Arranged Love

9- Greyson & Liliana

I'm driving down the highway after I basically dragged Liliana out of that party. I loved having her so close to me, but that feeling replaced my emptiness as soon as I sat her down in the passenger seat of my car.

Her head is resting on the window and I've never seen her as calm as she is when she's sleeping. God damn, she's beautiful. I can't help but wish she wasn't as scared of me as she is. I can understand it though. I mean she is so innocent and I'm a killing mafia boss.

I've never felt this way about some though, ever.

I finally pull into the driveway, expecting Liliana to wake up from her peaceful sleep, but to my surprise, she stays asleep, her breathing steady and calm. Fuck it.

I walk to her side of the car and gently open the door hoping not to wake her.

Once I have the door open without waking her, I gently slide her into my arms and lift her out of the car, and into my arms.

She is so goddamn light, I could hold her forever.

As soon as the door to the house closes once we are inside, her eyes open being met mine. She tells me she is fine now and she can walk. Damn it.

But I comply and gently set her down on the ground.

As she reaches the floor, her hand brushes against my back and right over my gun. Fuck.

She freezes in a place like she just put the pieces together.

She looks up to meet my eyes and all I see in her is pure horror.

She starts slowly backing away from me, still shocked and scared.

I try to approach her carefully, but as soon as I take a step towards her, she turns on her heels and bolts to go up the stairs.

I'm right behind her on the stairs but she is just out of my grasp.

She reaches her bedroom door and slips in right before I can get to her.

She slams it right in my face and I can hear it lock from the inside. SHIT.

I smash my fist into the door. I was just getting her comfortable, and I blew it, I fucking blew it. "Godamnit Liliana!" I yell frustrated at myself that I fucked everything up.

I hear her muffled sobs through the door like she's trying for me not to hear her.

I didn't mean for the yelling to be directed at her, I'm mad at myself. It's not her fault. Of course she's fucking scared of a godamn gun! I'd be surprised if she ever saw a gun, let alone touch one, which just happens to be on the man that she's supposed to marry, and now she probably thinks I'm going to do something to her.

Liliana-

Holy shit he has a gun. He's going to kill me. It was a trap, everything was a trap. How could I be so fucking stupid?

I hear him slam his fist against the door and I finch.

Then I hear him yell "Godamnit Liliana!"

I cover my mouth and let out my sobs. I'm not going to let him hear me and have the satisfaction.

This is it, I'm gonna die. I can't breathe. Fuck. Another panic attack.

I run to the bathroom and my legs give out once I'm inside.

I'm hunched against the wall and I can't stop crying which is making the breathing matter worse. I couldn't care less if he heard me now. I just wanna breathe and for this to be over.