The Risks of Love

Chapter 32

Luciano's POV

I cracked my knuckles and neck as it was sore from being on guard for so long. Infront of me laid a pool of people, who were bleeding to death, decorating the ship into beautiful scarlet red pool of blood. 

I looked around, looking for any survivors on the ship, when I heard a small voice of Jessica. I couldn't make out what she was saying but I figured she was in trouble at her strained voice. After locating her position, I hid myself behind a wooden box of weapons and got ready to shoot everyone who was surrounding her. 

After getting every single soul on the ship dead, both of us lowered our weapons and stared at the horizon of the sky where the sun was setting. I was admiring the sky when Jessica turned around and a gunshot was heard. 

Out of instinct, I turned around to see Jess frozen on her spot, unmoving despite the bullet which was shot at her. I grabbed her arms and pushed her off the ship, making me fall with her from the impact. 

The cold water felt really refreshing and amazing on my skin, after an arduous mission. I swam and surfaced above the water but Jess was nowhere in sight. After taking a deep breath, I dove into the water to check if Jess was still in the water but she was nowhere in sight. 

I then swam out of the sea but with every single second passing, my gut instinct told me something was wrong. The unsettling nerve told me to go back and check the sea one more time. 

I then took one more breathful of air and swam to the very deep part of the ocean but I still couldn't find any trace of Jess. I then saw a streak of red blood and air bubbles not very far away from me and I pumped my legs to swim deeper into the sea. 

Then I saw an unconscious Jess, drowning in an even deeper part of the ocean. She was drowning, with her arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, totally unconscious and out of breath. When I caught her, I didn't even hesitate as I connected my lips with hers and passed her a bit of oxygen that was left in my mouth. 

Not wasting a second, I swam with Jess in my arms, desperate to get her out of the water. How could I have been so selfish to swim away without her? 

When I surfaced from the water, I didn't even bother to ease my lungs after being underwater for so long. I pumped my legs with all my might to get to the shore and when is saw a pale and lifeless Jess on the ground, I felt a pang in my heart, as if someone tore my heart into pieces. 

After taking a position next to hers, I worked CPR on her, begging that she would throw up the damn water and open that beautiful eyes of hers. As minutes passed, she never opened her eyes and I started to panic. 

I didn't know I was crying until a tear dropped from my eyes and onto her face. I closer her nose, opened her mouth and blew air inside, once, twice and thrice but she never opened her eyes. Not willing to give up just yet, I kept thrusting her chest with my hands. 

People were gathered around me and some fell on their knees, seeing the state their leader was in. I was too occupied with my own feelings to bother about them.