If Hux Could Kill || Kylo Ren

The Empress

I sat there; eyes unable to leave his. I couldn't believe that he was sitting there, watching me at my weakest point.

"What can I do?"

I still stared at him with a blank expression.

He placed a hand on my thigh. "Tell me what to do."

I finally snapped out of my trance, expression hardening, jaw clenching. "Make sure my family is safe."

"My brothers are making sure of that. I already talked to them." Kylo took a deep breath as he looked down at the ground, then back up to me. "Armitage informed Dominic and Will too. Everyone will stay safe. Noah will remain clueless as to how much we know."

I nodded slightly, glancing down at where his hand met my leg. "Where's Armie?"

"Him and Vic are at the car."

I only nodded, standing up, forcing him to move back, his eyes still on me.

"Let's go." Was all I said as I turned, making my way back out into the restaurant.

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The ride back to the hotel was silent.

I sat in the back of the car, Armie next to me, keeping my gaze on the streets.

Once we arrived back, we all made our way silently to the elevator and then to our separate rooms. Once I was alone, I took a deep breath in, pushing everything that happened out of my mind, unsuccessfully.

Everything seemed to be falling apart. I felt like I was no longer capable of keeping my family safe. I was across the country and I couldn't provide them with the protection they needed right there and then. I didn't have full trust in the Rens yet either.

I could feel the tears collecting in my eyes. I squeezed them shut and let the tears flow. The hot tears ran down my cold face, heating up my features. I stood with my back against the door, allowing myself to give in to the tears.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Gi?" I mumbled to myself through the tears. "Why are you so weak?" My knees buckled, causing me to land harshly on the ground, hands shooting up to cover my face.

I sat there, scolding myself, nails digging into my scalp. I knew I was stronger than this, I shouldn't be falling apart, I had to get my emotions under control.

I finally felt stable enough to push myself off of the ground and towards the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and stripped down, not caring if the dress wrinkled as it lay abandoned on the marble floor.

I stood under the hot stream, reveling in how it heated up my skin. I waited for a moment, noticing how the water felt as it crashed into my skin, eventually moving to grab the shampoo, starting to clean myself off.

I kept my gaze on the wall of the shower as I mindlessly cleaned myself, not paying much mind to what I was doing.

I glanced down at my hands, noticing how the skin at my fingertips was beginning to wrinkle, a sure sign I had been under the water for longer than I thought.

I sighed, shutting the water off and stepping out of the shower. Once I had wrapped myself in a warm towel, I made my way into the bedroom. I grabbed the gun that laid on the bedside table and placed it in my suitcase, running my fingers over the intricate design.

I had already made up my mind of who would be the next to die at my hand, with this gun. But I knew it would never be that easy.

I moved my gaze from the gun and back to my bed, dropping my hand to my side. I walked back over to the bed, dropping the towel, and crawled under the warm sheets, enjoying the feel of the soft fabric against my skin.