Chapter Sixty nine
I get out of bed and walk to my door and peek out to see who is going to appear. I know Cyrus’s footsteps and he barely makes a sound when he is walking around the house and this brings me a little fear inside because I know the guards are not allowed inside the house. Who is it? I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and maybe I should have brought a weapon with me incase it’s an intruder in the house.
I am relieved when I see Cyrus’s frame and immediately panic when I see blood on his clothes. I run out of my room to him and help him into his bedroom without thinking twice about it. I want to set him on the bed but he directs us to the bathroom, immediately after he has sat down he starts to remove his jacket and I help him while he groans slowly. I help him out until his upper body is naked and inspect his wounds. He has a few red marks which seem like they come from blows and a cut below his ribs that’s still oozing blood slowly.
“Did you get shot? This looks bad we should take you to the clinic.” I finally say breaking the silence since we haven’t said a word from each other since I got him on the hallway.
“It’s a knife wound. Just help me disinfect it and patch it up and I will be fine.”
“Where are the supplies?”
“In the medicine cabinet right there. He says as he points at it with his eyes.”
I get to it and take the first aid kit. I slowly clean the wound while it sips blood and I cringe but still do it anyway.
“I have never done this before; I don’t think I can do it.”
“So the virgin says. Do what exactly?” He answers mockingly with a bit of anger there. I hold my retort and say slowly
“Stitch you up. I don’t know how. Do you need me to get someone?”
“You’re a mafia princess how can you not know these things? You’re completely useless. You can’t do your duties as my wife can you? Why did I even marry you?” He shouts as he pushes me off him.
I remind myself to calm down since he is lashing out because he is in pain. I also know he is true I should have known these things but my dad thought I was too precious to learn icky stuff that involved blood.
“I wonder why he is even so interested in you. The level of stupidity and craziness it takes to make such a mistake, I doubt it was a mistake anyway. Maybe he wanted to get rid of me just so he could have you all to himself.” He says and starts laughing painfully while he gets the needle and begins stitching himself.
I am too much of a coward I guess because I can’t watch and leave him alone in the bathroom. I go to his bedroom and sit in his bed and wait for him.
I wonder who he was talking about that made him get the knife tonight. I bet it’s that Russian Alex Lenkov who can’t seem to take the hint I guess, and so I end up getting his anger instead. I keep rubbing my hands on my night dress while I ponder of what I could do next to make Cyrus feel better. Maybe I should make him something to eat… as I think that he comes out of the bathroom freshly showered with water still running from his hair in only a towel to his naked body.
He raises an eyebrow clearly surprised to find me still here waiting for him in his bedroom. He then continues to his closet where he puts on his boxer and comes back straight towards me on the bed. He watches me for a few minutes while I stay quiet, and then he finally asks
“Why are you still here?” he asks as he takes a few strands of my hair and plays with them on his hand
“I thought maybe I could help you with something you needed before I went to bed. Do you want something to eat or drink?”
“You could have been a real help with the needle in the bathroom. Don’t know what help you will be in here considering you won’t let me fuck you anyway” he says as he releases my hair and looks me straight in the eye. I suck my mouth and hesitantly say while avoiding eye contact
“Maybe I am finally ready. Tonight.”
“Really, why tonight of all nights?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I know you need it.”
“Why? Because I nearly got killed because of your stupid ass?” he says with a little chuckle
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t even there, I don’t know what happened.”
“At times like this I always wonder what would have happened if I had made a different decision”
“About what? Marrying me?” I ask as I hold my breath and wait for his answer.
He surprises me by kissing my forehead and giving me his hand. I take his hand and he leads me towards his door, opens it and when I get out and wait for him to follow he gives me a painful smile and closes the door on my face.
I am so surprised, embarrassed and humiliated I nearly cry. I stand there watching the door and having a need to knock the door and curse him out or plead with him, to do what I have no idea.
I wish he would hold me close to him, kiss me and tell me what has happened to him tonight and maybe I would be able to ease his pain a little bit. And then we would sleep tangled within each other and I would feel safe and comfy until morning comes but instead I am kicked out of my husband’s bedroom unceremoniously and left alone outside.
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