Loved With No Bounds.

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 40

                                                                                       ~Grace~ 

The wind is blowing my brown hair in every direction as Ricco speeds down the empty street, beating time to get the gasoline and God knows do what. 

Catherine is missing. Her finger, dress and wedding ring was all we got, and saying they pissed Ricco off is an understatement.  He hasn't said one word. 

"She's gonna be fine." I tell him but he doesn't reply. He only steps on the gas and tries his very best to beat time and save his mother. 

"You're going home with Christopher." He says. 

"I'm not leaving you." I tell him, without a doubt. 

"And I'm not losing you over some fucked up situation that my father caused. You're going home with Christopher." He says as if I don't have an opinion. 

"Ricco, I can take care of myself. I'll be fine, and you could use the help-"

"You can't stay with me Grace." He says and I shift my gaze from my lap to his face, his beautiful face, with eyes that I can look into all damn day. His stress is evident on his face and for the first time in five years, I feel the urge to kill whoever caused him stress. And that scares me more than the bullet I was supposed to be shot with a few minutes ago. 

"I'll be fine Ricco," I tell him and it's only then he looks at me. The same way he looked at me when he couldn't make it to movie night, the same look he gave me when he told me he was leaving for Italy. The look that tells me he's about to break my heart. 

"What is it?" I ask him, internally trying to secure my heart because I know he's about to break it. He continues to look at me, the same way. Then he goes cold. Closed off. He kicked me out of his heart, after giving me access, mere access in just a week. 

"We're not married yet. According to the deal, I can't keep you with me during these kinds of situations." 

Break my heart Ricco, break it once again. You're the only one who can. 

I don't reply to him and his eyes grow soft, a vulnerability swims in his green ocean. But I ignore it as the car stops and Christopher walks over to us. 

He and Ricco exchange words, and he gives Ricco the gasoline. But before Ricco can look at me, I get out the car. I walk to Christophers and I sit in the backseat. I feel his gaze on me. I feel it burn into my skin. I feel his touch as I walk away. But mostly, I feel how bounded we are, by a stupid deal. 

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I walk into Russo mansion and I drop my heels on the floor as I drop on the couch. My mother, Camila, Maya and Angelo are sitting opposite to me. 

"Is he on his way?" Angelo asks me. It takes me a few seconds to realize he's talking about his son. My mind is exhausted, and so is my body. 

"He's stopping off at one of the Russian Warehouses first then he's  heading to the dock." I tell him all I know from listening to Ricco's conversation with Christopher. My throat is dry and my eyes are heavy, I decide to get a glass of water, but Maya's sob  holds me seated. I look across to her as she stares as a box. From my seat I can't see what exactly she's looking at, so I get up and walk to her,frowning when I see her tears fall. 

"She's going to be fine Maya." I tell her, wrapping my arms around her, taking a seat next to her. But as I proceed to sit, I stop halfway. The urge to throw up fights with me internally as I watch a finger, with Catherine's wedding ring. 

My eyes widen and my stomach roils. 

"C-can't we move that?" I mumble, eyeing Angelo, who looks a little too calm.