Dean P.O.V.
Throughout my whole life, I only had one kind of love, and that was my dad's. But I knew the love he once had for me was gone, the only thing he had to give me was his anger.
That's when I stopped believing in it, I stopped believing in love. Do I want it? Yes. Do I have love to give? Yes. But do I deserve it? That was always the worst question. For years I believed that I deserved everything bad, but then she came into my life.
Athena.
She came to my life like a fucking tornado and changed my life completely. She gave me a purpose, a place where I feel that I belong but most importantly she made me believe in love again, and she made me love her.
When she supposedly died, it hurt so fucking much. I knew that my feelings for her were strong, but missing her all this time I understood how strong they really were. And now she's here again, beautiful as always.
But now I have all these kinds of thoughts running through my mind. How's she here? Why didn't she call? Was this her plan? But for what? A big entrance? That can't be right.
Our eyes were locked for some minutes until she finally took the first step, at the same time I took mine, we both kept walking until we finally were face to face, I raised my hand to cup her face, I know I'm touching her, I feel her skin, her warmth, but all of this feels so unreal.
Without wasting any more time, I lowered my head so our lips could meet. What I'm going to say is so fucking cliche but it's also the truth, the room became silent and everyone disappeared for this moment and I felt fucking fireworks. It was just us in this big room. My heart was beating rapidly, almost bursting with love for this girl.
All because of this girl.
We pulled back, unfortunately, but we needed air.
"How?" That was all I said. People started getting closer to talk to her, but she grabbed my hand and pushed me to go with her, we went to a balcony and she closed the door. She came to me, wrapped her hands around my neck, and pulled me down to another breathtaking kiss.
"It was bad, but I didn't die." She said and I glared at her.
Clearly, she didn't die.
"How?" I asked again.
"After I left Fred I was getting closer to the house, a guard caught me, the fucker was gigantic. We fought for a while but he was too much for me, so I decided to just run in the house direction while trying to detonate the C4 then the explosion happened, blowing me away, like really away." She said.
"What happened next?"
"The doctor told me I was laid in the mud between trees and bushed, they only found me two days later, he said the low temperatures helped me somehow, anyway I was in a coma for a week and a half because of brain bleeding, I got this scar." She said showing me the left side of her head that was shaved.
"Why didn't you call?"
"Because I could remember the numbers, I still can't, my phone was smashed."
"So you lost your memory?" I asked, worried.
"Not all, just numbers, yours, Fred, even the right address."
"And you are okay?"
"I also had my hip and both shoulders dislocated, it's sore but I can manage. I missed you so fucking much Dean." She said and wrapped her arms around me.
"I love you." I blurted out.
"What?" She said with wide eyes.
"You left me, you told Fred to tell me you loved me, I never had the chance to say it back. I love you."
"I love you too Dean." She said and we kissed, I can get enough of her, I missed her so much.
"Never leave me again." I said to her.
"I promise, if you promise not to leave me too."
"I promise." I said.
"We better go inside, there's a lot of explanations to give before everyone starts making conclusions of their own." She said.
"Let's go. Go talk to the others I'll wait for you at the bar."
"Wait." She said, I stopped and looked at her, once again she pulled me to her so we could kiss.
"You should wear suits all the time, you look really good with those muscles." She said with lust in her eyes.
"Well, let's get this thing over and we can make for the lost time. Just the two of us." I said to her.
"Let's." She said and started walking faster making me chuckle.
Unfortunately, we had to separate for a few minutes, she was right she had to explain how she was alive or they could turn on her and say she was faking it for some reason. I was in the bar, my eyes on her while she talked to our allies when someone came to my side.
"She's a real beauty, isn't she?" I looked to my right side and saw Darragh, the Irish mafia leader. I followed his line of sight and he was looking at Athena.
"What do you want?" I asked, ignoring his first question.
"I want to make people suffer. Specially the Italian and American."
"Why?"
"Honestly I don't know, it's my heritage, this started a long time ago, but I'm the first doing something." He said.
"Why can't you be the one to end it? You know, white flag and shit?" I asked.
"With time you'll learn that that's not how things work."
"Hmm."
"I'll give you a choice. You see Athena..." he started and my head turned to him.
"You will not touch her." I said through gritted teeth.
"She will suffer one way or another, but I let you choose. I can get her and kill her, or I can give her a broken heart."
"How's that?" I asked, my blood was boiling.
"I'll kill you instead. I saw you two together outside on the balcony, I saw the way you look at each other, and that 'i love you' shit was so romantic."
He said with an evil grin on his face."I'll give you two days with her, but you have to choose, you die and she lives, I'll make sure she gets your body, or parts of it, just to hurt a little bit more, OR I get her, and trust me I will get her and make imaginable things to her and then kill her." He said coldly.
"I-" I started but he cut me off.
"Don't worry, in two days I'll be in touch and you can tell me your decision." He said and left.
There's no choice to make, I rather see her cry than see her dead. She will get over me, she will find another man to love and to love her too. I don't need to think about this.
I'm sorry Athena but I'll have to break my promise.
I just can't let anything happen to her.
This chapter is finally out, I had a meltdown, I wrote and deleted this chapter at least four or five times!!
I hope you like it 🥲
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