I'm so tired

CAMILLA
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"You good for nothing infidel!" Ivan thundered in response.
His angry growl filled the room, while he picked thee man by his collar and flung him towards the ground.
He did so without effort, as do he were tossing a piece of paper to the floor.
My heart began to pound against my chest.
I wished the man would just stop talking, he needed to stop speaking if I was going to save his life.
Ivan corked the gun and pointed it towards the man's head. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I could not tell why.
"You can say and call me whatever you want, but you know I'll always be the better man."
A bitter chuckle escaped Ivan's throat. His lips spread out into a thin smile. I did not like that smile.
"Father didn't think so."
"But your wife begged to differ." Ian spat out.
I could see all the muscles in Ivan's body grow tense.
His jaw hardened and he clenched his teeth, hard.
"He is going to pull that trigger if you don't do something." Antonio's voice rang in my ears. It was a subtle warning, and a reminder as well.
I frowned and stared down at the man on the floor.
"You're going to have to be quiet."
"And caress his ego? No way."
Ivan pressed his hands to the gun.
"Shut up!" He yelled, but the man on the floor would not listen.
He was doing it on purpose, and enjoying every minute of it.
It was almost as though he wanted to be attacked, just to prove something.
I took my eyes away from him and fixed it on mister Ivan. He was the one I had to worry about, not the crazy man on the ground.
I took one step towards him, even while my heart thrummed against the walls of my chest.
"Mister Ivan, I need you to look at me." I spoke, as gently as I could.
He did not move.
I swallowed hard. My entire body began to shake violently, but I had to keep my calm.
"Please, I'm going to need you to drop the gun."
"He should never have come here." The anger in his heart was evident in his voice.
I closed my eyes for three seconds and opened it back, forcing my tears back.
"You're right."
"He should never have ever come back into my life."
"That's true."
I had to agree with everything, at least for now. There was no need trying to make any sense to him or of him, not when his mind was clouded with anger.
"He should never have mentioned my wife!" His teeth was clenched as he spoke, and I nodded eagerly.
"Yes! You're absolutely right. But, if you pull that trigger and you kill him…"
"He'll go to hell where he fucking belongs!"
"I should call the police!" Antonio screamed. I corked my head towards him and screamed.
"Don't do that!"
"So you're just gonna let him kill me?!"
It was the annoying man's voice that triggered me the most. I glared at him and screamed as hard as I could.
"Shut the fuck up and get out!"
Ivan pressed his finger close to the trigger.
"The only place he's going today, is hell."
"Scratch this, I'm going to get the phone."
"Nobody move!"
"Mister Ivan!"
It was my voice that caused the silence that enveloped the room.
All heads turned towards me, including Ivan's. I knew it was the tears in my voice that silenced them, and boy, was I glad?
I tried to steady my breathing, but it was impossible to do so with a weapon of murder in the room.
Ivan narrowed his eyes on me.
"You're…you're crying." He muttered.
I sniffed back my tears and dabbed my eyes with the back of my palms.
"No, I'm not." I muttered.
His left hand dropped to his side. I could swear I saw the anger in his eyes dissolve, before it morphed into something I could not quite understand, but it made my stomach heat up in with delight.
"You…you are."
I heard his brother shuffle his feet on the ground, while trying to rise. He dashed out of the room, Antonio followed closely behind.
Something wasn't right. Those two men were moving with suspicious patterns, but I didn't have the time to think about that, not now.
The gun fell from mister Ivan's hands. He continued to take slow and steady steps towards me. I stood, frozen at the spot. My eyes could not leave him, no matter how hard I tried.
With every step he took, he was not only bringing himself to me, he was pulling me closer to himself. I could almost hear the thoughts in his head, feel the rhythm of his heartbeat without touching him.
He stood in front of me, looking down at me.
Our eyes locked each other's in a long stare. We said no words, there was no need for speech when we could listen to the sound of each other's heart beat.
My lips parted, a hitched breath escaped through them.
His blue eyes dug into my soul, threatening to draw out my secrets, claim my being.
Our connection was beginning to gnaw at me. The way our eyes could find each other in a room, no matter the distance. The way our gazes locked each other's, the way our bodies couldn't help but magnet each other's.
I had never felt like this, I had never allowed myself to.
But with him, I did not have a choice. I was not given a choice.
Without saying a word, his built arms wrapped around my tiny waist and pulled me into his body in a tight embrace.
My heart skipped ten beats at once. My head pressed against his chest and I could feel my knees turn to jelly.
My bones were nothing compared to the mushy feeling running through my blood. The butterflies in my stomach kept for joy.
He lowered his head to my right shoulder. My eyes widened when I felt water dampen the shoulder of my chiffon top.
He drew in a long breath.
"I'm…I'm so tired."
I didn't know when my small arms wrapped around his broad figure. I patted his back softly.
"I know…"
I heaved a sigh.
"I know."