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"Brothers" She whispered .
Her expressions shell shocked for a second before they turned heartbreakingly sad.
Oh Shit.
Everything was about to shatter. I'd have to tell her about my identity.
No, that wasn't an option. Just because she defended me two years ago didn't mean she would be willing to stay engaged to a freaking murderer. Or may be she would if I made it sound appealing and glossed over a few grim details.
I needed to think.
And I needed to think FAST.
Her lips started to wobble. Oh my baby must be thinking about how I didn't think she was important enough to be introduced to my brothers.
I felt a crushing guilt of making Anya cry. Why wasn't I able to keep her always happy?
Automatically, a plan started to form in my mind.
"William, what is this supposed to mean?" Whispering again she continued.
"Love, I can explain this. Please come here" I forwarded my hand towards her with my palm facing the ceiling.
I just wanted her to trust me. I just wanted that she put her hand in mine.
I just needed a confirmation that all was not lost. There was still scope for correction here. That she still loved me.
Her eyes filled with water almost spilled out before she slowly walked towards me and kept her hand in mine.
I did not deserve this undying trust and respect but it still soared my heart, that even is moments like this, she had so much reverence for what we had.
She wouldn't discuss the private matters of our relationship in front of anyone else. She wouldn't let anyone come in between but that was because she trusted me enough to never harm her.
Fuck, if she knew what my initial plans were, she'd be running for her life not coming straight to the lion's den like a clueless and gullible lamb.
She looked at me with uncertainty and hurt, as I squeezed her hand lightly to convey my gratefulness.
"We can talk about this alone, yeah" Bending down, I whispered lightly in her ear.
