Boss's Right-Hand Lover

Chapter Fourty Three

In 192 hours, I had been captured. I endured humiliation, torture and was almost raped several times. I endured all that just so the plan wouldn't be jeopardized.

So we could find Charles's hideout and exterminate him once and for all, but in the midst of that, a price was paid. Edward's life. I clenched my fist.

"Edward," I shook him.

"Edward," I shook him again. His face grew even paler, but his eyes never opened. The smile he had on earlier had fallen, and so did my tears.

"Edward," My body trembled as I cried harder. Was it worth it? All this just to kill one man? Was it worth it?

I looked at Edward, then at my hands. They were covered in his blood.

Yes, it was. Charles was the cause of all this, and for that, he will pay.

Promise you'll get out of here safely. I smiled.

"Even on the verge of death, you still care for others," I kissed him on his cheek and stood up. I picked up the journal.

Walking towards the entrance door, I turned to the three bodies before me. The body of a former don, the body of a traitor, and the body of a friend, cousin, and lover. With a heavy heart, a clenched jaw, and ready to take on whatever stood my way, I walked out of the room.

As I passed through the hallway, I realized how quiet it was. I reached the bottom of the stairs and noticed the dead bodies and blood lying on the floor. The sight didn't end until I had passed through the kitchen, and the living room, and finally reached the outside.

I winced as I walked into the sunlight. A sudden thought came to my mind. In those 192 hours, there could have been a case where I could never have seen the sun again. I reached towards it. What if I could never have seen him again?

"Eva!" I turned, my eyes adjusting from the bright light to Justin, who looked incredibly relieved to see me.

"Guys, I found her," He hugged me.

"Thank God you're okay," I stared at the people who ran towards us. My eyes widened and teared up again as I gazed at him. All the pent-up anger and hatred I felt had evaporated the minute I met Xander's eyes. Those eyes that made me feel like the most important girl in the world. Those eyes that gave me strength. I ran to him.

In the midst of my running, I paused. Edward lay there. In that room where death belonged. He lay there cold, pale, and dead. He didn't belong there. I turned back to the building. I couldn't leave him there.

"Eva," Xander had reached me. I felt fresh tears fall from my eyes and jumped into his arms.

"Xander," I missed him. I hated that I missed him. I hated that he was all I thought about in those 192 hours, and yet. I stood on my toes and kissed him. He kissed me back, lifting me up from the ground. In a few minutes, we got carried away and focused on each other, but when we pulled away, we were pulled back to reality. The sweet reality that I was reunited with my love. Xander carried me away from the house.

"Go back into the building and search for Edward. We're not leaving here without him," He ordered Kai.

"Rita and Justin are already in there," Rita. She'll be very devasted when she sees Edward in that state.

Tell Rita that I love her.

Oh Edward, how can I bring myself to say that after she sees your dead body? Xander stepped into a van and sat me down gently on the seats. He gently took my hands and kissed them.

"But it's bloody," I said weakly. He smiled at me.

"As long as it's not your blood, then I don't care," He caressed my hair.

"Were you scared, dear?" I widened my eyes. Did he notice? The burning guilt and sadness I felt when I watched Edward die and I couldn't do anything? The fear that filled me that I would live the same fate as Cyrina or be tainted by Jake? Either way,

"Yes," I cried. Xander hugged me.

"I'm sorry, Tigre. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for involving you, Edward, and the whole f-ing gang. I'm so f-ing sorry," I sniffled as I listened to Xander apologize. He usually didn't do that, unless he was at his breaking point. Did he know Edward was dead? I couldn't imagine the guilt that probably suffocated him, yet I couldn't comfort him because of how numb I felt.

"Sleep, mi amor," As if he had cast a spell on me, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.