Shattered

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

(Lucas' Pov)

I couldn't believe this was happening. It wasn't something my mind had fooled me into believing was real. It wasn't some fictional moment that I had created with my imagination, because she had said it.

"Okay."

She had agreed. Agreed to catching dinner. To-fucking-day.

And it felt way too good to be true.

My mind kept replaying the moment when her beautiful blue eyes stared back at me, and this time, without the strong, hard to miss emotion of anger. There was still the present emotion of pain splashing around within them, but that was only if you looked really closely. It was that moment, when she most likely gave into my pleading eyes, that she quietly let out a hesitant 'Okay'.

It had been three days since Saturday had passed, and it was now Wednesday. The day had come. Constantly, the reminder had been on my mind during these passing days and needless to say, it affected me greatly.

There were times I'd zone out randomly in the day, endlessly overthinking what could end up happening, if whether Nina even showed up, how it would all go and end, if whether it was a horrible mistake, whether there was any hope for Nina and I's tarnished relationship or if we would we leave the night, walking away from each for good.

God, I was insane. Had been from the moment I accepted this life style, giving up with my pathetic excuse of a fight. I should have fought harder, argued against my father, fucking threatened him that I would go snitch on him to someone he hadn't brought. But I didn't - didn't fight hard enough.

Sometimes, I truly resented myself.

Now, as I combed back my hair, getting ready for the evening, I was left to feel completely anxious. There was this odd divergence of emotions filling my insides, varying from odd excitement, nervousness, strange eagerness and... fear.

I wasn't a man of fear. In-fact, I barely ever felt the emotion, because I believed there was no need be afraid of anything. So, it was rather amusing a reckless man that could take lives without batting an eye, was fearful that a small, brunette wouldn't show up for dinner that she had agreed to. 

We hadn't exchanged details that night I saw her at The Lobby. I was too in the moment to inform her where we would have dinner and at what time. So later on that night, I immediately texted Randy (assuming he had her number) requesting him to tell Nina to meet me at Greek restaurant that had quite a buzz about it going on. I wanted to ask for her number myself from him, but had a feeling she'd prefer hearing from someone else rather than me.

She most likely regretted even agreeing to dinner with me. I couldn't blame her, in all honesty.

But thankfully, Randy had gone to see Nina again, where he had, in person, told her where our dinner would be held and that I'd hoped to see here there at seven. As I slipped on my tie, a deep breath escaped my lips as I tried to get a hold of my emotions that were scattered all over the place.

The sudden sound of my phone vibrating caught my attention. Furrowing my brows, I glanced down at it, laid out on my bed. Her name was in bold and her text clear to read.

'Are you free, baby? I was thinking we could go out cake testing today xxx' - Veronica.

I didn't bother picking up my phone and responding to her message. It was like she was fucking forgetting the fact I was marrying her by force, not by choice and love. Ignoring the need to call her this instance and remind her of that, I chose not to, not wanting to end up turning late. If anything, I wanted to turn up earlier. Maybe a minute or few, to calm my nerves.