by Pamela Ann
Tears were rolling down my face as I reached for the phone and dialed triple nine for Scotland Yard. It didn’t take long for someone to help me. I was in the middle of explaining and pleading for help when I heard a gunshot then came another a second after the other was shot. “Hurry!” was the only word I could manage before I headed towards the room again, praying that it was Gareth being shot twice.
Upon entering the room, Camilla’s lifeless body was the first thing I saw then Gareth’s body, faced down with a pool of blood. I held my breath before looking to my left and saw Blake, in a pool of blood. His shirt was soaked, indicating he was shot in the chest.
“Blake!” I scrambled, immediately moving towards him. “BLAKE!!! Baby, wake up!” Tears fell as I screamed his name while I frantically looked for the bullet hole.
The amount of blood coming out of his chest was frightening. I prayed as I pressed my palm against the hole, stopping the flow of blood, my other hand pressed on his neck, looking for a pulse. I couldn’t find one.
“Stay with me. Blake. Stay with me!” I was choking with my tears, hoping that help would get here soon before it was too late. I knew there was only a small window to resuscitate a body. I hoped to God that he would be kind enough and make that possible.
I shook as the blood tried to squeeze through my palm so I had to kneel and press both hands into it, watching as Blake started to lose color. “Dad! Help me. Don’t let them take him away,” I sobbed, feeling helpless. “Please…”
My cries vibrated throughout the room; it was so loud that I didn’t hear anyone coming towards me until a medic slightly shook me, snapping me back into focus.
“Miss, I’m sorry, but we can’t afford to waste time. Judging by the pool of blood and the faint pulse, we only have a tiny window to keep him alive,” a young man with a grim face and sympathetic eyes said before more people came in and took control of the situation.
The loud noise, the chaos that surrounded me and the alarming pitch of emergency around me swirled in my head. “Let him live,” I whispered before I fainted into darkness.
Thirty
Sienna
I heard Chad and Lucy discussing something, before I managed to open my eyes. The second my eyes saw the bright light, I squinted, memories and the horrifying events loaded into my mind. I bolted, sitting upright, gasping his name, “Blake! I need to see Blake!”
“Sienna…” Chad gave me the sorry eyes. I glanced at Lucy, who was mirroring the same look.
No, no, he couldn’t be dead. He just couldn’t be. We were just starting our lives… “Tell me he’s alive,” I pleaded. “Please.”
Lucy soothed me, rubbing my arm gently. “They’re operating on him. It’s been six hours now. We were told that he has a five percent survival rate because the bullet grazed his heart. During the operation, he bled out a lot and it resulted to more damage. We’re still waiting for more news.”
A five percent chance? I trembled and allowed myself a minute to take everything in before I looked at Chad. “Get me a wheelchair. I want to be out in the waiting room when they bring any updates.”
“But you need to rest, sweetie. You went—”
I cut Chad off, “Get. Me. That. Wheelchair or I will get it myself!”
“Get it,” Lucy directed him. He made a melancholy sigh and left the room. “Sienna—”
“No. I don’t want to talk about it, not right now. I just need to be as close to Blake as possible. That’s all I need.”
She nodded and then gave me a hug. “Be strong, my love. Have faith.”
Edward, Blake’s grandfather, William, Toby and Clive were all in the waiting area when Chad and Lucy wheeled me in.
I was surprised when William sat next to me, reached for my hand and held it. “Keep talking to him. He always finds a way to come back to you. My grandson loves you that much.”
I nodded through my tears, understanding what he meant by keep talking to him. By using the power of the mind and the heart, some people believed that it made miracles.
After an eight-hour surgery, Blake survived, but was still in a critical condition. The next forty-eight hours were vital to see if he could pull through.
He was transferred into a private room. William was kind enough to request another bed to be placed alongside Blake’s so I could sleep and still be with him.
Blake still looked pale. I held his hand, kissing it and not letting go. “Goodnight, my love.” I slept on my side, falling asleep while watching him.
I remembered smiling, thanking my father for helping me out, for keeping him alive.
My haunted dreams pulled me in again, drowning in a dark sea. I could feel my lungs heaving before it felt heavy, constricted, as I fell deeper into the dark depths of the water.
“Sienna,” a voice called out, echoing in the water. It was odd, but I could hear it perfectly. It called on me again, but this time, I recognized the voice. It was my dad’s.
The second I realized it was his, my dream shifted back into our old home, tucked next to him in the sofa as he read me a story of Thumbelina. I was listening to him, picturing out the story, before I realized that daddy had stopped his storytelling.
“Daddy, come on! I need to know what happens next,” I urged on.
He patted my head and then looked out the window. “The rain has stopped, princess.”
I frowned at him, looking out the window as well. The rain did stop, but it was still gloomy with some orange tinged hues scattered about. It was pretty, but I was ready to hear the rest of the story. “Is that suppose to mean something, dad?” I glanced at him, waiting.
