Red

CHAPTER 49.

Oppressed. My passageway tightens up as a hand squeezed around my neck. An inability to breathe, strangled me bound against the office door.

The darkness that is of the room, joined his in oneness, it locked within himself like a dark beast as he calmly stare at me.

My eyes became blurry before those dark irises yet I didn't loosed the eye contact, even though he was calm, the clear inducing squeezes of his fingers around my neck told me other wise.

He was fucking pissed and I know, the phone call that he just got was clearly about me.

And I thought to myself, did he know?

"You know what I find amusing?" He whispered and like always goosebumps glided my skin. My lips now open as I struggled with myself to forget about the attraction because shit was about to go down.

And it wasn't about to be pretty.

He used his other hand, grip both of my wrist and yank them behind my back. His large body now into my personal space.

The smiling man from earlier was gone....only a brute was evident amongst the darkness that is his anger.

"I gave you the complete power to be around my child. My home and now my fucking heart."

He smirks but it only lacked humor, even through my blurry eyes, we still held the eye contact.

To a man like him, if I broke it, it would be his greatest joy knowing how much I fear.

And I wasn't afraid of him, nor death.

Lorenzo chuckled, tilt his head up to stare at the ceiling and the protrusion in his neck didn't missed to drop up and down with his laugh.

He then craned his neck down immediately, stealing away my breath. Blocking the very passage way in my throat with his anger, his beauty.

"And then, I had to received the most revealing news that would fuck Xam up...no."

He shook his head, a smile on his lips. It was cold, his thumb on my skin tracing the beating pulse on my neck.

"No, it wouldn't fuck me up. It would fuck Xamuela up knowing how much her caring nanny was a little conniving bitch all along. You mean to tell me that all this time. The very woman who I opened up my heart to, was the very woman who has been working with Artem? The little spy I've spent weeks on trying to find?"

I shook my head to deny it. "N-No Lorenzo please, you have to believe me that I.."

"Stole classified information from me and gave it towards the very same enemy that killed the man you so boldly speak to say you love?"

He pulled me up by the neck, our nose touching as our breaths mingled. I could see the betrayal behind his eyes and it punched me in the gut hard. "Do you even know what the word love mean huh. You need fucking help."

I held his eyes, the need to fight back was there but the emotions passing behind his eyes were consuming me that it literally weaken me in the knees.

"You want to know who just called me?"

He grinned, his hair curtaining around our faces as he spat the words at me. "Your fucking boss. Artem just called me and told me everything and even sent me a little clip..."

I shook in instant dread as a cold chilling fear flooded my system then. He tossed me to the side out of his hands and I weakly drop on the ground.

Landing on my side, I gripped my pulsating neck as I felt a bruise and I couldn't even do anything about it because I deserve it.

My body shook violently on the ground as the very nightmare that I tried to forget, the real reason why I found it very hard to visit his grave drew closed.

Lorenzo turned his back to me and in great anger, grip both sides of the table and flip it over in anger.

His large shoulders tensed and squeezed the black t-shirt he donned as the phone in his hand, played a video out in the opening.

The darkness of my truth rocked me as I sobbed and I bend my knees and brought them up underneath my chin.

My tears soaked the very cheeks that sting with my sorrow and I clenched my eyes as he cursed.

His fingers gripped his shoulder length hair and I opened my trembling lips and let out.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly am...I didn't mean to."

I opened my blurry eyes as his shoulders shook and I drop them towards his clenched hands which were at his side.

He turn on his heels and tossed the phone down to me.

"You didn't mean to?"

I sobbed as my tear droplets fell onto the surface of the phone, the vivid video playing as I watched my self doing something that night that I shouldn't have done.

And this was the main reason why I fueled my self to bring forth his revenge.

This is the reason why I felt so much guilt about not visiting his grave.

The reason why Nava and Artem used me, used my weakness, my naivety, my guilt because they knew of what I did.

I always asked myself the question, secondly, minutely, hourly, daily, weeks on top of weeks until it turned into a year.

Why did I do it?

I could have saved him and now I deserved to live a life of pain and torture.

I deserve to be bounded by the pass because in it, I should have made a step of change that night but I didn't.

And now the very future I want, I needed hated me...

I inwardly thought, my eyes blurry while staring up at an angry Lorenzo, the muzzle of his gun now on my forehead and I weakly accepted my fate.

I did told myself that I would die even if it brought forth River justice and even if it meant him blowing my brains out then fine.

A simply apology wouldn't cut it.

What could I possibly say to him to eased the pain?

Gosh...Xamuela was going to be so upset with me. I made her a promise that I would never leave and I broke it.

I couldn't help but let out a heart-wrenching sob as I thought about betraying the three year old toddler.

Lorenzo stared me down, dark eyes swimming with regret and the hurt of my deception.

"You didn't mean to pull the trigger and kill my fucking cousin..." He grinned.

Then he crouched and with the muzzle still on my forehead, he drew his lips to my lips and warned coldly.

His words turning my pumping heart to a freezing cold.

"The video is there as prove Aurora or should I say, Red Ruiz is it?"

To be continued.....