His Little Wife

Chapter 30

For the next couple of weeks Lucian and I spend as much time as we can manage wrapped in each others arms, enjoying one another's company. We'd had sex in almost every room in the house as well as a couple times on the beach, even with the sand getting absolutely everywhere. There were no more unexpected visitors and the rest of the honeymoon seemed like a dream. One that I was not eager to leave. But despite having a week left of sun and sex, Lucian recieved a phone call that bought everything to an immediate halt.

The sun was blaring high in the sky as we lay on the beach when Lucians phone started to buzz. He tried to ignore it at first, silencing it the first time it went off, but as soon as he put it down that phone rang again and reluctantly he answered it.

'What?' He bit, annoyed he was being disturbed.

I watch the expression on his face soften and change as he listens to the person on the other end on the phone. He looks at me as he listens to them.

'What? Who is it?' I ask, sitting on my towel.

'And when did this happen?' Lucian asks into the phone, ignoring my questions.

'Lucian?'

'Where is he now?'

I pause, trying to hear the conversation, but the lapping to the sea ruins any hope of me being able to hear anything.

'A coma? For how long?'

'Lucian? Who? Who's in a coma.'

'We're coming back. We'll be there tonight.' He says down the phone before hanging up and dropping it onto the sand.

'Lucian?' I ask him as he looks at me with a worried look on his face.

He hesitates for a moment, delaying the answers to my questions I was desperate for him to answer.

'Lucian?' I ask again.

'It's your dad...'

'What... What happened?'

'He was attacked. He's at the hospital.' He tells me, pausing before he carries on. 'He's in a coma, Anna. They don't know if he'll wake up.'

My hand shoots up to cover my mouth. Tears spring into my eyes as I just sit there staring at Lucian, not sure what else to do.

'Come, we need to get ready and go back.' He tells me, standing as he offers me a hand up.

I take his hand, not meeting his face as I just look at the sand wrapping my toes as we walk.

'Just take a seat, I'll call for the Jet and make arrangements. Don't worry about packing, I'll send someone for everything.' He says as he walks me over to the arm chair in the living room as he pulls his phone out and starts calling god knows who.

'Is he... Is he going to die?' I ask, stilling Lucian in the doorway.

He covers the ear piece of the phone with his hand as he turns to look at me with an expression on his face that I can't read.

'He's getting the best care in my hospital, Anna. I'll do everything I can to make sure he's okay.' He tells me, waiting for my response, ignoring his phone.

'Thank you.' I almost whisper, holding my head in my hands as I look at the floor.

I watch my tears pepper the floor underneath me as I wait for Lucian to come back. Thankfully he comes back quite quickly with just a small bag when he picks me up in his arms before carrying me out of the house and towards the boat.

I watch the house disappear over his shoulder as Lucian walks to the Jetty to the same large boat that had bought us here only two weeks ago. Lucian doesnt put me down as he climbs onboard, taking a seat inside where he just holds me on his lap. He offers me comfort in my hour of need and I am so thankful he was there with me when the news came through.

'He'll be ok, Anna. We'll see him tonight.' He tells me, kissing the top of my head as I cry into his shoulder, praying I'd have a chance to see him again.

The last time I felt emotions like this was when I'd lost my mother. She was taken from me so suddenly at such a young age that it never crossed my mind that my dad would follow suit. I thought I'd suffered enough having her ripped away from me that surely my dad would be around for a long time just to make up for her not being here. I never let myself even think that he would also be taken away from me not long after her. I felt like my world was crumbling down around me. Just as I was starting to get used to this world and allowed myself to feel happy it was all being taken away from me. I should have known this would happen. I should have known something would happen to disrupt the happiness I was experiencing, but I was too self involved to think about it. I had been to wrapped up in Lucian and our little bubble to even worry once about the outside world. I guess this is what I deserve.

'I'll find out who did this, Anna. And they will suffer.' He breathes into my ear.

Only a few months ago the thought of hurting someone would have seemed absurd to me. It just wasn't something that happened in my world, but with Lucian it was different. This was how his world worked and I found myself hoping that if they did find the person who did this to my dad that they would experience everything that was done to him. I hoped for their pain and suffering. I hoped for their death and that I would be there to watch it. The thought terrified me, but it was there, gnawing at me, eat away any sense of morals I once had.