He studied the clouds awhile before he looked down on me, closing the book, putting it aside. “That means the sun will come out soon. It always does. It doesn’t matter how long it rains or how heavy the pour because you can always count on the sun to shine. It always comes back.”
“Okay. Can we finish our story now?”
“I’m sorry, princess, but story time is over.” Dad kissed my forehead, looking at me with tears in his eyes.
I felt alarmed. “Don’t cry.”
“These are happy tears. Come on, princess; time to get up and go venture outside. Stand in the sun, bask in it.” Dad got up, guiding me outside, out in our lawn, holding my hand as he looked up again, studying the sky. “Close your eyes. The sun is about to come out soon. I’m right here with you, holding your hand, so don’t be afraid.”
I trusted him, so I did what I was told, holding his hand tight and waiting for the sun.
The steady sound of the beeping monitor brought me out of my dream. I felt the wetness on my face before I even opened my eyes. When I did open my lids, I was greeted by the fresh strokes of the morning rays and then my eyes directly clashed with Blake’s.
He squeezed my hand. I looked down to our intertwined fingers before looking back to him. “How are you feeling?”
“I woke up from your cries. Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
Was he serious? He was asking me if I was okay? I wasn’t the one being operated on for eight hours yesterday—then everything came flooding in. “Oh God! I almost lost you.” I started crying again, the image of him in a pool of blood still fresh from my mind.
“Don’t cry, poppet. I’m alive.” He comforted, trying to ease my worry. “You can’t get rid of me that quickly.” He pulled my hand and placed it close to the bandages, to his heart. “I’d do it all over again. I wasn’t going to fail to protect you for the third time.”
“You’re freaking crazy!” I sobbed, loving this crazy man more than ever.
“You own me, Sienna.” He kissed my fingertips. “Per sempre.”
My Knightly was back.
~S~
We didn’t leave the hospital until a week and a half later. For two weeks, I nursed him, not wanting for him to lift even a finger. I was too paranoid to the point of overkill. I just couldn’t help it. He would’ve done the same for me so his wiles and complaints were pretty much ig
nored. We spoke about what happened in the hospital, but we still had a lot to discuss. We weren’t ready to remember that night, nor speak about it. In time, we will overcome that, too. For now, though, I was just glad that he was alive. That’s all that mattered.
It took another three weeks to get Lucy, Chad and Toby to give up everything to join us for a two-week vacation in Rome, in Luciano’s palazzo. It was my birthday week and Seraphina wanted to do something special and at the same time, take care of their nephew. I thought it was a perfect place to get everyone together. After all the awful things that happened, I needed my friends around me.
It was our second night in Rome and we were outside, enjoying each other’s company when Lucy snapped out of nowhere, “For the love of God! Stop staring at me.” Lucy flashed her bright blue eyes at Toby before she got up and huffed in haste, leaving.
I stared after her and then looked back at Toby’s besotted face, helpless to conceal his love for Lucy. “What are you waiting for? Go get her back.”
Chad shook his head, downing his drink. “Grow some balls, Watson. I could lend you mine, if you like.”
Blake choked on his water. “Chad! You’re such a prick.”
“My point exactly.” He giggled and then darted a knowing look at Toby.
Toby gave me a sad smile. “Married man here, in case you forgot to take notice.”
That was it. Word vomit was about to erupt. “Toby fucking Watson! Listen up, buddy. I love you, but you need a good boost of cajones because this is not working out. Do you really believe, deep down, if Lucy gives you another chance you’re not going to jump back to be with her? Do whatever you have to do. Just walk up to her and kiss her senseless. Something other than mopping, please.”
“You go tell our boy, baby love!” Chad cheered on, handing Toby a shot of vodka. “Need to loosen you up a bit, brother. You’re kind of losing your sexy spark, you know.” He then tapped his shoulder. “On second thought, you’re still all buff down there. You would do!”
Give it to Chad to make it all sexual.
“Dirty bastard!” Blake snorted, pulling me on his lap.
Toby eyed us with envy, looking distraught. “She never wanted me back, Si. I had given up on her. Lucy doesn’t love me. It’s that obvious. Besides, I’m married!” He looked away, accepting whatever crap he filled his head with. Well, all except for the marriage part. He needed to get out of that, but he will only do it if Lucy tells him to.
Toby was a stubborn man, too, but hopelessly, crazy in love with Lucy. “Did you ask Lucy? Did she ever tell you that she doesn’t love you anymore?”
He frowned. “Well no, I ever asked her directly, but it shows.”
“Fucking hell. Get the hell out of that chair and ask her then. Once and for all, get it over with,” I urged him, helping him out of his seat. “You’re already broken, hon. How much more damage would it cost to have her confirm it? Take the risk. GO!”
Toby was muttering something before he stood up and looked for Lucy.
