Book 2- of His series
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
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Lucas Moretti, 27, built Moretti Ente...
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It's been a week since, I was shot. Lucas was very careful of me. He made sure I ate on time, took my medicines and had enough rest.
After I was discharged just 2 days later, he had straight away took me to New York. I don't know why but he didn't want to stay here in India where everything happened.
"Akshita, did you eat your meds?" I heard his yell from the living room. I giggled.
It was night time, and he was doing the dishes. He made me go to our room and rest and also ordered me to eat my medicine which I hate.
"Akshita." I was startled seeing him walk inside through the door.
"I will have it now." I spoke hurriedly and swallowed the pills along with water.
He came towards me and patted my head. I smiled at him lovingly and he gave me a smile.
"Now, sleep. I will be working here itself. Okay?" I nodded my head and layed back down.
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We returned to New York as soon as the doctors discharged her. I didn't want her to stay in India any longer. Too much had happened there—more than I could wrap my head around. The memories felt like a blur: the kidnapping, discovering the truth about her parents' killer, and then... her getting shot.
I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the image of her lying there, blood staining her clothes. I could still hear the gunfire, the panic that surged through me in that moment.
But she was safe now. We were back. And that's all that mattered.
At least, that's what I kept telling myself.
But no matter how much I tried to focus on her recovery, on moving forward, the weight of what I'd learned kept pulling me down. I couldn't stop thinking about it—the most devastating piece of news I'd ever heard.
She couldn't be a mother.
The doctors had told me, while she was still unconscious. Their words echoed in my mind, a constant, cruel reminder. It had shattered me in ways I hadn't thought possible. How could I tell her? How could I even begin to share something like that?
