Finally making her dream come true of becoming a doctor and making her mother proud Francesca begins to believe her life is complete. After what she had been through with her father and seen how her mother was treated by him she never cared for love...
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King's point of view.
I couldn't dare look at Francesca as she sat in my passenger seat. My heart was steady and I'm not sure why. Maybe I was dying of shock. She looked so beautiful tonight and smelled ten times better. I wanted to hold her tight and never let go this time.
"I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm sorry I left without a word. You may not understand why I did it, but I had to. Losing Giovanni left me with nothing, I couldn't take it." Nothing? She didn't give me a chance. A chance to love and take care of her. I turned to look at her but my glance stopped at her thigh. The imprint of a gun strapped to her thigh confused me. I looked up into her eyes and she was not as afraid as she used to be. If anything, I'm the one scared. That's not the girl I fell in love with. Her eyes were no longer doughy but filled with all the sin she's done, while away. So no this isn't the girl I fell for. This is the girl I'm in absolute and utter love with.
"Why didn't you talk to me?" She chuckled and looked back at Bear. "And say what? That I miss him, or that I wish it was me instead? There was nothing to say anymore." She had walls up. Walls of pure stone. "I could've helped you." I pushed. "No one could've helped." Her voice got a bit tense. "You should've let me try." I looked back down to the wheel. "No." She laughed. "All you would've done was tell me you loved me and that wouldn't fix the hole." I scoffed and looked up. "And leaving did?"
"No but it's not a black hole anymore." She pulled down her dress and sat on her hip. She put her hand on my arm and softly tugged at me. "I don't want to fight." She whispered. "I do. Scream. Punch. Shoot." I pointed at her leg. "Do something besides laugh and put on a fake smile that shows me I still have you. Tell me something that'll make me forget the six months I didn't have you by my side." She took her hand off of me and leaned back. "Maybe we met too soon." She whispered trying to keep the smirk up.
"No you don't get to do that right now." I replied. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you didn't say it to ease me and that you meant it. Tell me!" I shouted, causing her to flinch and look away. I took a deep breath but it didn't help with anything. "We shouldn't do this here." She looked back at Bear and petted her head. "When I was ready to run, what did you say? That I had someone keeping me there. So I stayed and didn't leave now you turn and run? You lost your brother. I understand that I do. But what I don't understand is you running after you told me not to. You should've let me stay by your side or at least talk to me."
She shut her eyes and a tear fell down her face. Which she quickly wiped away, once she opened them again and looked at me. Her eyes are now soft like before. "I don't know what to say." My knuckles turned white as I fisted my hands. "Tell me I meant something! Tell me I still have you, Francesca. Look at me and admit to me that you love me."
"I love you!" She shouted. "I loved you from the night at Reid's place. I loved you the day at your parents house and I loved you when Giovanni died. These six months I wanted nothing but for you to find me. Everyone there was holding me down, and I felt like you didn't deserve someone who couldn't show love at the moment."
