Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty-four

Damien's POV

I followed her in my car after she left, but she only noticed I was right behind her when we arrived at the location. I knew something terrible was going to happen. And since I didn't want to stay up all night and worry about it, I went into the warehouse with her.

I noticed when we got close to the prisoner. She shook her head to try to clear it before she gasped in pain. It had cemented my suspicions. I was right to have followed her there. And when it happened a second time, I ran to her side to comfort her and bring her back to herself.

After she had calmed down, I turned to the man who I knew was more powerful than he let on. I watched him warily, trying to figure out what his next move was. And when my wife, who had never bowed down to anyone, dropped to her knees when the prisoner commanded her to do so, I was afraid for her life.

The fact that Hannah was on her knees before this prisoner had my eyes widening in alarm, and I spun to face her underboss, whose name I still didn't know or didn't remember. His claws were out and he was growling at the man, and so were the others around us, prepared to protect their queen. It didn't matter if it cost them their lives.

I relaxed a little, knowing that I wasn't the only one noticing that something was off.

"It was you that night," she said, her dark eyes now wholly white.

He smirked and stood up, the chains releasing him as if they hadn't been wrapped around his body in the first place. He approached Hannah slowly and laid a hand on her face.

When he spoke, his voice was soft.

"Yes, it was me. I was there when you were about to breathe your last breath. I was sent to protect you and give you your power, which you still haven't been able to control. You've just let it spread all over your body like COVID. So, that's why I'm here now. I'm going to prepare you for your enemies before they strike," he informed her.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot pierced the air, and a bullet hit Hannah on the shoulder, blood immediately seeping out of the wound. I rushed to her immediately to aid her, but I heard a menacing growl.

Soon, several more gunshots filled the air, and I knew the warehouse was under attack. The men quickly formed a circle around us to protect us, but the circle quickly broke as the men started to fall like flies after being hit by bullets.

Hannah's underboss rushed to our side and knelt beside me, checking Hannah's pulse. It was getting weaker by the minute. He pulled his hand away with a frown and looked at me.

"What they shot her with is draining her of her life force," he stated, his tone grim.

I was shocked by the statement and I was trying to help my wife, but all he did was create something with his hand, which I discovered was to protect our men from getting shot at. I applied pressure on the wound, but it wasn't working.

"Hannah, please wake up. I love you, baby, but you have to wake up for the sake of our kids," I said, rubbing her back.

"Stop rejecting it, child. Come on," the man said.

I turned to him, fury crossing my face.

"Hey! Why the hell are you not helping me? You're just standing there, speaking rubbish while my wife's dying!" I yelled.

But he did not say a word. He just ignored me, and watched people dying all around us. I looked at Hannah as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I hadn't even noticed until it dropped on her face.

"Wake up, baby, please," I said, rocking her on the leg.

"Stop... stop calling me child," she said weakly. Her eyes flickered open. She looked at me, and her eyes were red. I was shocked and confused. And then the place went so dark, and I felt her leave me. I started stretching my hand to look for her, and the light was on again.

"Damn, this is a scene from every bad horror movie," I thought to myself. I looked around for my wife and felt her lying in my arms again.

"There she is," he said, clapping his hands. "Take her home. She's okay. I'll take care of these."

He seemed so casual about everything. I took my wife to the car and drove us home. As I was about to undress her, she said, "What happened, Damien?"

I was baffled. Did she just kill a dozen men? I didn't know how she did it because everything was so dark. How the hell did she wake up? I held her in my arms and watched her life drain from her body. How do I explain to someone close to death a few minutes ago what happened? Someone, please help me because I need help. I didn't sign up for all this shit when I got married to her at that damn altar.

"I remember, but you don't look at me that way. It's freaking me out," she said.

"What does it feel like to be freaked out? To think that you're losing the person you love the most. I was more than freaked out, Hannah. Let's go take a shower first," I replied.

I carried her inside the bathroom, and we took our shower in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts. When we were done, we put on our nightwear silently and got into bed. I was about to sleep when she said, "I don't know what happened back there, Damien. Everything is just so blurry. I'm sorry if I freaked you out."

My eyes shot open, and I turned to her, my face cold.

"Well, you got shot, but the bullet narrowly missed your heart. You then breathed your last. Thinking that you were dead, I cried and begged you to come back to me. I didn't even care that we were in the middle of danger. Your eyes opened a few moments later, but they looked like your soul had been exchanged with a demon. The building went dark afterward, and you were back in my lap when the lights were back on. And as I carried you out of that building, all I saw were the unrecognizable faces of our attackers," I explained.

When I was finished explaining, Hannah hung her head in shame. She didn't speak for a few minutes, seeming to be in thought.

"Look, I'm sorry I freaked, Damien. But I had never intended for you to join my world, not like this. But you forced yourself," she said. I nodded, my expression blank. She then continued, "I'm proud of you. You took in everything like a man, but it's not my time to die. As he said, I can't fucking control it. But I will try for you. I love you, Damien, and I'm never leaving you," she said, placing her hand on mine and staring at me affectionately.

"You love me?" I asked to confirm.

"Yes, I do," she replied, her features transforming into a bright smile.

We hugged it out, and I knew whatever was coming our way next, we could handle it together.