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Chapter 63

THIRD PERSON'S POV

His screams echoed through the dark and cold basement. His cries were ignored as the whip made contact with his skin over and over again.

He wailed and as the sharp knife dug into his skin.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" A cold voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

He nodded his head vigorously, more tears falling down his face, yet that didn't stop his fingernail being pulled out.  

"P-please, I-I'm sorry." He begged yet again, yet his apologies and begging were falling on deaf ears.

"Sorry isn't gonna bring her back, you son of a bitch!" The man yelled and punched the guy in the face.

The few teeth that were still hanging on fell and blood poured out. He spat his blood and looked at the man who's been torturing him for months.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and looked down.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled and forced the chained guys finger down. He bought his small knife and sliced the finger off.

The man yelled and screamed at the top of his lungs, wiggling around the chair. Yet the man didn't even flinch, instead he just smiled in satisfaction.

The guards outside cringed and winced as the mans screams ran through the halls, they've never seen their boss act this way, so heartless, so cruel, they've never seen someone get tortured this way, this bad.

Back inside the cell, the man looked at his watch and bought his knife down to the table. He wiped it clean and glanced at the guy chained to the chair.

The man in the corner smirked and cracked his knuckles. He was watching everything and was feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.

He walked towards him slowly and stood behind him. The guy started shaking like a leaf. His breathing became hard and uneven.

He slowly leaned down and whispered "I'll be back, wait for me okay? He'll have his fun while I'm gone." And with that he stood back up again, nodded to the man standing in the corner and walked out of the cell.

The guards looked nodded in respect, he nodded back. He made his way to his office and looked at himself in the mirror, he never looked at his face tho, it bought bad memories that he's been trying to bury.

He changed his bloody suit and bought a cigar to his mouth. He inhaled the substance and then exhaled. Thick clouds of smoke surrounded him, he inhaled again and again. Only when he felt calm and satisfied did he put it down.

He glanced at his watch and then moved towards the door. He left the warehouse and made his way towards his car.

He started driving where he knew his family would be. His mind was blank yet occupied at the same time.

He reached and parked, he got out and started making his way inside. He moved towards the deserted part and stopped once he saw one of his younger brothers staring inside the window.

His heart squeezed painfully, no matter how much he tried to forget he couldn't. He wouldn't.

He made his way towards him slowly and stood beside him. They stood in silence for a while until his brother broke it.

"It's been so long." He whispered as his voice cracked at the end.

He didn't reply, instead looked inside the room. It has, in fact been so long,

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, her face flashed in-front of his eyes and he immediately opened his eyes

He slowly left his brothers side and quietly opened the door. He made his way inside with quite footsteps. He sat down in the chair placed beside the bed.

He held her small skinny and cold hand in his and sighed.

It's been 7 months since the accident. Since she last opened her eyes. Since she last laughed. Since they heard her angelic voice.

It's been 7 months since she's been in a coma, and 7 months since Alexander has been blaming himself. It's been 7 months since she jumped in-front of him and saved his life, since she took a bullet for him.

He can't sleep, he can't eat, and he can't function. The mafia got even more powerful, her accident and absence caused him to snap, he became even more heartless.

He can't close his eyes without her face flashing in-front of him. He can't look at himself in the mirror without looking at her. Especially his eyes, looking into his eyes is like looking into hers, and he can't handle it.

He sees her only in his dreams, laughing and talking, he misses that, and he can't have anything to blame but himself.

Everyone assured him that it wasn't his fault, but to him it was, if only he noticed the red dot, if only he pushed her out of the way, then she'd be nice and healthy.

He visits her everyday, whenever he feels drained he comes and talks to her. He visits her with a tub of their favorite ice cream and sits there and for hours and speaks with her, but she never responds. Only he wishes she did.

"Come on Belle, it's time to wake up." He whispered and kissed her cold forehead.

She didn't respond, she never did. He sighed and hugged her hand closer.

"You've been asleep for too long, I owe you an ice cream date, no? But you need to wake up first. And the first thing we're doing is going." He whispered, his voice echoing in the silent room.

The low sounds of the machines beeping slowly were always the only sound in the room, besides the occasional whispers.

He heard the door room open yet he didn't turn around, knowing it would be his father or one of his brothers.

He felt a hand being placed on his shoulder, his muscles stayed tensed and he gripped his sisters hand tighter.

"You know it's not your fault." Vincent whispered.

He slightly looked back at him and clenched his jaw.

"Whose fault is it then?" He said through gritted teeth.

His brother sighed and replied, "It's the bastards fault who shot her!"

His face twisted in anger and regret, "It should've been me! Me! I should be the one lying on that bed, Vincent!" He replied angrily and stood up from the chair.

His brother looked at him with hurt all over his face, "She wouldn't want you blaming yourself like that, please."

He gripped his hair in frustration and paced around the room, "It's my fault, don't you dare tell me otherwise. She jumped in-front of me! The bullet was meant for me!" He pointed to himself angrily and clenched his fists.

Silence fell over the room, no one said anything after that, everyone knew that the bullet was meant for him, someone was planning on killing him, but no one noticed but her.

Suddenly, the machines started beeping loudly as both brothers looked at the machines feeling panicked and fearing the worst.

Alfonso bursted inside the room, slamming the door open. He looked painted as he ran towards the bed with two nurses running behind them.

He started checking what's wrong. Till the beeping finally stopped as everyone held their breaths.

A small cough bought everyone's attention.

Alfonso looked at his brothers and uttered the words they've been wanting and waiting to hear.

"She's awake."

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