Killer

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

VICTOR'S POV

"Victor, let go of me. What's the meaning of this?" She asked me, feeling irritated. 

"Come on..." I tried speaking, but she cut me off. 

"Victor, get your damn hand off me!" She commanded, and then I decided to let go of her hands. 

"What the fuck was wrong with you?" I heard Xander, my wolf, scream inside my head. 

Goddamnit! 

Why couldn't I control myself? I shouldn't be the one to spoil things for myself. What should I do now? 

I know what she'll be thinking now, and if I eventually allow her to walk down that door, she might decide not to go on with the union. I shouldn't let that happen. 

Just as she pulled the handle of the door, I pushed it back, and it closed. I stood in front of the door when she asked, "Victor, what has come over you?" She asked me, very much provoked, though she's trying hard not to raise her voice. 

"I'm sorry, Luna. I don't know what came over me," I told her calmly. 

"You should be sorry for yourself!" She said coldly. 

"I'm sorry, please," I pleaded with her. 

I need this marriage, not just because I want her to be my mate, but because of what I need. She's the only way out, and I can't afford to lose this opportunity. 

"I can't believe you could embarrass me like this," she spat coldly. 

"I didn't embarrass you at all," I told her. "I'm just desperate to have you."

"Is this how you have someone?" She asked me, and I could see the disappointment in her eyes. 

She's very much disappointed in me, and I'm ashamed of myself. I fucked up, and I'm admitting it, but at least she shouldn't take things too far. 

"Luna, it's a mistake, and you need to forgive me, since I didn't hurt you." I said. 

"You almost did," she told me. 

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," I said softly. 

"Can you allow me to leave now?" She asked, as though she's making a request. 

"Have you forgiven me?" I demanded. 

"Give me some time to think about it," she told me, and I removed my hand from the door and allowed her to leave.

I collapsed onto the couch, very much confused, as endless thoughts came into my mind. What's going through Luna's mind now? Would she be thinking otherwise? What if she eventually sends me a message tomorrow and tells me she's no longer interested? What would I do? 

"Next time, learn to control yourself," Xander said. I know he's also provoked; who wouldn't be? 

"I seriously don't know what came over me," I explained. 

"That's not an excuse," he screamed inside my head. 

"I'm not saying it's an excuse, but that shouldn't be a big deal for her," I said. 

"Can you damn well listen to yourself?" He asked me. 

"I know what I'm saying; right now, I'm her fiancé, and..." 

"Shut the fuck up!" He cut me off. 

"You should start praying to the moon goddess that Luna doesn't change her mind, or you're finished!" 

"Finished like how?" I demanded.

"Your entire plans would be ruin, you need her now just as you need the breath of the air," he told me.

He's right anybody but I don't think she's going to change her mind with what's at stake.

"She can't change her mind," I said to him. 

"What makes you feel that she can't change her mind?" He asked me. 

"She needs this marriage as much as I need it," I told him. 

"What do you mean?" He asked me. 

"You'll get to know soon," I told him and got up from the couch.

I'm supposed to go meet Ferdinand's mother; she had sent me a dozen text messages, and I have to be there before something else comes up. I walked to my wardrobe and brought out a black polo and blue pants. I put them on and immediately came out of the palace. I moved to the garage, got into my car, and then I zoomed off.

Just as I arrived at her place, I stopped the car and first looked around to see if anyone was around or watching me. Knowing that no one was, I got out of the car and headed to the doorstep. I pressed the doorbell, and after a while, the door opened, and Ferdinand's mother stood right in front of me. 

Her eyelids were red and raised from crying for her dead son. Ferdinand was her only child, and I felt hurt that he died because of me. If only I hadn't gone there that night, this wouldn't have happened to him. I'm the reason for his death, and I wonder how his mother is going to cope.

Without saying a word, she walked back inside the house, and I followed behind her. Just as I entered the living room, she sat down on the couch, and I sat down beside her. 

"Someone told me that Ferdinand was with you last night," she started. 

"He was actually with me, but he left..." I lied. 

"Before he left, what did he tell you?" She asked me. 

"He was going to meet Kieran," I lied. 

"What!" She exclaimed. 

"He was going to meet with Kieran?" She asked in disbelief. 

"I was even surprised myself," I said. 

"What did he wanted to do with that murderer?" She asked me. 

"I tried asking, but he wouldn't tell me," I said.

"Oh, no! That means, Kieran killed my son?" She asked me.

"I don't know, but if truly Ferdinand went to meet him then it could be true. You know who Kieran is, his a murderer." I told her without betting an eyelid.