Act like my wife

53: Blood and Tears

Veronica's Point of View

"It's your turn to say goodnight."

A sadistic smile stretched across Mira's face as she ran the cold tip of the blade along my chin.

I closed my eyes to escape the impending horror. Knowing Mira, she would probably take her sweet time to torture me until I begged for death.

I winced when she gripped a fistful of my hair. "This is for sleeping with my husband, bitch!" She dug the knife into my chin and I felt a warm liquid flow down my neck. You know that pain you feel when you cut your finger with a knife? Except, this was ten times worse. Slowly, she traced the blade down to my throat and it was getting harder to breathe with every depth it went in. If she cuts my throat, there's no coming back.

The sound of a gunshot reverberated in the air, echoing through the trees and mountains. I opened my eyes and the first thing saw was blood on Mira's blouse accompanied by a bullet hole in her chest. With a look of shock on her face, she turned to the person in front of her. I too followed her gaze and saw someone come out from behind the bushes.

"You..." Before Mira could finish her sentence, blood gushed out of her mouth and she fell to the ground.

Leo pointed his gun at the intruder. "How the fuck are you still alive?!"

Patrizio smirked. "The next time you decide to betray your boss, check if he's wearing a bulletproof vest, but there won't be a next time..." He shot Leo in the head and Leo's body dropped to the muddy ground.

He put his gun back into his pocket and ran to me. "Mia Vera" He applied pressure on the cut on my chin to stop the bleeding.

I was still in shock and disbelief seeing him standing in front of me. "I thought-I thought I lost you"

He helped me to my feet and threw his arms around my tired body. "Sorry I brought you into this mess. Everything is gonna be okay." He kissed my lips.

I noticed movement behind him and shoved him out of the way when I saw Mira swing her dagger at him. She groaned in frustration when she missed.

I grabbed her hand and forced the knife out of her grip. She fought back and slammed my face against a tree. I ignored the headache and punched her in the gut. She grabbed my hair and tugged it so hard, it worsened my headache. I punched her ribcage several times.

"Fuck!!!" She let go of my hair and held her side. "If only you fought for your baby before Geraldo took him away from you and replaced him with another woman's baby!"

Her words pricked my heart, but I knew what she was trying to do. She was like an aggressive kitten, fighting with everything; her claws, her fangs, her words.

She chuckled like a mad woman. "You wanna know his name, don't you"

I tried to comport myself but even a blind man could see that I wanted to know the name of the son that Geraldo denied me the privilege of knowing. The son he snatched from me at birth. "Tell me," I answered.

She grimaced. "His name was David."

David. My son's name is David. Just the thought of meeting him made me hopeful. The son I never knew but I yearn for.