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EMILIANO'S POV
The echo of the gunshot still resounded around the private plane area, causing this tiny annoying sound in my ears. Three red spots began to turn visible on Rafael's white shirt as the gun dropped from his grip, so did his whole body.
The sound of sirens were distant but we could hear a few coming our way.
Rebecca stood still beside me, her eyes glued to Rafael's lifeless body on the ground, the cop who had shot him moved to grab the gun on the ground.
"He's dead." Rebecca said in a low tone.
"It over." I said pulling her into me for a hug as police cars began to surround the area. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head against my chest. "I'm not."
My fingers stroked her hair. "You're going to be okay. I promise."
"Rebecca!" April's voice yelled out as she rushed towards us.
Rebecca lift ed her head and pulled away from me, accepting April's hug.
"Thank God you're okay." April whispered against her hair.
"He's dead." Rebecca repeated to April.
April's eyes met mine for a second, I knew exactly what she was thinking. Rafael's death aff ected Rebecca. But why? She hated him right? Everyone hated him, so why was she acting like she just lost someone very dear to her.
Rebecca pulled away from April.
"It's going to be okay." April said with a reassuring smile. "You need to relax, aft er everything you've seen today... You need rest, Emeliano, take her home... I'll handle things here."
"Okay-"
"Andrew?" Rebecca asked April.
"Rafael got to him just before he came here, the cops had been tailing him since this morning."
"How did Andrew get to Orlando before us?" I asked April.
"Turns out Rafael called in a few favors, Andrew was drugged back to Orlando where Rafael had been torturing him for a while, killed him just this morning." April said.
Rebecca sucked in a harsh breath.
"Becca it's going to be okay, I promise you." April reassured. "Go, I'll handle everything."
I nodded toward April. "Thanks April, for getting here on time." I said.
"It okay. Take her home."
"Come on." I said, leading Rebecca towards a car already waiting to take us home.
The car ride was silent, she kept looking out the window, playing with her fingers nervously. I knew her mind wasn't settled, I knew something was bothering her, and I knew she needed space to think about it. I would be glad to talk to her about everything, but I doubt if she'd be willing to talk about it.
It was never like Rebecca to stay quiet. whatever it was, she was really sad about it. I wanted to make sure she was okay.
Unsure of what her response would be, I placed my hand over her shaky ones. She stilled, turning towards me.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah. Just tired." She said, trying to smile but it didn't reach her eyes.
"You sure?"
"Yes. Yeah I'm sure." She squeezed my hand in assurance.
Yeah, she was lying.
We finally reached the mansion aft er few hours of driving, we settled inside, had our dinner and laid in our bed. Still Rebecca was silent, she made small talk with Greta and some other workers but she wasn't her usual bubbly self.
Will she ever let me know what was wrong or are we still going to keep hiding things from each other? Didn't she trust me enough to confide in me? I thought we talked about this?
I switched off my bedside lamp, settling in bed, Rebecca was already in bed with her back to me.
I sighed, arranging my pillow into a comfortable position. Before lying down completely, my eyes moved to Rebecca's direction again. I positioned myself to the side, supporting myself with my elbow.
The moon light shone on her black hair, they looked so silky and soft , I wasabout to run my hand through it when she turned suddenly, my hand stopped in the air, her eyes looked up awkwardly, her brows furrowed and a smile grazed her lips. "Why are you hesitating?" She asked shift ing really close to me, I could feel the ever pleasant heat between our bodies as her fingers stroked my cheeks. "Hm?"
My eyes studied hers. "I was giving you your space. You've been acting really weird and I didn't want to do anything to- you know, piss you off ? Or hurt you any further."
Her brows furrowed in a cute way before she sighed. "I'm sorry." She said.
"I've just been thinking."
"About what?" I asked, she didn't reply. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about-"
"Am I a bad person?" She asked out of nowhere.
My brows came together. "What? No. Why would you even ask that?"
"Cause I feel like I'm a bad person."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Andrew is dead because of me, I asked Rafael to take care of him... What was I thinking?" She asked, guilt written all over her face.
"No Rebecca, Andrew's death isn't your fault. He was a bad guy, he threatened to ruin our lives, our child. He deserved what he got."
"That isn't our Choice to make, Emeliano. He might have been a bad guy but- I can't believe I asked Rafael to hurt him? I just feel like a really bad person Emeliano. I just-"
"Shhh... Don't let his death eat you up. It is not your fault Rebecca. If he didn't come waltzing back into your life, he'd still be alive, he asked for it.
And Rafael, he got what he deserved, they both did."
"Rafael was my father."
I scoff ed. "Rafael didn't give two fucks about you Rebecca, sorry for the harsh words but.. you need to hear this. A man who really loves hisdaughter would never point a gun at her, or his grandchild. He doesn't deserve your pity."
"I know but-"
"There are no buts Rebecca. I understand, you're a good person, the best of The best but don't eat yourself up over nothing okay?"
"Georgia isn't dead." She blurted out.
My heart skipped a beat. "What?"
"She isn't dead. Rafael made you think she was Dead. He made you think you killed her."
Relief flooded through me. I knew it, but I wasn't sure, there was no funeral to proof anything, she was just gone, all I had was Rafael's word, he told me that he took care of her body, he told me that he wanted to protect me from the authorities, but I knew quite well that some thing wasn't right.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that alone, Emeliano."
"It's okay. It's good to know." I said, placing a light kiss on her lips. "No more secrets?"
"No more." She smiled. "From now on. Deal?"
"Deal."
"I love you Emeliano." She whispered, leaning closer to me.
"I love you too."
I meant it with every string attaching my body together. Our love story may not have started out shiny and perfect. There might have been a few bump in the road, family, enemies- so much
misunderstanding. But we scaled through together. My past made it diff icult for me to let anyone into my life but my present assured me that I could stop holding on to the past, she came to me with her feisty character, her innocent look, her encouraging and sometimes frustrating words, her long one of a kind black hair, her unique characterand her ever loving heart. She made me better, she believed in me. She was my present, my future and dare I say, aft er life. Ha! She was my everything.
My heart, life, world. She was Rebecca Liano, my wife.
And she was here to stay. For real this time. Right from the beginning of our story, I had just one problem. The people in my life made it their job to leave me whenever I needed them the most. But that was what diff erentiated Rebecca from the rest. In her, she stayed.
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