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His fists met the furniture indiscriminately as he hit and punched until the skin off his knuckles peeled, blood pouring down his hands. He no longer felt the sting of pain, only the ache of his heart and the fact that he'd quite possibly made the biggest mistake of his life—one that he would forever regret.
He continued to wreak havoc on everything that got in his way, only stopping when the sound of the lock turning claimed his attention.
"You're not going to solve anything even if you tear the house down," Yuyu told her in that quiet manner of hers.
Her eyes were rimmed with tears, and he knew immediately that she felt the same pain that thundered in his chest.
"Yuyu," he croaked, the sound harsh and full of despair.
She took a tentative step forward. Then another. Until she reached his side. Fitting her hand against his cheek, she brushed her thumb against his lips.
"What have I done?" he rasped.
"What havewedone? Don't put this burden only on your shoulders. Not when I am equally at fault."
"She'll never forgive us," he told her in a pained whisper.
"I know. But she'll live. That's all that matters."
"Do you think he really would have killed her?" The implication was clear. Had they done the correct thing to force this marriage against all odds?
"Yes," Yuyu nodded reluctantly. "The thugs that attacked us were a prime example. So were the other dozen people who followed us everywhere we went that Noelle had no clue of. He was serious about this, Cisco. I don't know why, but he was serious."
And that was the least of it.
Every time Noelle would go out, Cisco would receive reports of her whereabouts from Sergio's men. It was how he'd found out about her excursions to Rafaelo's university in the first place. He wouldn't have been as hard on her if he hadn't known Sergio would be worse.
Pictures upon pictures of her going about her day, all captioned the same.
You decide whether she lives or dies.
Maybe Cisco could have protected her better. But he was smart enough to admit his limitations. Even he wouldn't have been able to be with her at all times. And with Noelle's rebellious streak, it was only a matter of time before she found herself unprotected. And…dead.
"I don't even think it was about her," Cisco pursed his lips. "I think it was his injured pride and the fact that we dared to plan an attack against him. It wasn't that he wanted Noelle. He wanted the bride we didn't want to give."
"How are we going to solve this?" Yuyu asked, slowly caressing his cheek.
"We'll hurt him where it matters the most. Money. Power. We'll go for his businesses until he has nothing left. I've already laid the foundation for this, but it's a long game."
"We'll do it. Together."
"I promised Noelle she wouldn't have to be there for long and at least that promise, I aim to keep."
"I know you will, Cisco. I know you will," Yuyu gave him a tentative smile as she led him to his chair, seating him and proceeding to tend to his injuries.
He didn't make a sound as she applied disinfectant and bandaged his wounds, merely staring out in the distance.
Her heart ached for him and for what he must be feeling but which he didn't know how to show. She knew him too well not to see the pain and the hurt he was keeping at bay.
The fact that he'd acted violently towards the furniture was a small mercy, since he usually tended to keep everything inside until his pain became unbearable.
But she knew how to help him.
After she was done with her ministrations, she put everything aside, clearing his desk with one swipe of her arm.
Cisco's attention snapped to her as he watched her intently, his chest rising and falling as tension rolled him in violent waves even in this quiet moment.
He was a ticking bomb, her husband.
