Forbidden Desires

Chapter Fifty Five

Amara's POV

There he was, on the table, practically gone.

It's been a month

A month since the night of the accident, a month since Luca was put into a coma.

I've spent every minute here, watching him as he slept.

The doctors told me he could wake up, and they tell me he might not. I don't know what to believe anymore.

So I'm always here, watching over him for any movement, any sign that he's still alive.

Derek has been running the mafia while I'm gone, and I couldn't have been more thankful.

The death of Jack and Mason was hard, it still is. But now I watch the person I love the most die in front of me slowly, is worse.

The days are slow, I barely sleep, or eat.

I laugh to myself, my chuckle echoing across the quiet room of machine beeps.

Luca would kill me knowing I was doing this.

So why am I?

Because if he's gone, if he dies. I have to die too, I can't go on without him. How do I run a mafia without him? How could I ever love somebody again?

I thought these things daily as I watched him sleep, the breathing tube stuck down his throat and the machines hooked up to his body beeping steadily.

Sometimes they would start to beep fast, and doctors would rush in. But I would just watch, blankly, as they revived him, his body reacting to the shock.

But now it's quiet, no fast beeping, no doctors, just him and I.

I talk to him, a lot.

I tell him about our future, how scared I was of becoming a mom. How such a great father he would be.

Would he even be a father?

I was brought out of my thoughts when the door swung open, revealing Derek.

"How's he doing?" He asked, coming up to me and handing me a cup of coffee.

"Fine," I said quietly.

I knew there was concern on his face as he watched me stare at Luca. And I didn't care.

"You missed Jack's funeral," he said after a moment.

I didn't answer him, I didn't even take a sip of the soothing liquid in front of me.

"I understand it's hard, but Amara- it's been a month," he said from beside me, "It's time to move on."

I finally took a sip of my coffee, the warm substance making it's way down my dry throat.

I didn't answer him, nor look at him. And I knew he was gone when I heard the soft click of the door closing.

Another week has gone by now, and I sat in the same place, same spot, staring at the same man.

Maybe I should leave, never come back.

Maybe that will save me all the pain.

But as I grabbed my bag, I couldn't leave the door, I couldn't leave the man I love.

So I stayed for another week, another long week.

I don't remember the last time I ate, the last time I slept.

I was so fucking numb I didn't realize the slight movement in Luca's fingers, the slight twitch at his bone.

I was so caught up in my own fucking thought's I didn't even see him open his eyes, gasping for breath.

And as the nurse came running in, removing the tube from his throat, I started to realize.

He was awake

Luca was awake.

I jumped from my seat, and ran over toward him, grabbing him into a tight hug.

"Amara-" he managed to get out, his words coming out in coughs.

I pulled away quickly, his lips forming a wide smile.

"I fucking hate you," I smiled back, hugging him once again.

"Is that how you treat your dying lover?" he chuckled, letting out a light wheeze.

"What happened?" He asked finally.

"You've been in a coma for over a month," I said, running my fingers through his hair.

"Fuck." he sighed, briefly closing his eyes.

We didn't say anymore when the doctor came through, a look of surprise on his face.

He talked to Luca about what happened, and his injuries'.

I wasn't listening, I just stood there, smiling as I watched Luca nod his head.

The empty feeling was drained away, and I felt whole again, my eyes brightening as I watched the person I love smile back at me.

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Three Months Later

"Are you sure everyone will be okay with this?" I asked Luca as he signed papers at his desk.

"They have no choice," he said to me as he looked up, his eyes trailing over the night gown that covered my body.

"Fuck, I can't get enough of you," he said to me gruffly, and I couldn't help my squeeze my legs together as he stared at me.

"Luca, focus." I finally said, "People won't like the idea of the Italians and Russians joining together." I frantically told him.

"Amara, everything will be fine." he came up to me, pulling me into a warm hug. I smiled as his hands traveled lower, his hands lifting me up to wrap my legs around his waist.

"Once everyone sees this fucking ring they'll understand," he smirked, giving me a kiss on the forehead.

I smiled, pulling my hand away from his shoulder and in front of my face.

It truly was beautiful

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes boring into mine as I put my hand back down.

"I love you too," I said before kissing him, my arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.

He placed me down on his desk, stepping in between my legs.

He arms went to my waist, gripping onto me tightly as I opened my mouth to allow him access with his tongue.

I smiled against his lips, and he pulled back, matching my smile.

He gave me a quick kiss on the nose, and I chuckled, turning it into a laugh as he put his mouth against my neck, biting it lightly.

"What do you say, my love. Should we announce our engagement?" he asked.

I sighed, lightly smiling up to him, "I guess so, fiancé "

He helped me down from the desk, kissing me on the temple as we walked toward the door.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he whispered, grabbing onto my hand as we made our way through our home, walking towards the bedroom to get ready.

The End

A/N- There will be two epilogue's posted tomorrow night :)