Sophia's POV
I could hear everyone leaving the hotel suite. I
He finally came into the room and I was laying down facing the other way.
"Sophie? Sophie are you sleeping?"
I didn't say anything. I was frightened of him. He almost killed Romeo and what was even scarier is that he did it over me.
I heard the sound of him throwing his shoes on the floor and then I heard his belt buckle hit the floor.
I felt the bed move as he laid next to me. He turned the lamp and started to rub my side.
"Sophie come here. I know you aren't sleeping..."
I slowly rolled over and faced him. I was laying down and he was leaning up against the headboard of the bed. He rubbed the side of my face and I kissed his wrist.
"Why are you shaking?" He asked me.
I just shook my head. He stroked my cheek before bringing his hand to his own face to rub his beard.
"When it comes to you there isn't anything that I wouldn't do and that scares the shit out of me." He says to me intensely.
"W-would you have killed Romeo?"
"Yes." He says calmly. "He was hurting you. He was bothering something that belonged to me, he shouldn't have touched you like that!"
I could see he was getting mad all over again. I sat up and I grabbed his hand.
"I'm alright now Abel...I'm okay thanks to you. So y-you can calm down, alright?"
"I scare you don't I?" I bit my lip. I didn't know how to answer.
I couldn't tell how he was feeling. He grabbed my waist and sat me on his lap. "Sophia?"
"Y-yes Abel?"
"You're trembling..."
"I...I'm not use to seeing you like that and you were in
s-such a rage and..."
"And what baby?" He voice was smooth, but I could tell that I had irritated him.
The grip he had on my waist tightened.
"Baby... y-y-you get so angry sometimes and you don't think. It's scary because sometimes I think that you'll- that you could hurt me. "
"Sophia. I would never intentionally hurt you."
"Couple of years ago you thought that you'd shot me to death, remember that?"
He hung his head in embarrassment.
"And what about when you...You almost strangled me to death?!"
"I wasn't-!"
I flinched as I watched him collect himself.
"I wasn't...myself that night and I'm glad that you're in my arms and not laying in a casket somewhere. I ... snapped when I saw what looked like you and Tony. Cause you're mine Sophia."
He brought his hands to both sides of my face and kissed my lips. "You're mine."
I looked deep into his eyes and I could see all the hurt he stored in his heart.
There was something that was the root to all this. Something that should've been said before.
I leaned into kiss him once again and when I did I started to rock back and forth on his lap.
