Bound by my blood

Chapter twenty-six

It's hard to know which one of us is caving
Not really sure how to feel about it
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Vince carries me into the house even though it's my arm that is injured. He is making a huge deal about it and hasn't spoken to me at all since we got to the hospital. Which wasn't at all necessary.

Angelo runs out of the kitchen when he hears the door open. I roll my eyes at his panic-stricken expression.

"Oh for fuck sake, that's enough. I'm fine! It's literally just a small cut" I huff, struggling to get out of Vince's arms.

"Are you sure you're okay? Vincenzo didn't tell us what happened on the phone" Angelo sighs as he moves towards me.

I stiffly lift my arm which now has a huge bandage covering it and Vince stares at it, regret evident on his face even though it's not his fault. He couldn't have protected me and fought everyone on his own.

Suddenly, he storms into his office and Angelo sighs. He gives me a quick smile before rushing after Vince.

I stand by the door for a moment and hear his roaring. Something smashes from inside and I'm tempted to go in. He's going to end destroying his office. I push the door open slightly and peek in.

Angelo is sat on the sofa calmly as Vince throws things at the wall. His anger obviously getting the best of him.

"I WILL MURDER THEM! SHE IS MINE" he bellows, his breathing was heavy and his fists kept clenching and unclenching at his side.

"You need to calm down" Angelo mutters.

"CALM DOWN. THEY WANT HER! THEY WANT TO KILL HER BECAUSE OF ME."

Who exactly wants me? And why is he acting like a madman on steroids? It's not like I was safe before I married him. I was Regina and Leonidas's Castillo's only daughter and they had a lot of enemies.

I slip into the room and his eyes snap to me. His eyes are cold, hard, flinty and a vein on his neck pulses.

"Get the fuck out!" He yells as he stalks towards me like a predator.

A automatically take a step back in fear. The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention and a small voice in my head begs me to run.

I bite my lip and my leg muscles tighten. Tears pour down my face and I'm staring at my husband but I cannot see him. I have never seen him like this and I had no idea what to do. So I turn on my heal and sprint as fast as I can up to my room.

Slamming the door, I press my back against it and gasp shakily. I was terrified, no one has ever shouted at me like that. Ever.

I realise that I don't really know the man downstairs. Not really because he never gave me the chance to. He told me what he wanted me to know and that's it. However I found myself eager to know everything about him. From his favourite colour to his childhood.

I want to know everything because I was completely and utterly beguiled by Vincenzo Lombardo.

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I wake up on a hard chest and I immediately pull away. Vince is lay underneath me, his arms wound protectively around my waist and he is staring out the window.

"Get away from me" I yelp, as I scramble across the bed, still extremely disoriented from sleeping.

"Please forgive me, my love. I'm trying really hard to be what you need me to be but I keep messing up" He whispers brokenly, "I'm fifty shades of fucked up and I have been for a long time but please don't leave me".

I remember him screaming at me and frown. Does he think that I'm mad at him for being emotional down stairs? I mean he overreacted but it just shows he cares. I hate seeing him like this. He is normally so strong but even strong people can break.

"I'm not going anywhere, lover, and I forgive you" I reassure him instinctively, resting my forehead on his, "I forgive you".

"How can you forgive me? They want to take you and its all my fault. If I was not myself-" He flinches as I move my hand and place it on his cheek.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. I trust you to protect me and sometimes its going to hard but we have each others back".

I lean forward a fraction and plant a small, comforting kiss on his lips. When I open my eyes again, I can see the lust in his eyes.

His hand wraps around my hair and he holds it at the back of my neck, tugging slightly. I gasp as he smashes his lips onto mine. His kiss is not at all the same as Jaxons, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all.

It is fiery and passionate. He flips us over so he is hovering me over me and a small giggle escapes as he nearly falls off the bed.

He sends me a boyish smile before he starts trailing kisses up and down my neck. We've done this before but it seems different this time like it is some sort of unspoken promise.

***

I let out little whimpers of anticipation. Vince works his way back to my tender, swollen lips. I pull at the hem of his trousers and he nods. I get to work and unbutton them, my anticipation through the roof.

He lets me pull them down along with his boxers. I bravely push him on his back and smile down at him.

Desperately, I pull off my camisole and shorts. He sits up and I fear he is going to stop but he doesn't. Instead he cups my boobs gently and presses a kiss on my throat after muttering, "You are stunning and all mine".

I moan as he runs a finger over my nipple and continues with his torturous kisses.

"Do you want to do this?" He mutters as he pulls out a silver wrapper. I pant breathlessly and nod. He frowns, "I need words Alexa, I won't unless you tell me".

"Sì, ti voglio" I manage to get out, he smiles and rips the packaging carefully.