جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 50

Lena’s POV The ring sits heavily on my palm, as I try to process what he just said. I’m trying but I can’t simply understand why he would just leave him there. “You watched him die?” My voice is shaking now. “You were there and you left him?” “I did what he asked me to do.” He said. “What he…” I laugh, but it’s ugly. “He was bleeding! He needed a doctor! Not you and your goddamn promises!” “Lena…” “Don’t!” I scream, dropping the ring. “Don’t you dare say my name.” The tears start falling from my eyes. I hate that I’m crying in front of him. “You’re a monster.” The words tear out of me. “You killed him. You sat there and watched him die and then you walked away. That’s what you did.” His jaw tightens. “It’s not that simple.” “Not simple?” I step forward, right in his face. “You let my father die alone. In a parking lot and you did nothing.” I spit out the words. “I hate you. I will never forgive you for this. Do you hear me? Never.” I turn before he can s

Lena’s pov: I storm angrily into the guest room. My heart is already pounding from the heated conversation downstairs. I don’t want to hate him, I don’t. I just wish I could let this go and go back to the way we were before. I sit on the bed and just cry, I cry about my dad not being here, I cry about the pain of losing Dante, and the lies he told. The door suddenly opens and Dante bursts in. “Lena.” “Get out,” I scream in his face. “No.” “You don’t get to just…” My voice cracks. “You don’t get to kiss me and act like it takes back all the lies you told” “I’m not acting like anything.” He shuts the door behind him. “I want to fix this, you’re the one running.” “I’m not running!” I throw a vase at him but he dodges. “I’m trying to breathe! You lied to me, Dante. About my father, about our whole relationship, and you think one kiss fixes that?” “I don’t think anything fixes that.” “Then why—” “Because I can’t stand watching you walk away fr

DANTE’S POV I sit in my study with a glass of whiskey I haven’t touched. It’s 3:17AM. I lay my phone face down on the desk. I’ve flipped it over about a hundred times in the past hour. Nothing from her yet. Ricardo texted me when they dropped her off. *She’s inside. Safe.* Safe. That word feels like a lie in my mouth, she’s anything but safe in that house. But she asked for space and I have to give her that. Now the whole house feels like a tomb. I stand and pace to the window unable to sleep. Is she sleeping? Is she eating? Did her mom yell at her? Did she cry? Did she mean it when she said `“You were never who I thought you were.”` Fuck. I down the whiskey. It burns. I should go to her. Drive to the Virelli manor right now and kick down the gate and tell her we’ll figure it out. But she said she needed space. So I don’t go. I give her space. Even though it feels like cutting off my own arm. --- The sound of my phone ring

LENA’S POV I’m sitting on the floor outside Dante’s bedroom door with my knees pulled to my chest. Ricardo is leaning against the wall across from me, fully alert. Inside, the doctor is stitching Dante up. I can hear the low murmur of his voice. Shit, I can’t bear hearing the sounds of him in pain. Ricardo keeps glancing at me. “He’s gonna be fine, the doc said the bullet just grazed his stomach.” I nod, but I can’t stop my hand from shaking. His blood is all over my hands. Everything just feels so surreal, A few minutes ago I had a gun in my hands and I pulled the trigger at Luciano. My chest goes tight at the thought of what happened. I’m still finding it hard to believe Luciano would do something like this. He always showed my brother and me so much love growing up. I guess it was all lies. He just wanted revenge for a woman who never chose him and he was willing to use me to get it. The door opens and I’m on my feet before Ricardo can say anything. T

Lena’s POV The air in the room goes razor thin. My cheek is still burning where her hand landed. I can taste blood on my tongue. Dante storms into the room full of fury. “Touch my wife again,” he says. “And you walk out of here dead.” My mother freezes, her face instantly turning pale. For a second, I think she’s going to apologize. That she’ll see what she’s done. She doesn’t. “Excuse me?” she snaps, and the rage comes rushing back. “You don’t get to talk to me like that I am her mother. I have every right…” “Had,” Dante cuts in as he steps further into the room. “You had the right, but you gave it up the day you handed your daughter to a man who tried to put a bullet in her head.” “That wasn’t…” “That was exactly what it was.” Dante cuts her off. “Don’t lie to me, don’t lie to her and most especially don’t lie to yourself.” She flinches. “I raised her,” she says, her voice sounding defensive. “I bled for her. I….” “You bled for yourself,” I s