Chad poured himself another shot, toasting it in the air. “To love and happy ever afters. And some sweet, sexy, nasty happy endings!” He downed it in one go, slamming the shot back down. “Now that I mentioned happy endings, I need to call my hubby and stroke me some. Peace out, lovers!” Chad stretched about as he slowly walked inside the villa. “I love Rome. I feel the love. It’s in the air!” he sang out, doing a little meringue as he did so before disappearing inside.
Blake and I were just stuck here, staring after him, speechless. “He sure is happy.”
“So am I,” Blake murmured, kissing my shoulder. “Amore,” he whispered, caressing my shoulder before it slowly went south. “I need to be inside you tonight; it’s been too long.”
Hell. This was the second time he had asked me to have sex. “Babe, can we wait for a little bit more, please?” I countered, feeling his hardness pressing against my bottom. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
“I’m not trying to pressure you or anything. Thought I should ask.” He kissed my cheek, smelling me. “I feel complete, just by being here, with you. I don’t need anything else, but you.”
“You’re so mine, Knightly. I’m keeping you forever.”
He chuckled, nuzzling my neck. “So does that mean we get to play around in bed?”
“Not tonight.” I stood up, holding his hand. “Let’s get you to bed, Mr. Knightly.”
“Do tell, are you going to wear that naughty nurse outfit? You did look amazing in that one the other night.” He caught up, cupping my ass.
“Not happening tonight, either.”
“Blue tonight. Purple tomorrow.” He muttered, kissing my cheek. “Color me horny, cara.”
Oh, Knightly!
I sighed, smiling.
Thirty-one
Sienna
We were out on the veranda, enjoying our late afternoon siesta after we got back from shopping Piazza di Spagna and Via del Babuino. We were puckish and thirsty. Lucy and I enjoyed some peach bellininis while the men enjoyed their alcoholic drinks, while we shared the mini pastries, olives, cold cuts and assorted cheese right before us.
“Paris and Rome are like fashion orgasms for the gays. I don’t think I’ve shopped myself to exhaustion. If I see one more Armani, I’m going to keel and die.” Chad sighed, exhausted. “But then again, if it looked good on me, I’d die wearing it. Going down hot, that’s all I’m saying.”
“Don’t forget the hot men!” Lucy chimed.
Toby snorted and slammed his glass, head shaking. Chad looked at him, then at Lucy. “Why aren’t you two speaking or looking at each other?” Chad pointed at Lucy and Toby, who both have been so quiet since this morning. “Guys want some shot to loosen the tubes or what?” he evilly grinned, wicked as always.
Lucy gave Chad a nasty look before he started laughing his butt off, before sliding a shot towards Lucy, then to Toby. “Heavy sexual vibes going on that’s all.”
Toby shook his hand, took the shot Chad gave him. “I suppose it’s my fault. I kissed her yesterday.”
Lucy groaned, covering her face. “Shut up!”
Toby looked offended at her reaction. “Well, why don’t we just have it out here, shall we, Lucy? After all, we are amongst friends.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” Lucy spat back.
Blake and I looked at each other, wondering what’s going on, before he spoke into my ear. “Let them have it, cara. They’ve been avoiding each other too long. Maybe this will help them.”
Toby stood up, eyes flashing. “Fine. I’m a twit! I’m a pig. I’m a bloody fucking adulterer because I fucking had sex with you last night! I’m not going to apologize because I fucking loved every second of it. There wouldn’t have been a difference anyway because I cheated on my wife on a daily basis—looking at videos and pictures of you, of us. From the second our eyes met, to our first kiss, it’s you who I loved.” He looked away, mellowing down. “It was supposed to you on the altar with me, Luce. It was supposed to be you and me, forever, remember?”
“Stop, please…I can’t handle this.” Lucy begged, holding it all in, as her eyes started to glass with tears.
“It’s true…I love you. Just say the word and I’ll divorce Amelia straight away. I haven’t consummated the marriage because…the thought of her as my wife repulsed me.” He paused, composing himself. “I know this is a lot, especially since I have a kid coming on the way, but I’m fucking dying here, Lucy. When will you stop punishing me for what my family said to you and end my agony?”
“I don’t know.” She looked away.
“Okay. I’m walking away. I’m going to throw everything—every memento I have that reminds me of you—will be thrown out. All I need to hear is for you to tell me that you don’t love me.”
“Easy. I don’t love you!”
Toby swallowed, sighed, toyed with his empty shot glass, before he nodded, lips pressing together. “Mate—you know I’d be here for you, but I hope you understand that
I have to leave right now.” He directed Blake, then started to retreat towards the villa.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Lucy stood up, yelling.
Not looking back, he yelled. “Home.” He continued on walking.
Lucy clenched her hands, before she shot back. “London?”
“Spain.” He responded, before completely disappearing inside.
Lucy was shaking, her tears were unstoppable, as she slowly sat back down, looking shocked. Chad was already right next to her, holding her close. “I had sex with him last night. When he kissed me, I forgot the fact that he was married.”