Page 113 of There Is No Love

Luka

Istoodatthe window looking out. I glanced back to the bed where she was passed out cold. We rushed after she passed out, got to the Helicopter, and got back here. She had barely moved in the last twenty-four hours. I walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. She seemed so at peace laying there asleep. What would happen when she woke up? Would she open up to me finally? Would she let me in? I pushed the hair off her face. This beautiful badass vixen of a woman who had been thrust into my life, into my heart. I bent down wincing from the pain in my ribs and kissed her forehead. Fighting with Michael had not been helpful to my current situation.

A soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes. She shook her head and looked up at me, then around the room. “Where am I?”

“Our room, we’re back in Bellissindale.”

She yawned, opening and closing her eyes, stretching them wide.

“What time is it?”

“Six in the morning.”

“What happened? Did I kill Gabriele or was it a dream?”

“It was real, he’s dead. Michael too. You’ve been asleep for over twenty-four hours. You collapsed after, then passed out in the SUV.”

She took a deep breath, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “I remember.” She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. “Have I been asleep that long?”

I nodded. “You scared the hell out of me. Doc said you were just overwhelmed and needed rest.” I reached over and grabbed her wrist. “How are you feeling now?”

“I feel exhausted.”

“Well, you have to be starving. I’ll make you something, what do you want?”

She stood up. “No need I am capable; I will make something.” She walked to the bathroom and closed the door. I heard the shower turn on.

I laughed, shaking my head, and got up. I made my way out to the kitchen and started pulling out the stuff to make omelets. I started cutting up onions, peppers, and ham when Arturo walked in.

“How’s Alora?”

“She just woke up and is being her usual bubbly self, all warm and cuddly.” He shook his head and smiled. “She’s taking a shower. You want an omelet?”

“Sure. How does she seem?”

I shook my head. “Who can tell, with her?”

“She’ll come around. Give her time.”

I looked up at him and nodded. “I hope so.”

“With Gabriele gone, Vigo has called a meeting and is saying you are slated to take over the Volante family.”

I shook my head. “Great, Alora is going to love that.”

“We are supposed to meet at The Consortium at eight. Swear you in tonight.”

“I’ll talk to her.”

I was working on the last omelet when she walked out. “I made omelets. Here, sit.”

She sat down at the table, I put the plate in front of her. “Thanks.”

I gave her a nod. Arturo sat down next to her while I finished up and joined them.

“Are you alright?” Arturo asked her.

She looked at him and smiled. “I’m good.” She finished her omelet sitting back in the chair with a sigh. “I thought I would feel different somehow.”

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