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P.O.V Angelina & Nicolas
~~~ Angelina
My body writhes beneath his weight, but my efforts to push him away prove futile, and I sense my strength waning rapidly.
As my mouth gapes, desperate for a breath of air, ominous dark spots encroach upon my vision, threatening to engulf me. Just as my eyelids flutter shut, surrendering to the encroaching darkness, Nicolas's voice pierces through the haze, a distant call laced with urgency and concern, but his words seem to drift from a far-off place, barely reaching my fading consciousness.
In an instant, the suffocating hold around my neck vanishes, along with the heavy weight pinning me down. Followed by, a sudden splash of liquid cascades over my face, jolting me back to reality with a shock.
I inhale sharply, struggling to catch my breath, before hastily moving to the opposite end of the room.
Nicolas shot him.
Raising my hand to my face, I delicately brushed away the substance, and as I gazed at it resting in my palm, a tremor began to course through my fingers. It was his blood.
Before I knew it Nicolas shot him again, and again, and again.
My entire body twitched with each bullet that hit Bob, and all I can do is watch, with tears in my eyes.
Only once the bullets were done does Nicolas finally stop. He stands there, his breathing heavy, watching the blood pool around Bob.
~~~ Nicolas
I watch Angelina huddled in the corner of her room, trembling.
Her gaze fixed on the lifeless body before her, only when I moved her eyes shot in my direction.
"Are you okay?" I asked making sure not to frighten her.
I tuck my gun in my waistband and walked closer to her. Her eyes dart to the lifeless body then back to me.
She didn't reply to my question so I said, "Angelina." Stepping closer.
She locked eyes with me, her gaze piercing, before slowly extending her arms towards me. Without hesitation, I enveloped her in a tight embrace, lifting her off the ground, holding her close as we made our way out of the room.
Only when she was in my arms did she start crying.
"It's okay, you're safe now." I reassured her.
In this moment I was stuck between carrying her to my room or carrying her to my office, but in the end, we only regret the chances we didn't take, so I made my way to my room while her tears stained my shirt.
Slowly I rest her on my bed, then as I was about to make my way to the bathroom, her soft hands wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes.
"I'm going to grab something to clean the blood off your face, svetlyak," I murmured softly. The sight of his blood staining her was unbearable to me.
She stared at me a second too long, before finally letting go. Walking over to the bathroom I thought of all the things that could have happened if I wasn't there, if I didn't reach in time.
That time I saw him touching her I knew I should've killed him then and there, but all I did was fire him. But hired him again like the asshole I was.
If not for my stupid memories, I randomly recalled how Angelina enjoyed gardening with him. I used to watch her from my bedroom window, laughing with him. So, I decided to rehire him, I had no fucking idea he would show up tonight when I wasn't here, and I deeply regret it.
Exiting the bathroom, I made my way to the closet to get one of my shirts, noticing that his blood had also stained her shirt. The crimson smears served as a stark reminder that made my skin crawl.
As I walked back in the room, I noticed she stopped crying, instead she was just looking forward at the wall, devoid of any emotion.
She was probably in shock.
Approaching the bed I gently, cupped her chin in my hands, and carefully wiped her face.
After I finished cleaning her face, I found myself torn between two options: whether to change her entire outfit or simply cover her with my shirt.
Since I didn't have the same privilege as before, I put the shirt over her, guiding her hands through the sleeves.
After I finished, I set my gun down on the bedside table and fixed my gaze on her, searching for any sign of movement.
Our eyes locked, and she attempted to speak but hesitated, her words caught in the moment.
"He... he tried to..." Her voice trailed off as she hesitated, her gaze returning to the wall. "Wrap me," she finally managed to utter, the words heavy with the weight of the moment.
Tears formed in her eyes again as she whispered, "I didn't know what to do."
I held her tighter against my chest, fighting the rising anger within me. Regret flooded my thoughts as I realized I shouldn't have ended his life so soon; I should've waited.
~~~
Angelina had drifted off to sleep on my chest, her breathing steady and calm. Surprisingly, she seemed content to stay nestled here, contrary to my initial expectation that she would've make sense of the situation and go to sleep on the couch instead, but she was still here. It appeared that all that crying had taken its toll on her, leaving her utterly exhausted from the torrent of tears she had shed.
But I didn't fall asleep just yet, I found myself captivated by the sight of her sleeping, even in the midst of her restless slumber. There's a certain tranquility in the way she tosses and turns, her delicate features softened by the shadows of the night while the moonlight shines on her face. Despite the chaos that lingers in her dreams, I can't help but feel a sense of comfort watching over her, knowing that she's safe in this moment of time.
Just to be this close to her again was enough.
Slowly I lifted her off my chest and stretched for my phone dialing Ivan's number.
"Hello?" Ivan's tired voice said on the other line.
"Tomorrow morning I need you to get rid of the dead body out of Angelina's room." I said getting straight to the point.
"Who did you kill?" He questioned, his tone now brimming with alertness.
"The gardener. Oh speaking of gardeners we should probably hire a new one, a lady this time."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Wait." He exclaimed, "didn't you just rehire him."
He said remembering me of the horrible mistake I'd made.
"Yeah, well, he tried to rape her, so."
He went silent on the other end of the call.
"Oh." Was all he said.
"Good so we shouldn't have a problem. By the way, while you're on duty to clean that up, drop some of her clothes off at my door." I said before hanging up.
I shifted my gaze towards her, finding comfort in the sight of her sleeping on my bed. The weight of my thoughts lingered heavily as I contemplated how I could have ever caused her hurt. In a moment of quiet reflection, I gently guided myself back into bed with her, resting her head back to rest on my chest, her breathing syncing with mine as we both drifted back into a much needed slumber.
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