She was just a new member. Supposed to take information by torturing not going around, making bets, going on missions, sleeping with the handsome boss and more specifically falling for him.
"You're playing a very dangerous game. Didn't I warn you...
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Clara's POV:
"What do you mean I was?" He asks.
"I lost it. I had a miscarriage. The kicks in my stomach killed it." I say not opening my eyes.
"I am sorry. I wasn't able to protect it. I am useless. I lost them all because of myself." I say shaking my head.
"Clara look at me." He says.
"It's my fault. It always is. It's all my fault." I say shaking my head.
"Clara." He calls.
"I am sorry. I am sorry." I say rocking back and forth.
"Clara look at me." He yells grabbing my chin. I open my eyes staring at him.
"It's not your fault." He says.
"It is. It always is. In many ways it is." I say with a sob. He hugs me again.
"It isn't stop hurting yourself." He says.
"I wasn't able to save my mother, unborn sibling, father and now my baby. I am never good enough. I wish I was the one who died instead of them." I say.
"Clara stop." He says grabs my chin again forcing me to look at him.
"Don't ever say that again." He says.
"But..." I was about to protest but he cuts me off.
"No no buts." He says shaking his head.
"I swear if I knew I would've protected it by all costs." I say.
"I know. You are not to blame so stop it." He says. I nod closing my eyes. He presses me to his chest.
"So you aren't mad?" I whisper.
"Not at you." He answers.
I feel myself drifting to sleep.
*****
I wake up in my bed. In Francescos arms. He is staring at me.
"Do you think it was karma? I mean I killed someone's child he killed mine." I ask.
"I don't believe in karma. People do shit and get away with it." He says shaking his head. I nod.
"Clara stop it ok? With this thoughts you're just hurting yourself." He says. I nod.
"I have to go." He says getting up. I nod.
"You come as well." He says. I shake my head.
"No I can't leave you by yourself dress up." He says.
"I am fine." I say with a trembling voice. He goes in my closet and picks an outfit for me.
"Here." He hands it to me.
"No I am seriously fine." I say with a smile. He shakes his head and takes my dress off. He closes his eyes taking deep breaths after staring at my stomach. It's bruised and bandaged.
"You lost weight." He says. I remain quiet.
He helps me wearing the outfit then grabs my hand and goes to the kitchen making a sandwich for me. Peanut butter jelly.
"You won't heal by these." He says shaking his head. I sigh.
"Let's go." He says dragging me out. I didn't even bother to put make up on my bruises. I mean they are not much left on my face but still.
*****
What if I knew I was pregnant? What would've done? Was it a girl or a boy?
"Clara are you listening to me?" Francesco asks.
"What?" I ask.
"Francesco." Matteo says and enters.
"Oh my god. What happened to you?" He asks. I remain quiet.
"She had a fight." Francesco says.
"Bring some food for her." Francesco.
"Do I look like a maid?" Matteo asks. Francesco glares.
"Ok." Matteo says exiting the room.
Matteo brings some food.
"I am full." I say.
"Just eat." Francesco says. I nod.
*****
Three days passed. Francesco never left my side. Today I insisted him to let me stay. He agreed after a while and left himself.
The doorbell rangs. I open the door revealing my grandfather.
"Clara my little one. What happened?" He asks hugging me.
"Who did it?" He asks.
"Did what?" I ask.
"The light in your eyes. It's gone." He says.
"They were a lot, all of them fighting against me. But it wasn't the beatings I couldn't take. It was loosing again. After going to hospital I found out I was pregnant but had a miscarriage." I say with a sob. He hugs me.
"Little one." He whispers.
"Why me? I am always loosing." I whisper.
"Why didn't you call me or your uncle?" He asks.
"Didn't want to bother." I say.
"Bother? Clara stop this nonsense we are a family. If I was hurt and didn't tell you what would you do?" He asks.
"I would be mad." I whisper.
"Then don't ever do it again." He says. I smile and nod.
"Now stop blaming yourself. I know this condition of yours. You're Clara Aloisios. Don't ever forget that." He says. I nod.
"We all have our ups and downs. Don't stay in your down Clara. Shit happens life doesn't stop for anyone or anything. You need to move on and learn your lesson. Our time is too short for being wasted in our downs." He says.
"Now stop hurting yourself. Never forget who you are. Clara Andra Aloisios. Arsenio Achilles grandchild and heir. Angelica Achille and Armani Aloisios daughter and many more. You are the strongest person I ever knew. The most powerful one. Don't loose yourself in that down of yours." He says. I nod.
"Now let's go out and eat." He says dragging me out.
He is right. I am Clara Aloisios. I am tough one. I've been through hell and I should keep going.
"Thank you." I whisper.
"Any time little. Sometimes we need someone to remind us who we are and strong we are." He says. I nod with a smile.
I am so lucky to have him.
*****
"Goodbye." My grandfather says after driving me home.
"Bye." I says. He wants to go and see my uncle and rest.
I go up and take a shower. I wear a dress. The doorbell rangs telling me he is here.
