𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒂

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻; 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗲

I don't really know what I was expecting.

Was I expecting Aiden to burst in through the door and shoot Grayson and everything would all be over and done with?
Was I expecting him to politely ring the doorbell, but turn around once he saw the amount of money he was expected to pay?

I was not expecting the window beside me to shatter, a rogue bullet barely missing my shoulder.

I was not expecting Aiden to scale the house and collapse into a heap of glass when he finally entered the building.

I was sure as fuck not expecting Grayson to burst into the room like a Disney villain, only to be shot down by another bullet from Aiden's gun.

And to top it off, I can wholeheartedly admit I was not expecting the words, "Please don't kill him," to escape my lips.

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Suddenly I could feel the stares of both men on me.

Had I really just told my husband not to kill the first boy I ever loved, despite the fact I was currently being kept prisoner in his spare bedroom?

Yes. Yes, I had.

They say first loves stay with you for a lifetime, no matter how heart-breaking the ending to your tale was.
But the truth was, Grayson and I were still friends, we'd always been friends; never anything more.

How can a story have an ending if there was never really a beginning?

Surely, it simply can't.

I loved him.
Yet that was years ago.

Before he was Grayson Valentina, heir to the fortune of Rome, he was simply just Gray, the little boy with an inquisitive mind and big smile.

Before the crisp suits and perfect haircuts, the sports cars and mansions, there was just a boy with messy hair and wrinkled t-shirts, toy tractors and days he spent playing with my dollhouse.

As a toddler I had watched my parents' relationship crumble because my father was the exact man I had watched him, my best friend, become.

I promised myself I would never end up like my mother: a twisted version of a woman who cared more about the wads of cash in her purse than her own fucking children.
And if that meant learning to get over Grayson, so be it.

It had been 10 years now, but the scars were still fresh.
A cut for every stolen glance, every kiss, every moment that lasted a lifetime.

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Aiden hadn't moved, his fingers poised on the trigger ready to shoot the figure in front of him any moment now.

"I said, don't kill him Aiden, and for God's sake put the fucking gun down so we can discuss this like the adults we supposedly are."

I had finally regained my composure.

"This isn't the type of thing you have a committee for Rosa," Aiden hissed, "the dickhead needs to be put in his place and know you can't go kidnapping another's wife."

"Ok I am not an object thank you very much and for the fucking record I'm hardly being kept in a dungeon, in case you haven't noticed this room is the practically the size of your kitchen."

He laughed.
A high pitched ghastly sound that no human should ever be allowed to make.

"Are you telling me this motherfucker is richer than me? Are you taking the piss Rosalie."

"My name is Rosa dickhead, and yes, yes that is exactly what I'm saying."

"Why do you always have to have a response to every fucking question?"

"Is that not what questions need? Answers. Or was it rhetorical?"

"What if it was?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Then I would say you needed to work on your social skills, darling," I responded, anger and hatred bubbling away at my soul.

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I don't really know how it happened.

I had been there, a gun pointed at my own head then blood had splattered across the walls.
A concoction of everyone else's blood but my own.

Now I was sat in my bedroom at home, a private doctor wandering around the room checking my vitals every few minutes.

Here's what I remember.

If they insisted on fighting over whatever their fucked up cause was, I wasn't going to stand and listen to it.
I would rather die than watch anyone else get hurt.

Ironic, eh?

God, I was starting to sound like him.

Next thing I knew Grayson took a shot at Aiden, a bullet firing from a gun he didn't seem to have on him just a few moments prior.
Aiden fought back, another shot firing in the opposite direction.

Then I fainted. Fucking fabulous.

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I'm fucking crying, this chapter is so incredibly bad.
I can't write fight scenes or anything remotely similar.

Sorry for the disappoint, I feel bad having made you lot wait ages for this.

sending love,
m<3