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I know if I don’t do this, my Padre will hurt Madre, and he will make me watch. He will make me watch what happens when you are fucking weak. I won’t let him rape her or beat her today, not fucking today.
And it all starts right now. I lunge forward and stab the man right in the fucking stomach. Blood is already gushing from the wound as I twist and turn it, making sure that there is damage, just like my Padre taught me. I rip it out and take several steps back. The man tries to scream, but the cloth is stopping him. It will be a faster death than other methods, but it will do.
I turn around, hand my Padre the knife, walk past him and his men, and leave the room. The man will die, and my Padre has finally got what he wanted. I am no longer an innocent kid. I am a killer, a monster, just like he said he wants me to become. Today is the day one Christian died, and a new Christian is born.
Everything seems to be going in slow motion as I slowly pull the knife from my stomach.
“Fanculo,” I whisper. Nicole is on her knees in front of me. One hand is on my face, and the other is on my hands over the wound. It isn’t helping, though; I am losing blood and fast. But the knife couldn’t stay in. That is one thing I learned from my Padre that is true: you keep it in when it is twisted, and it can do more damage.
“Christian,” she whispers. Her voice is shaky and consumed with fear. I wish I could take it away from her, but I can’t.
“Bambino,” I whisper.
“Please don’t leave me, I need you. You die, I die, remember. Please, I love you,” she says, her voice filled with even more anxiety, panic, and pain.
I look over at her father. Nicole’s knife is on the ground, his head is tilted back, and he is choking on his nuts. I see the blood pouring out of his open wound, making me smile.
I look over at Sebastian Jr., and Ty is standing over his bloody body. The kid is dead. Fuck, I guess I was out for a little bit.
“My Queen, you will be okay, it will be okay,” I confirm, trying to reassure her, but I honestly don’t know if I am going to be okay. I can feel my body becoming weaker as blood continues to seep out of my wound.
“No, Christian, this is not okay, you are not okay,” she yells at me. My beautiful fucking wife. My heart aches with the look in her eyes. I lean forward the best I can, and slowly remove one of my hands from my wound and lift it to her face, gently brushing her cheek with the back of my bloody hand.
“Ho bisogno di te Nicolette, I always have,” I whisper.
“Christian, please tell me what to do,” she begs me, she pleads with me. I feel the tears building in my eyes.
“Live for the both of us, Bambino,” I whisper, allowing the tears to escape my eyes and roll down my face. I can’t remember the last time I cried or allowed myself to feel, it all happened and crashed the moment she walked into my life, and I wouldn’t fucking change a thing because it brought me to her.
“Ty,” Nicole screams as I lean back against the wall and drop my hand from her face. Ty rushes over to my side. His hand is on my shoulder.
“Please take care of her,” I whisper, looking at my best friend. Ty takes a deep breath. There is worry and concern in his eyes.
He nods. “I will, Christian,” he confidently confirms, reassuring me that he will keep his word.
I take a deep, shaky breath as my eyes become heavy. I promised myself that I would never live in a world where she didn’t exist and I have kept my promise. This is not how I wanted this to end, but now I know she will be safe. She will live and be taken care of. She will finally be fucking free, and in the end, that is all that matters to me.
I wanted to be a part of her life and give her everything, and even though that probably will not happen, I am at peace knowing that those who wanted to take her from me are dead. If my dying is what needs to happen for her to be free, then I will gladly give my life for hers, no questions asked, no second guessing. I have been all in with her since she spilled her coffee on me. She is my everything; this is how I show her one last time.
69
Ty
Itighten my arms around Nicole as the cops and other people rush into the house towards Christian. Nicole is screaming and crying. Her entire body shakes against mine as I look down at my best friend. His eyes are closed, his breathing has stopped, and in return, he has caused my heart to stop.
I never thought anything would happen like this. We have been through so much shit over the years, running into sex houses and saving women and then burning down the houses to send a message. After a while, I just thought it was luck on our side, and we were untouchable. But now I see that I was blinded. We were never untouchable.
I have been by Christian’s side for as long as I can remember. He has been my boss, my best friend, my fucking brother. He has watched over and protected me, just like I promised to do for him. We have worked together for so long that I seriously can’t picture my life without him.
Christian is a good man. Even though we are monsters, he is loyal and strong and will do anything for those he loves. He has proven that to me over and over again, just like he did with Nicole today. There was no way in fuck either Christian or I would let that little fucking bastard take Nicole; even if it meant us both laying down our lives, we would have.
I feel like a fucking failure right now. I feel like I have failed him. I was supposed to protect him with my life, but in the end, it was him who protected me and Nicole.
He made me promise that I would protect her, and that is exactly what I am going to do. If I have to lay my life down for her, I will. And I will pray to a God I don’t believe in that he is spared. Nicole needs him, and I fucking need him.
Nicole and I are both not ready to let him go yet. I should have fucking known that something was happening in the background when the random ass fucking gangster showed up to try and take Nicole during their honeymoon.
Why the fuck did I not see any of this coming?
