54: What doesn't kill you

Pov: Andre

The moment I laid eyes on Bianca and registered all the cuts on and bruises on her body, seeing her surrounded by my enemies... I'd been running on nothing but pure rage and anguish ever since.

The way she had looked at me like she was so relieved to see me, like I was her savior, when I was the one that had gotten her into this mess in the first place. That shit ate me alive.

And then, I had killed that man in front of her, the one responsible for her stab wounds and she had looked at me with an expression I have never really seen on her. An expression of fear.

I had tried to pick her up and she had flinched from at first. As if... As if fuck! As of I was going to hurt her.

She had clung to my suit jacket and sobbed into my chest, making the most agonizing sounds that made my insides crawl with vengeful rage.

But as the battle raged around us and the last of the Polish were rounded up to be tortured later, Bianca grew increasingly quiet and reserved. She was barely breathi