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Mikhail?...

I felt his arms, his body, his desperate breathing. He was finally there, but I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes or move.

“Is she...”

Dad?

Could it be that my version of heaven or hell contained the two most important men in my life, but I couldn't even talk to them?

“Do what you've wanted to do since the moment you saw me. You can kill me; my life is worthless without hers.”

What?

I forced myself to open my eyes and saw my father holding a gun towards Mikhail. It was like I really was in hell.

“No!” My voice was whispered, but I gathered all my strength and pushed my body forward, embracing my love.

As much of a Romeo and Juliet as our story was, it couldn't end like that.

“Pietra?” My father dropped the gun and came closer to me.

“Please don't hurt him,” my voice was weak and muffled.

I couldn't support myself much longer. Soon everything went dark, and I lost consciousness again.

Chapter fifty-two

“She needs a doctor.” I got up with Pietra in my arms and left the warehouse as quickly as I could, willing to step over anyone or anything that dared to get in my way.

“How is she?” Everyone came closer, but I growled like a fierce lion, making them move away and put her in the back seat of one of the vehicles.

“You!” I pointed to one of the soldiers. “Take us to the nearest hospital now.”

“Yes, sir.” He got into the driver's seat and drove off, leaving everyone behind.

I rested my forehead on hers, feeling her weak, almost imperceptible breathing. That's why the first moment I believed she was dead; my panic didn't even make me check her vital signs. Without Pietra, nothing else mattered to me and I would fight with all my strength for her. As long as she still breathed there was hope for my own soul.

The car stopped at the hospital entrance a few minutes later and I got out with her in my arms.

“I need assistance now!” I started screaming.

“What happened?” A nurse approached.

“She was brutally attacked. A maniac, but I fixed him.”

“The police...”

“Fuck the police! I need you to take care of her.”

The woman gestured for a stretcher to be brought and I placed Pietra on top of it.

“What’s your relation to the girl?”

“Husband.” There was no paper or anything else in the world that told me anything else. Pietra was mine just as I was always entirely hers.

“We’ll take care of her, sir. Now I need you to calm down.”

“I won't calm down until she's okay. Pietra!” I tried to follow the stretcher, but I was stopped by one of the doctors.

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