Page 102 of Pomegranate Seeds

“Where is she?”

Mia looked at me with huge eyes in front of the bathroom. “She locked the door.”

I didn’t even answer. I pushed them away and kicked the door with my shoulder. I had to reach her. I had to silence those screams. I hated them.

When I opened the door, Priscilla was sitting on the floor, her shorts and panties were on her ankles, and… fuck, her inner thighs were full of blood.

What the fuck?

She looked up at me, crying in agony. She sounded so broken, like the physical pain that was making her cry just now was nothing. Her cries shattered my heart into million pieces. I couldn’t even make sense of the situation. I just got on my knees next to her, hugged her to my chest.

“I-I am s-sorry,” she cried into me. I wanted to say,don’t.

Don’t ever be sorry.

“I was g-going to t-tell you tonight,” she said between her cries.

I looked at her bloodied legs and panties. She was going to tell me tonight.

She was pregnant.

My throat tightened. I couldn’t even say a word. I only hugged her close. I didn’t have the power to make it better, make it okay.

“I lost the baby,” she mumbled to my chest. “He k-killed my baby.” She was broken. This broke her more than his punches and more than his cuts.

She lost her baby.

She lost our baby.

I just wanted to take it all back. I wanted to take it all instead of her. I wanted to rip all her pain away. But I couldn’t do it.

I only hugged her close and let her cry to my chest. I pushed her hair back. I kissed her bloodied skin and hair. I mumbled to her skin, “Give me your pain, love.”

But she never heard me. She just kept crying.

And I kept repeating that.

“Antonio doctor is here.”

I looked up, holding Priscilla close. My throat felt dry, but I managed to say, “Give her morphine.” She didn’t need that pain. She needed calmness.

I carried her in my arms and put her back to bed. When the doctor gave her the morphine, I pressed a soft kiss to her bloody forehead one last time. “I am going to kill him, love.”

Then I straightened to go join Salvatore and Valerio on the hunt. I didn’t think, I didn’t analyze, I didn’t do anything. I was full of rage, and all my decisions were tied to that. I was going to kill that asshole no matter what.

My feet carried me to the garage, and I took two gasoline cans from the floor. I was not even thinking. My body was doing all the work on autopilot. I went outside. To the forest. To where that asshole was hiding.

I ran to the gates. I ran for my revenge.

But then something stopped me. “Antonio, what the fuck?” My brother threw his body in front of mine. “What are the cans for?”

I didn’t even look at him. I only looked at the woods. “I am going to burn down this forest with him in it.” I pushed forwards, and Alessio pushed back, almost slapping my face to make me look at him. His eyes were full of concern, but I didn’t care. I only cared about killing that guy. I pushed him again with my chest. “He hurt my wife!” I shouted at Alessio. I begged as my throat throbbed, “Hekilledmy kid.”

“Antonio, please stop,” his arms came around me as he kept holding me back. He didn’t let me go. He had to let me go. “You are acting like Salvatore.”

Like Crazy Eyes.

I was never crazy. I was always calm. I was the Ice King. I was the Heartless.

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