Made of Steel

42. I love you

Adriano Di Lauro

I kiss her lips one last time before reluctantly letting her go. I can feel her excessive exhaustion, her paleness coating her skin and the emerald green of her eyes looking dull. She doesn't look well and the only thing I can think of at this moment is to lock her in my room and force her to rest... However, I let her go with a kind of uneasiness whipping at my insides.

I don't like sensations which starts to take over my senses. They want to make me lose control and I can't allow it.

"Hey, are you okay?". My right hand's question interrupts my internal debate. I haven't been able to concentrate all morning and that's got me in a lousy mood.

"I am," I give a terse answer. "I'm trying to deal with a rebel wife".

"The same old story, man", the lawyer scoffs. Situations like these make me rethink our friendship. I can't stand it and he knows it. In fact, that motivates him more to behave like a real bastard. "I think you're fading, my friend. Or maybe you're winning, learning to accept that you can't control everything".

"Dream about it", I huff with marked annoyance. "Better get to work before I'm prevented from checking your dismissing letter".

"I'd like to see it", he laughs at my threat like it's nothing. "You know you need me".

"You're not that important", I sneer, "so get me those contracts and remember to finalize all the details for election".

"Your father-in-law will win, that's a fact".

"Okay", the ringing of my cell phone interrupts our conversation and I order him to sign out while I take the call. It's my head of Security. "Andrea".

"Sir, your wife is not feeling well", those words are enough to prompt me throwing folder and pen in my hands to the ground with weeds. Anger increases one point of making me explode. "She has called her driver to take her home".

"Prepare the car", I demand. "We will leave immediately".

Damn, I should have locked her up.

Damn stubborn.

Without wasting another second, I get in the car and in less than twenty minutes I find myself cruising through the halls of the hospital, my mind racing through miles of tactics to keep her home. I'll tie her to the bed if I have to.

The so-called secretary welcomes me as if I'm just arrived at a five-star hotel, but I walk past her to the door. Then, I find myself with an embarrassing and disconcerting scene.

The beast takes over my body and I begin to tremble with fury. I don't listen, I don't speak, I don't think..., I just execute.

It doesn't take long for my fist to hit the nose of man who has dared to take what is mine.

'Mine!'

Image keeps playing in my head and I can't stop my thrusts. I'm losing control, but this time it gives me enormous satisfaction.

The guy defends himself well, but nobody can against my rage. My layer of metal is stronger than ever.

I throw him against the desk and hit him in the stomach at the same time that I dodge his knee and would have broken his chin if not for my men coming to try and stop me.

However, the killer instinct wins me and I manage to shoot down even the couple of altered subjects to face a war tank.

"Adriano!". The moan catches my attention and I automatically turn to my wife, only to find her in a worse state than she was this morning. "Please, stop".