Always

16| six feet under

GENIEVE

I woke in the middle of the night, shooting straight up in my bed. My instincts were telling me that one of my siblings was in serious trouble. I quickly pulled a sweatshirt over my shirt and made my way out the door.

 Walking down the hallway, I heard someone trashing. I thought it was coming from Alex's room at first, but it was coming from Luca's. Wasting no time, I took my gun out and burst the door open. 

Luca was trashing his bed, whispering, 'all my fault' over and over again. Stashing my gun, I quickly went towards him and grabbed his limbs to stop him from hurting himself. Using one hand to hold him down, I used my other hand to caress his cheek. 

"Luca, baby wake up. It was just a nightmare, I promise you're safe. We're all safe." I whispered over and over again until his eyes opened. 

He looked so fucking scared, I swear my head stopped. 

I quickly pulled his fairly small frame in a hug as he sobbed. "I- was so scared. I-i didn't know what to do." 

Before he could continue rambling, I just shushed him and held him as he cried. "You're okay Tesoro. I promise, nothing was your fault. And I'll keep telling you that until you believe me." 

He sniffed and clutched me tighter. 

"Please don't leave me. The nightmares don't come when you're here." He told me. 

My heart melted. "Of Course not. Come, we'll cuddle, Sì?" I asked. 

He nodded rapidly before scrambling under the covers. I chuckled before getting in after him. 

Pulling him into a hug. I closed my eyes. "Thankyou Gen. You're the best big sister I could ask for." I smiled at him. 

"Night baby brother." I kissed his forehead as I heard his soft snores fill the room. He'll always be my baby brother. 

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When I woke the next morning, I smiled at Luca. "Come on, wake up." I nudged him awake as I started tying my hair up. 

"Gen?" I turned to Luca who was wide awake now. 

"Yes Tesoro?" 

He was fiddling with his hoodie strings, avoiding my gaze. "I was just thinking. Do you think I could get therapy?" He asked. 

"Sweetheart. Of course, whatever helps you. Do you want me to find a specialist for you or you want to pick one out yourself?" I asked, leaning down. 

"Can I pick one? I'll tell you which one I pick." He rambled. 

"Sure. I'll be in my office so you can tell me whenever you decide. Now go get ready for school." He nodded before I made my way out the door to take a shower myself.

I twirled the engagement ring on my finger. My heart was stuck in my throat. I missed her so, so much, but she's gone. Our love is six feet under. I punched the door of my room out of anger as I looked at the biggest frame in my room. It was a candid picture of me and her. She was laughing. She had ice cream on her nose and I was holding her where she was safe. In my arms.

 I was happy. We were going to get married. Then she was taken away from me. Dead in an airplane crash. It was all over the news. They never found a body. Everything went up in flames. 

Billionaire Genevieve Di Angelo's fiancée was pronounced dead as of today. 

My heart shattered and broke. It was an endless void of nothingness for weeks. But I pulled myself together. My siblings needed me. Carter wouldn't want me doing this to myself. I put all my anger, frustration and grief into my work. And the result? Billions of dollars of profit, but no love.