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“Babe, you…”
She saunters back over to the coffee machine and looks over in anticipation. I don’t know what I’m going to say though.
“What?”
“You died,” I whisper.
For a moment, I wish with everything inside that this could be real. That she didn’t die. That all that horror that happened was the nightmare I just woke from. But when she smiles and looks away, I know this can’t be real.
“I still think the kitchen needs to be redone. Something more earthy. I like neutral colors. It calms the soul.”
“Sorcha…”
She comes back over to me and reaches up to touch my face. “I meant what I said that day.”
“Which day?”
“When we first brought Timothy home and you did that video. You are the love of my life and I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I know. That’s why I need you to wake up. Timothy needs you. They all need you. Vincent, please wake up.”
Wake up…
Her smile fades, then she fades before me as my eyes flutter open.
I take a deep breath and find myself staring up at the ceiling.
“Vincent.” Ava grasps my hand as I stir, but then she pulls away. Tears stream down her cheeks.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Salvatore says. He walks up to me with caution in his expression.
One look at the two of them, and I remember.
“Timothy,” I gasp and bolt upright, nearly falling over. This shit they gassed us up with is still in my system. Salvatore catches me as I stumble over. “Fuck. They have my son.”
“Sit down, Vincent,” Salvatore says, pushing me back down to sit. “He’s okay. Ilya wants you to call. He left a message to call him when you wake up.”
Ava starts crying harder. I look to her knowing she blames herself. It’s not her fault though. It’s mine. What the fuck am I going to do? What the motherfucking hell am I really going to do?
“Get me a phone,” I demand.
Salvatore takes out his phone and gives me a piece of paper with a phone number on it.
I dial the number, and Ilya answers on the first ring.
That fucker.
“Wonderful, looks like you’re ready to take me seriously,” he says.
“You give me my boy back, you motherfucker. I’ll fucking hack off your head if you don’t give him back.”
“And I’ll kill him if you don’t give me the girl. Looks like we both have requests. You’re just being greedy by wanting them both.”
I look at Ava and can’t believe it’s come to this. A matter of choice. This bastard is making me choose between my son and my girl.My girl. There I go again making mistakes.
What am I doing though?
