Luca’s pov
The fire that flashed before my eyes was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and the image right in front of me was the cause.
It was Ryan, cradling Sofia in his arms.
I instantly reeled myself back, reminding myself that he was only doing his job, that he was only protecting her, telling from the unconscious body laying a few feet away from them.
But still, the possessive part of me was struggling against the hold a rational part of me had on it, the part of me that wanted to order Ryan to his knees for daring to hold what was mine in his arms the way he was currently doing.
But one look at Sofia told me that was shit faced drunk, which is probably why they’re in this current situation, because she’d be on her feet right if she could stand, at least.
As if already sensing how close I was to losing it, Ryan began to speak.
“Your wife got drunk, boss. She ended up getting taken advantage of by the dude who I knocked out some minutes ago, and she’s safe now.”
Once he was done speaking, I let my eyes settle on Sofia’s small frame for a few seconds before looking at Ryan’s face once again. I knew that she was safe now, so far I’m present, she’d always be safe, but it did him good to still mention that, because that helped to calm that possessive part of me even more, which was honestly for everyone’s good.
“Where were you and Ethan when she was being led outside?” I demanded, making sure my question gave none of the anger I was currently feeling right now. My chest fekt extremly tight fron the thought of it Ryan had been a little late, then perhaps the unfortunate dude would have left the club with my precious wife…
Once again, I saw red flash before my eyes and I had to clench my hand by my side to stop myself from reaching out on tugging on Ryan’s ear like he was a kid.
Before I could completely ground myself, Sofia was mewling groggily and moving around in Ryan’s grip, which made my chest instantly expand as I held my hands out a fleeting moment later.
I didn’t need to say a word. In the next moment, Ryan was depositing Sofia into my arms as gently as possible. Sofia’s body felt as great as I remembered it feeling, slight and petite, warm and familiar.
I hoisted her up against my chest and at once, the pain in my chest drastically reduced a notch when she snuggled into my chest and buried her face into my neck. The groan she let out after that made me remember that she was drunk as fuck right now and I found myself cursing under my breath as I turned away from Ryan and began to briskly walk to my car.
After the text came in from Ryan, I had instantly threw on a pair of shoes and a jacket and was out of the house a few minutes later. Of course, the first thing that came into my mind after that thought was for me to order Ryan and Ethan to not let her leave the hotel for any goddamn club at any cost.
But I knew doing that wasn’t gonna help my case in any way, it was only gonna make it even harder for her to forgive me.
And so, I began to head towards the club, and the traffic chose tonight of all night to be a bitch. It was a good thing that I ordered one of my guards to drive the car instead of doing it myself, because now that I was cradling Sofia in my arms right now, I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to deposit her in the back seat if I was the one who’s supposed to drive us home.
I settled in the back seat and when Sofia snuggled against me, a small relieved sigh eased out of me as i cradled her against me as softly as I could: I wanted to do nothing than to hug her as tight as possible right now, but refrained from doing that because I knew her head is definitely splitting right now.
It had been completely irresponsible of her to visit the club tonight, but I knew it was my fault, so automatically, I’m to shoulder all the blame.
I found myself holding her against me a little tighter, because I never want to lose her no matter what, while also wishing I could somehow make things better between us.
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If watching Sofia leaving the house last night had hurt me the most in my life, then that was because nothing had prepared me for this sight before me.
Sofia was sobbing uncontrollably, and because it was obviously my fault, I felt at a loss for what to do.
She was still extremely drunk, and so she spew so many gberish at me, but there were moments where the drunk haze clears off her mind, and in those moments, she didn’t hold back at all as she expressed her hate for me vehemently and how I had completely broken her heart beyond repair.
I tried consoling her but that was almost impossible to do when she kept ordering me to stay away from her and not dare to touch her.
But like it has been going on for hours, a few minutes later, she has slumped down weekly while sobbing in my arms and I held her tight while whispering a string of unending apologies to her, one which she definitely isn’t even listening to due to how drunk she still is.
She vomited a couple of times and adamantly refused my help but I ignored her at this point because she obviously needed my held. I held her against me as she cried and expressed her hate and disgust for me, and then I held her in the shower in order to help her head get cleared a little.
After the shower, it helped in calming her a little and I was relieved about that as I dressed her in her favorite large shirt. Once I was done, a huge part of my heart felt like it got chunked away when she pointed at the door and coldly ordered me to leave because she never wanted to see my face again.
She flopped unto the bed and resumed sobbing, and I slowly cradled her in my arms, comforting her as best as I could. Even though I was the reason I was hurting, she seeked out comfort from me because she was snuggling into me as soon as she started to doze off and I held her tightly, vowing to myself that I was gonna undoubtedly make things right.
When she woke up the next day, it was already noon. I had prepared some tea for her to help with her hangover and I helped her sit up while she moaned in pain.
Although, when her eyes settled on my face, her eyes widened comically in horror and then she was pulling away from me as if she just caught fire.
I inched towards her but she held a hand out, a chilling coldness settled on her face as she spoke.
“Don’t you dare.”