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Chapter Fifteen
Elena
“Elena!” My name being called causes me to jolt from pure shot, out of a dead sleep. I glance around the room I’m in and see dark, navy sheets over top of me, trying to recollect how I got here. And then everything starts rushing back like a tidal wave.
Last night. His friends. What he whispered to me.
“Elena!” The man screams again, this time with his accent a tad bit thicker and I realize it’s Migual. I hop out of bed, grab the silk robe I see on the hook by the door and cover myself while I rush down the stairs. I know they’ve seen me naked numerous times, but if I don’t have to expose myself than I won’t.
“Migual, where are you?!” I call out into the air, seeing him rush into the corridor from the kitchen. Swiftly, I go into the kitchen and see Luca’s body on the floor. He looks like he’s asleep . . . but I know he can’t be. An eerie feeling washes over me and I know something isn’t right.
“What the hell happened?” I ask, trusting my instincts, and as Migual looks over to the counter with the empty prescription bottle . . . I realize what Luca did. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. What did he take?”
Migual shrugs, looking more worried with every passing moment. “H-he took Vicodin before when he went down this path.”
Looking around the kitchen I remember what happened the one time I snuck out to Amsterdam with my friend, Emilia. I’m pretty sure my boarding school never even told father about the incident. If they did, I’m sure I would’ve never been allowed to step foot in that school ever again.
My eyes land on a pot and I rush over to grab it from the hook it’s hanging from, pull it down and go over to the faucet, turning on the cold water. The last time I was around someone who overdosed on that lovely trip to Amsterdam, I watched everything Emilia did. In hindsight, she must have someone in her life she had to do this for. When the pot is halfway full I dump it over his head, hoping the freezing cold water will somehow shock him into waking up.
“Okay . . . overdoses, think, think!” I mutter lowly to myself. Migual gave me the impression Luca has done this in the past, which means he may or may not have overdosed in the past as well. Knowing what I do of Migual he would’ve prepared for something like this. “Do you have anything to give him, if he were to overdose? Naloxone?” I suggest, remember hearing about the drug. It’s been popular over the last few years in aiding those from having opioid overdoses.
Migual draws his brows together, “What is Naloxone?”
“The thing you spray up their noses, if they overdose.” I bark, needing him to sense the urgency here.
“Yes, yes! I have it! I bought some last year,” Migual instantly replies, rushing over to the other side of the kitchen he opens one of the higher cabinets and pulls out a small box with a key lock. After he’s typed in a couple numbers he runs over with a small vile of the drug.
I take it from Migual’s hand and go back over to Luca’s side, kneeling down next to him and hold one of his nostrils shut while I release the spray up his nose. After a few moments I take the small tube out and lean back, staring at his dark features, waiting for something, anything to happen.
Nothing does.
Nothing at all.
Out of nowhere, it’s like the gates come crashing down and every ounce of anger, frustration, betrayal and heartache oozes out of me. I go from being a woman determined to handle this panic filled situation to someone who seems like she doesn’t give a flying fuck about the man laying unconscious on the floor before her.
Scooting closer to him, I plant my hands on both sides of his head and stare at his face . . . waiting, but still, nothing happens.
Pulling my hand back, I slap him once. Until I do it again, and again, and again —repeatedly slamming my flesh against his.
How dare he have the audacity to take drugs after what he did last night, to be selfish in this way. How could he do this when he’s the one person I can depend on right now? Now that he’s made sure he’s the only person I can count on. For fuck’s sake, he’s my husband and while we don’t have a conventional relationship in the slightest bit . . . I still . . . need him in a way.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. Fucking dying right before my eyes like the selfish bastard you are. How could you do this to me?!” I cry out, tears rushing over my cheeks. I plant my hands back around his head and feel my tears fall onto the back of them. “You made sure I was yours, that I was your perfect little princess in that fucking cage, told me to fall in love with you and then you pull away and tell your friends to use me like I mean nothing to you. As if I’m a common whore. You don’t give a fuck about me, you only give a shit about your role in the Clans, your power. Well, how are you going to have power when you’re fucking dead, you smug bastard!” I cry into the air, sounding much like a wounded animal. Even though I know what I’ve said, the hiccups through my words make it barely decipherable.
“I never g-gave a f-fuck about them,” He rasps.
Luca blinks a couple of times before I realize this isn’t a dream. He’s actually speaking to me, and with one foul swoop I bring my hand crashing down onto his cheek, screeching my anger filled words. “Of course you don’t! This is all about Mariana, isn’t it!? You just want to be closer to her, as fucking close as you can be, even if it means being in a room with her . . . that’s all you wanted, you never wanted a wife and you surely never wanted me, nor have you ever given a damn. You’re only using me to try to make her jealous, to use me as your fucking show pony. Hear me now, and hear me clearly, Luca Ungur. I am done being your pawn in this ridiculous game. I am done with you.”
I rise from where I had been kneeling when he says something I never expected of him, “You’re right. I did use y-you for those t-things. But I’m not anymore. I—I’m drawn to you, Elena.”
“Lies. That’s the only thing that will ever come out of your mouth, only more lies. If you’re going to kill me then just get it over with. Don’t drag it out through this ridiculous time limit.”
Luca starts to sit up, and glares at me with fury behind his own eyes. “Do you h-honestly think I want to kill y-you?” His voice still rasps through his tone, but I don’t give a fuck. I won’t feel sorry for the man since he did this to himself.
Without a doubt, I answer him truthfully. “Yes, I do.”
He scoffs, “Then get out. Get the fuck out of my house and don’t ever come near me again. I don’t want to see your fucking face,” Luca stops speaking to me and looks to Migual, “Migual, please give Elena some clothes and her belongings so she can finally leave us be.”
Migual gives his boss a confused look but nods, taking ahold of my hand and leads me downstairs. He takes me to the closet on the outside of theoublietteand hands me a pair of designer jeans, with a blouse and finally stops. “I . . . I will miss your presence here, Miss Elena, even though all of our conversations haven’t been the best . . . I saw something different in Luca during your stay here. I’m saddened your leaving us, however I wish you nothing but the best.” Migual offers me a soft smile, but I can’t think of what to say in this moment.
“I’ll be back in a minute, please get changed so I can escort you out.” Migual rushes up the stairs and I open the closet further and find a matching bra and underwear set, slide those on and then put on the clothing he handed me. Shoes are at the bottom, so I put those on as well and by the time he comes back down the stairwell I’m ready to leave.
Migual takes me up the stairs and hands off my purse, phone and gives me a stack of money . . . which makes me feel disgusting, but I don’t object to taking it. I’ll need to start over, to reinvent myself and most of all, to figure out what I’m going to do.
Migual opens the door and I walk out into the warm heat, only to feel my phone vibrate and see a text message from Ivana pop up on my screen. If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is. I’ve never felt a part of the Clans in my life because I’m not the royal Romanian blood that they are. I’m simply the daughter of a priest. I know the plan was to double cross Ivana and Galina to benefit Luca, although, I have an even better idea. I’m going to double cross them for my own benefit, and to maybe even have a place. Not one that was ever given to me, but one that has been earned through loyalty.
