Chapter 116 ENGAGED???
LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.
My knuckles were split open from the assault done by they had inflicted earlier, causing a deep burning pain in my hand as I sat. But I barely felt it; all I could see was the same image from earlier.
Sloane, bloodied, pale, sickly….dying. My leg bounced against the side table as I tried to keep myself seated, as my skin suddenly grew burning hot; sweat lingered on the back of my neck, my forehead, and my clothes felt fucking damp.
All I wanted to do was give in to the retching feeling in the back of my throat, gag, and release the contents of my earlier dinner all over the floor. But I had to steel myself, I had to snap out of it.
Sloane was okay…she had to be okay….I wasn’t too late. Sloane wasn’t dying…she won’t be like mom, Lucien. She just can’t be like mom.
You can save her. Eldric didn’t win, you’re still in time.
“Would you like some water, sir?” That was all I heard from the young maid with a robotic smile on her face as she slightly bowed in front of me, but all I could taste was the bile in the back of my throat mixed with blood, so I nodded my head and grunted out;
“Cold water,” That was all I could manage without shooting vomit all over her face, my clothes, and the floor.
I could see and feel her nod from the corner of my eye before she dashed off to wherever she was going, but all I could stare at was the invisible dot on the wall……Sloane was okay.
Killian didn’t get to her,
His earlier words before I’d proceeded to knock him out, and dash to my car in a panicked frenzy, flood my mind again in the same haunted echo; “Sloane’s gonna fucking die. Once she sees what u’ve done to her on the fucking internet, she’s going to fucking die! If I can’t have her, no one else will!”
Those were his exact words, before I proceeded to smack him so hard, his eyes rolled to the back of his head instantly, before he went limp in my arms.
Sloane wouldn’t right…..she wouldn’t attempt….not for this. Not when I can still save her; save us.
“Lucien!” Was the next thing I heard from the upper part of the mansion, but I fucking swear to fuck, it sounded and felt like an angel had called my name using my girl’s voice. I started up with my mouth slightly agape in wonder, and caught the sight of her.
Her blonde hair looked perfect; it was all over the place, like she had recently run her hands all over it, but for some reason, it looked beautiful. Her cute pink romper looked delectable as she walked towards me, but all I could stare at was her.
I must have looked star-struck as I stared at her, but I couldn’t give a shit.
She looked… alive. Not like the bloody, pale, dying sight that’d been haunting my dreams and memories for the past month, but like the alive woman I’d fallen in love with.
“Sloane.” Was the only name I could find the strength to mutter, but before I could even attempt to say anything else, or blubber like a fucking idiot, her arms wrapped around my midsection in a hug, wrapping me around her delicious vanilla scent. That instantly snapped me out of the haze Killian had pulled me into, as I wrapped my arms around her with a satisfied groan.
“Sloane,” I repeated her name like it was a prayer, because it’d started to feel like it. She felt alive too… this wasn't a dream. She really was here.
“Lucien, they’re saying different things about me on the internet.” She whispered in my neck as she sobbed softly. The sound of her choking slightly on her tears had my chest tightening, and my heart pounding with determination.
Killian would pay for each second she cried; I would personally make sure of it.
“I thought I told you not to check the internet, princess,” I muttered into her hair, still reeling from the peace she brought me by being in my arms.
“Sorry.” She whispered, pulling away from me, slightly, I should add, because I didn’t let her go far. If I wanted to remain sane at least, I needed some form of contact with her, no matter what. “Curiosity killed the cat, I guess.”
“Did satisfaction bring you back. Baby?” I asked with a smile despite myself, as my heart rate slowed down to a normal level. The earlier gripping fear is no longer a constant in the back of my mind.
“Not really.” She pouted, her eyes slightly red to show she had cried. I clenched my jaw in irritation at Killian again.
Fuck brotherhood.
He dug his fucking grave the second he welcomed the thought of fucking with what’s mine.
She peered at me from underneath her lashes, her stance unsure as she bit her lower lip nervously; “Do you believe what they’re saying?”
“What, no.” She thought I did?
Why would I ever believe anything anyone says about her when it’s not her saying it? I knew Killian was a lunatic genius, and I still befriended the fucker.
I knew he and Roxanne were fucking related, yet I made him part of my brotherhood.
The fault was on me, not her.
“Of course not. I would never believe such a thing. I know my girl.” I said, grabbing onto her hands softly and kissing them tenderly. She blushed visibly, her eyes becoming wetter as she pulled herself closer to me.
“Okay….what are we going to do?” She asked, but I already had a plan. One that I was sure would ruin Killian, no matter what.
“I think we should get engaged.”
Before she could say anything to my suggestion, I heard the sharp yell of her father from where he stood, “Over my dead body!”
Sloane turned to him instantly, her eyes pleading as she regarded her father/. His eyes softened when they glanced over at her for a moment, before they hardened again when they were directed at me.
“You will not be my daughter’s husband. I forbid it!” He yells, his hands behind his back as he takes an alert stance. His wife stands by his side with a sad expression on her face, her palm on her husband’s arm, like she is trying to pacify the blonde-haired man.
“Dad, please.” Sloane pleaded. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”
“No, Sloane.” Her father said, unrelenting. “I will not be having the spawn of Eldric Hayes as a son-in-law, no matter what. That bloodline is poison.”
Fuck.
This might be harder than I fucking thought.