Captivated Desires

17

As he drove toward the gas station, his heart beat rapidly in his chest and his mind raced with worry and urgency. He knew he had to get to me as fast as he could before something bad happened to me. He pushed the car further, silently praying that I would be okay until he could get to me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was just a few minutes, Reign arrived at the gas station. He was relieved to see me still standing there, but his heart rate increased even more when he saw the gun pressed to my head and the danger I was in.

He parked the car quickly and got out, immediately trying to assess the situation and figure out how to get me out of this dangerous predicament safely. As he approached, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear, anger, and protectiveness coursing through him.

He silently cursed under his breath as he saw the person holding the gun to my head, recognizing them as an enemy - an enemy of the Ramirez family. His eyes fixed on the person, silently promising retribution for their actions and the fear they had put me through.

He knew he had to tread carefully and approach this situation with caution, not wanting to put me in further danger. His eyes flicked back to me, taking in my expression and seeing the fear and panic in my eyes, and his heart ached to reach me and take me away from this dangerous person pointing a gun at my head.

As the man holding me hostage moved the gun to my baby bump, Reign's heart skipped a beat and a new wave of panic and fear coursed through him. He had been worried before, but seeing the gun move to my baby bump made his heart race even faster. The thought of me or our unborn child being hurt sent a surge of protectiveness and anger through him.

As I reacted quickly to the man pointing the gun at my baby bump, I grabbed his hand and pushed him towards Reign. Reign, who was already on high alert and determined to get me out of this dangerous situation safely, was surprised by my sudden move but reacted quickly as well.

He immediately took the opportunity and overpowered the man, disarming him and quickly grabbing hold of him firmly, preventing him from causing any further harm to me or our unborn child.

With the man restrained and no longer posing an immediate threat, Reign's attention immediately turned to me. He rushed towards me, his eyes filled with worry and concern. He gently placed one hand on my arm and one on my stomach, his touch gentle and protective as he checked to see if the baby was okay.

"We are okay," I said gently as I looked into his eyes before hugging him. As I spoke, confirming that me and the baby were okay, Reign felt a flood of relief wash over him. However, that relief quickly faded when one of his men came behind my car and shot the man who had been holding me hostage. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the air and I screamed, causing Reign to hold me tighter in his arms.

He looked into my eyes and whispered, "Shhh... It's okay, you're safe now." He shielded me from the sight of the body and the blood, his priority being to protect me from any further trauma or harm.

"Please forgive me-" I started to cry "Please-".

"Shhh, it's okay," Reign whispered as he held me tight, feeling my tears soak into his shirt. My emotional and vulnerable plea for forgiveness hit him hard, and it was clear that I was overwhelmed with emotion and shock from what had just happened.

"Hey, listen to me," he said gently, his tone firm but tender. "You've got nothing to apologize for. That's the last thing you should be worried about right now."

"I don't want this marriage to end, please don't leave me," I begged whilst sobbing.

Reign's heart ached at my words and the sound of my sobs. He held me tighter, his arms around me, shielding and comforting me. He gently stroked my hair and whispered, "I'm not going anywhere. I could never leave you, especially not because of this."

He pulled back slightly to look at me, his expression softened and full of love and tenderness. "There's nothing worth breaking our marriage over, especially not a little argument like the one we had. I could never leave you, no matter what."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my disorder, I didn't want to believe it for myself it only happened last week baby," I sobbed more as I grabbed onto him.

 He listened as I apologized and explained that I hadn't told him about my disorder because I didn't want to believe it myself. He stroked my hair gently and spoke in a soft, soothing tone. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered. "You don't have to apologize. This is a tough reality to face, and even harder to share with others. I understand why you didn't tell me."

"No listen, I only got diagnosed with it last week Reign," I looked into his eyes with a soft expression.

Reign looked back into my eyes, his expression softening even more as he took in my words. "You only got diagnosed a week ago?" he repeated, a mixture of surprise and concern in his tone.

Reign's heart ached as I nodded in confirmation that I had only been diagnosed a week ago. He gently placed his hand on my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my skin. "You've been dealing with this so recently, and on your own?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with an undertone of concern.

"You were there for me through everything please don't start this argument again,".

Reign paused and took in my words, feeling an instant pang of regret and pain. He had been so quick to start the argument earlier, and now here I was, revealing that I had only just been diagnosed a week ago, and I had been dealing with all of this on my own.