The ruckus and chaos happening on the other side of the door, kept Anet's hand frozen around the doorknob.
Her heart raced. Nerves shot.
The noises died down. She feared the worst. Opened the door.
The room... it looked as though a storm crashed through. It had, in the form of Vic and all his anger and pain. In 1928 it would have scared her... But it felt... like everything raging inside her.
Vic struggled under the weight of all his expectations, terrors, pains, torments. He sat on the ground against the overturned desk. Head hung low between his arms extended over his knees. Revolver gripped in his hand.
Anet crossed the room.
"Vic." She said softly.
He looked up. Bloodshot, eyes meeting hers.
"Anet." his voice broken.
"Shh, I'm here." She calmly touched the revolver. He released it to her. "I'm here." she slid the weapon far out of reach.
His eyes so filled with pain. Pain she recognized. Maybe deeper, but it was familiar. If she continued down this path, it would become like his. Deep and endless.
"I don't want to do this anymore." his whisper hoarse.
"I know." she drew him into her arms. His head rested against her heart. Calm as she could be, she stroked his fears away. Softly combing her fingers through his hair.
His arms wrapped around her.
Maybe he felt she was pulling him out of the dark abyss, but really she felt she was following him into its depths.
"You're not alone, Vic." she whispered. She could feel the catch in her throat as the words escaped.
He looked up into her eyes.
"Sometimes you just want to run and leave it all behind," she repeated what he'd once told her. "But we can't. This is what we were bred for. There's no walking away. We understand that. Nobody else could. They care, but they don't know... " she held his face between her hands. "I know, Vic. I know."
Their lips met.
Vic pulled her to him.
Anet wrapped him around her. Embracing the ache she felt pounding in her heart. She couldn't be with the one she loved more than anything, but she could be with someone who not only understood her suffocating heart, but who also cared about her. Lorenzo didn't really care about her. He cared about power moves. Vic cared.
And she knew she cared about Vic. She cared as someone who'd seen his pain and torment. Who believed he deserved a better chance for goodness.
She couldn't bring him the goodness he longed for. He couldn't leave the game. But she could step into the abyss with him... It was better Than leaving him to suffer his demons alone.
His kisses traveled down her throat.
Her hands slid into the collar of his shirt pushing it back 'til the buttons resisted.
"Vic." she whispered.
Her thoughts scattered. She couldn't focus on anything. It was a blur of hands and heat as button-down and blouse were discarded.
His hands traveled her back. Fingers brush the nape of her neck, sending tingles up and down her spine. His lips finding place at her neck and lower.
She guided him back, bringing his lips to hers.
Carefully, he reclined her back. Lips never leaving hers. He kissed her deeply, 'til they shared one breath.
"Victor."
YOU ARE READING
Through Time Again
Science Fiction((SEQUEL to Through Time She Came)) "Our family was always important to the Maggios, Anet. In your timeline, we had managed to stay well-hidden. Something changed and brought us back out into the game." 2010 is not how she left it. The Maggio and th...
