Chapter 59 Falling in love again
“I'll tell you! I'll tell you! “Fuck, Volkov, stop!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Let her go!”
He signaled the men that held Charlotte, and they instantly let go of her; the men holding me moved away too.
I ran to her and grabbed her; she held me back, sobbing uncontrollably, “Oh my God.” I shook as I held her arm, and she winced in pain. “You broke her shoulder. “Fuck! You broke her fucking shoulder!”
“Tell me what your mission here is, Davenport,” Volkov asked.
“Call her a doctor first,” I said fiercely. “She's in pain… I … I can't take it; it physically hurts to see,” my voice trembled.
“I'll call a doctor once you tell me why you lied to me! "Volkov's voice had grown impatient.
“Anastasia!,”
Volkov froze.
I looked up to see Becky's gaze; she wore a look of betrayal. I immediately looked away, my gaze landing back on Charlotte.
“What do you want with Anastasia?” Volkov inquired.
I stood up to face him. “To save her,” I swallowed, “because I hear there's a psychotic Russian Mafia lord who's going to pry her stomach open for a stupid chip!” My face turned red in anger. I wasn't the least angry about the chip; it was Charlotte's broken shoulder.
“My chip is in her.”
“She is just a kid! Fuck, you couldn't wait for her to pass it out? I waved my hands in the air in rage.
“Is she still alive?” Becky asked, fear reeked in her voice.
“She is, for now,” Volkov said. He turned to face one of his soldiers. “Call a doctor for the young lady.”
His gaze returned to me as the man walked out. “You and me, we have one or two things to talk about.”
He turned and walked out of the room; I knew I was supposed to follow.
I turned back to look at Charlotte. “Baby, I'm so sorry,” I apologized and immediately followed Volkov.
He led me down a dark hallway; he didn't say a word, and I didn't either; his men followed silently, each holding guns pointed directly at my head.
Soon we reached a room; it was brightly lit with couches in a circle. “Seat,” he instructed as he moved to sit on one of the couches.
I moved to sit across from him. “Now what?” I asked.
He leaned forward, his gaze focused, “You are not a bad man, Davenport.”
I clenched my fists so tight that my knuckles turned white. “You don't know me.”
“I know you saved my life, even if it's to trick me; you still did.”
“Are you going to get all sentimental?” my brow raised.
“I'm going to say thank you,” he said in a softer tone. “My men got the chip out of Anastasia just a few hours ago.”
“What the fuck?! You killed her?! I stood up in rage.
“She…passed it out.” His face twisted as he spoke.
My chest heaved. I looked around to watch their faces. He wasn't lying. “She's alive?”
“Yes, only because of you,”
“Why?” I slowly sat back down. “Why would you do that for me?”
“You saved me, so I want to form an alliance.”
“I don't want an alliance; I want Anastasia, and I wanted my wife, and I want to get the fuck out of here.”
He snapped his finger, and one of the men walked out and came back with a bag over her head and her hands tied behind her. I knew instantly it was her.
The man pulled away the bag, and I saw her face; her eyes looked around with fear, sweat dripping down the sides of her face. Her red hair stuck to her face due to tongue sweat.
“I'll let her go with you and your wife,” he said.
“Only if I form an alliance?”
He nodded.
“Fine, we have an alliance.” I moved to Anastasia; she took a step back, trembling.
“Please…don't hurt me,” she said, shaking.
I grabbed her hands and removed the ropes that bound them, then I slipped my hand into hers. “I’m a friend of your father's.”
“You can go, Davenport; I'll get in touch.”
I instantly dragged Anastasia out of the room; she was still shaking, scared of me. I led her into the room Charlotte was in; immediately she saw Becky, and her eyes widened.
“Becky!” She shouted and ran to her.
I, on the other hand, rushed to Charlotte; her shoulder had been popped back into place and a bandage wrapped around it. I rushed to pull her into a hug. “You are okay,” I muttered. “I’m so glad you are okay.”
I lifted her up from the ground, and I turned to face Becky; she and Anastasia were still hugging.
“Let's go,” I said and rushed out for the place; Volkov's men didn't try to stop us.
As we sped onto the road, Becky and Anastasia talked in the back seat, “Are you okay?” Becky asked, “I'm so sorry that happened to you; you are just seventeen; you shouldn't have gone through all that.”
Anastasia could only sob uncontrollably.
I placed my hand on Charlotte's thigh and rubbed it. “He won't hurt you anymore, I promise.”
The night I lay next to Charlotte, her arm hurt really badly. I wish I could take the pain away and inflict it on myself if it meant that she would be free.
“Go to sleep, Damein,” she mumbled, her eyes closed as she tried to sleep.
“I can't; I can't stop looking at you,” I spoke gently.
Her eyes slowly opened and her brown eyes fluttered. “You can't hate yourself for what happened today, Damien."
“I don't have a choice, Charlotte.” I pressed my forehead against hers.
She placed her hand on my face and pressed a kiss against my lips. “I know our wedding is a contract, Damien. I know that there is no ring on my finger.” She adjusted to face me. “But this marriage will always be for better or for worse, for rich and for poor, for sickness and for health…”
A cloud of tears formed in my eye as she spoke.
“We share happiness, Damein, we share pain, we share danger. I married all of you, not one.”
The tears dropped down my face and onto the bed, and she reached for it and wiped it with her thumb. “I love you, Damien.”
“I love you,” I said. “I love you,” I repeated, wishing that there was a more passionate way to say it because the word “love” couldn't begin to do justice to what I felt.
“I…,” my chest heaved, “I would…my heart…”
She placed her hand against my chest. "Take a deep breath, Damien."
“My heart beats for you,” I finally said.
A smile tugged at her lip
s, “Mine too,” she said suddenly as our lips locked into the next other.
I grabbed her, my arm around her waist, I pressed her tightly against myself.