Bound by my blood

Chapter fourty

I still can't decide
If you are a dream or a nightmare.
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My body trembles uncontrollably as I sit curled up in a ball on the floor. My body rocks backwards and forwards. I rest my brow on my knees as the tears race down my face.

It was just a nightmare but it had all felt so real. My heart pounds rapidly against my chest as if it is trying to break free. My hands are clenched so tightly my knuckles are turning white.

The sight of Vince's pallid face was engrained in my mind. Along with the feeling of his blood covering my hands.

Baby, stop crying. You can go home now.
You are the best thing that happened to me.

I start heaving, almost violently, as his croaky voice that was strained with pain. I cover my mouth with one hand as I sob. Not wanting to disturb Ameena with my nonsense.

I need to see Vince. I just need to check that he is okay.

Slowly, I use the bedside table to get to my feet.  Ameena starts muttering incoherently and I freeze from where I stand. She suddenly stops and rolls over. I wait for a minute before making my way to Vince's room.

My (already) short, lace shorts had risen up by the time I stop in front of his door. I quickly straighten them before pushing the door open slightly. Exhaling in relief, that he had hadn't locked the door like he usually does, I slip inside.

Vince was lay on the floor closet to the door causing me to frown as the lump in his bed snores loudly. Dominico.

I won't be able to stay the night but it wouldn't hurt to lay beside Vince for a little while now. Just to reassure myself that he is real and safe. That he remembers me and won't leave me alone.

Vince's features were a lot softer in sleep, the lines that usually crease his brow replaced by the youthful appearance that matched the others his age. He looks peaceful and serene. My body automatically moves over to him and I curl up in the curve of his body.

His arms wrap around me and he pulls me onto his chest. He kisses the top of my head and mutters groggily, "What is wrong, love?"

"Please just hold me" I whimper as I nuzzle my head in the crook of his head. His grip tightens slightly but it is still comfortable. His breathing starts evening out again and only when I am sure that he is asleep that I speak again.

"I never meant to love you this much. Please don-" I choke out, "Please don't die on me... please".

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The sound of screams and the alarm wakes me up. I nudge Vince with my foot and he groans but rubs his eyes. Panic takes over at the scream. I would never forgive myself if something happened to Ameena because I left her on her own.

Nico isn't in the room and the gun from under the bed is gone along with the extra bullets. I curse and dig through the laundry basket; tossing clothing items around the room. Vince does the same to the closet and we both grab the hidden weapons. I load it in a rush and in my worry I forget about a silencer.

Vince closes the distance between us and presses his lips to mine briefly. His forehead rests on mine for a few seconds as he whispers, "go and hide in the safe room behind the closet whilst I go and check everything".

I push him away and argue, "no way! I'm coming. We don't have time to argue this. You go down to the back exit and I will go to the living room. I love you".

He looks like he is going to disagree but I am already peeking around the corner of the door. I give him a small smile before making my way towards the sounds of terror. My gun clutched tightly in my hand.

The screams are almost to bear as I get closer to the living room. I search the corridor for a way to get the advantage in this situation but I can't think of any. I guess I'll just have to wing it. I push the door open and storm in.

However, the room is empty bar a small record player. Which the screams were emitting from. It is clearly a trap but for who?

I burst from the room without thinking it through. I need to find my family. I need to find my brother.

"Alexandria! Alexandria!" A familiar voice bellows, his voice breaks towards the end and the sound of footsteps gets closer. I twirl around and hurl myself towards them. Nico races towards me and I embrace him fiercely. I take a deep breathe as my body shakes.

"Come on, we need to get to the others" Nico mumbles as he pulls away. He keeps his hands on my shoulders as if he is afraid I will disappear if he lets go. All his life he has been taught to protect me and I him.

"Is Vince there?" I ask and his gaze shifts to the marble floor.

"I- I'm sorry, Alexa. He told me to leave him and to come and find you".

"What are you saying?" I demand, stumbling backwards with my mind reeling.

"He is gone. I am so sorry, sorellina".

I barely hear him over the roaring in my ears. My whole body was frozen. I don't even notice when I fall to my knees on the cold marble. Screaming for my husband desperately as I wrap myself into a ball and rock back and forth.  Breathing became difficult and I stopped seeing anything. It was just blurs of colours. I couldn't hear Nico -who was now on his knees in front of me- was saying and shaking my shoulders lightly.

I was broken now, shattered really, robbed of the tape and glue that Vince had provided that held my heart together.

We had only been together for a month or two and now he has been taken from me again. This time could be the end of him. Of us. Of everything that had happened in this last year.

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