I'd have thought that she was just asleep.

Her long brown hair cascaded perfectly against the pillow along her shoulders. Luisa face was calm, and the rising chest was a relief. I couldn't take my eyes off my friend, my little sister, my sunshine.

What happened? I took the first step and then another, on soft legs I approached her. I wanted to hear her sweet voice, her squeaky laugh. The only thing that greeted me was the sound of the device beeping.

The pressure in my chest became painful and the trembling of my hands was unmanageable. I dropped my elbows on the chair, hiding my face in the chin on my thighs. Uphill each time.

"She's strong, she fights all the time." Dad's voice echoed in the white room. I can only imagine how he suffers and mom.

I take a few deep breaths, keeping my nerves under control.

"How? When–" I couldn't make a sentence, it was too much.

"A car hit her yesterday and it wasn't accident." This time Lorenzo spoke up. 

Tearing my hands off my face, I stared up at the russet irises.

"What do you mean that wasn't accident?"

"It was a message." I frowned, he sighed heavily, as if what he wanted to say was really hard. "Message for you." He finished.

Just wonderful.

"What was the message?" I asked damn afraid of the answer.

"It's not the end." This time, the dark-eyed man surveyed me with his mysterious gaze.

"These words were engraved on the Luisa body."

I got up abruptly from the chair, probably too abruptly. I immediately felt an unpleasant dizziness and nausea. Instinctively, I grabbed the back of the chair to keep from falling. However Lorenzo's reaction was immediate, and a second later he was holding my hips.

"Sit down, you don't need any stress in your condition." He whispered looking into my eyes, but I wasn't going to sit.

I freed myself from his grip, despite his objection, and went to the window.

Giovanni.

He's taking revenge, I knew he would want to find me. I even expected that he would eventually succeed. He found that I escaped and hit my sweet spot which was my dearest sister.

I'd have jumped into the fire with her, I'd have given my life for her. Now she's suffering because of me. Luisa didn't deserve anything that happened tl her, she's just a little child. How someone had been so cruel and wanted to kill a innocent child, which has nothing to do with it.

"Valentina?" Marcelo's voice brought me back to earth.

"What's going on?" He continued. I turned to face them, the three men watching me expectantly.

"What did you do this for? Why did you bring me back to Italy?" I glared at Lorenzo with a murderous glare. He was looking at me impassively and showing nothing as usual.

He didn't have to answer because his gaze spoke for itself. I huffed under my breath as my fingers twisted into my hair. "This is a fucking joke."

"Now he's planning to kill my entire family and we don't know where he even is!" I shouted.

"He won't do anything." Lorenzo spoke, his voice was filled with venom.

I looked at him, resigned. "You don't know it!" I groaned pitifully.

"You'll be fine, we'll take care of everything." Marcelo interrupted.

"I've heard that before." I whispered to myself, but I know Lorenzo held his breath at these words. I hurt him at every turn. My every word hit him like a shield.

In fact, it was my fault, because of me Luisa was now in a coma. All I want to do is now to kill Giovanni in the most suffering, paintful dead he deserves.

I swear he will be beg for forgivness.

I headed towards the door, grabbing my little sister cold hand earlier. "Forgive me, Luisa." I whispered, smiling sadly.

The pain I felt in my heart was unmatched by any. When your loved one suffers because of you, you feel nothing but disgust.

"Bambola where are you going?" When I was ready to leave the room. I didn't speak so he called me by name again. I started, automatically stopping.

I turned to face them, dad cried out for anger is an understatement what I felt now.

"Stop calling me that." I strained through gritted teeth. My father looked at me in amazement, and so did Marcelo.

Only amber irises pierced my face, how? With understanding? No... I haven't just figured it out, what he can understand.

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