The Mafia's Rose||R18+ [Completed]

Chapter 61

"Why does it always rain? Because even the rain knows a goddess is in pain"

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EVANORA'S POV

I'm dying.

Let me rephrase that. I feel like I'm dying.

My stomach hurts so bad that I wince anytime I move wrongly.

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror I couldn't seem to recognize myself.

The girl staring back at me looks weak and bloated.

I have been feeling really sick and the urge to throw up has been consistent for the past two days.

I haven't had any appetite to eat even though I have been craving so much lately.

I guess Luca being locked up in his room added to my lack of appetite but I don't know, something seems wrong with my system.

I stared at my flat tummy in the mirror pinching the fat I could grab.

"Is it only me or does my tummy seem to be swelling.." I mumbled to myself my brows scrunched in confusion.

A knock at the door pulled my attention.

"Coming" I yelled pulling my shirt down as I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom halting on my steps at the sight of who it was.

I swear my tummy did a backflip at the sight of him after so long. I know you'd say it's been just three days but fuck it felt like eternity.

My eyes watered. I couldn't help but run into his arms clutching his shirt tightly as he stood rigidly.

I felt so overwhelmed that I sobbed. It immediately turn out into a full blown out cry.

He didn't know what to do as he awkwardly patted my back.

I held onto him like he was my life line. I missed him so much.

I sniffed my nose my emotions was all over the place that I couldn't place my hand on it at all.

I pulled away from him, my nose red as I glared at him.

"You bastard!" I slapped him my tears falling from my eyes.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at me like I was a lunatic.

I bite my lips hard and punched his chest repeatedly

"How could you do that to me! Do you have any idea how worried I have been? I know I hurt you but that doesn't mean you have to hurt me back. What are you a baby? Locking yourself in your room. Only I have the right to throw a tantrum not you. If you ever do that again I swear I will kill you myself" I kept rambling hitting him repeatedly as he just watched me observant.

"I'm sorry" His words flowed like a soothing melody to my ears.

I paused my assault and caught his eyes that held warmth and regret.

He wrapped his hands around my fists that was still placed on his chest.

"I am so sorry baby" He whispered softly.

I swear it's like I have a tap in my eyes and a weird looking guy with a bored look on his face holding the tap and waiting for when to turn it on.

I bawled like a baby hugging him so tight like he was going to up and disappear any minute.

He finally wrapped his arms around me holding me tightly.

His arms felt like home. The right place for me.