Each beep of the machine provided Ric a certain type of relief and pain all at once. He was relieved for his Amara was alive and hurt for the misery she went through. Her pale angelic face gave him all the determination he needed to tackle down the man behind the shootout. Maybe he should’ve never pushed her away from him. No matter who pulled the trigger he himself was responsible for her condition. It was stupid of her to do anything like this.

She has been out for sixteen hours. Since sixteen hours, he had been sitting beside her bed talking to her about everything he wanted her to know. Though he didn’t liked seeing her like this ,he was glad she was there with him.

“I got the studio I always wanted to have, love. My own photography studio. Remember we agreed to have your dance studio above my studio. I really miss you Amara. There’s nothing in this world that can measure how much I’ve had missed you.”

Richard was interrupted by the knock of the door. His whole demeanour changed as if there was a sudden drop in the temperature. He masked his feelings well and his expression more better.

“Leah, what do you want?”

“Who is she?”

“What do you mean by who is she? She’s your wedding designer. You’ve only introduced her to me.”

“Wedding designer, my foot. Do you think I’m a fool? You have been sitting here mourning as if your mother died and you telling me she’s my wedding designer?”

“She is your wedding designer who took a bullet for me.”

“There are hundreds of men who die for you every day, I don’t see you sitting beside their bed. So tell me for God’s sake who is this bloody bitch?”

“LEAH .... Don’t fucking forget your place. Remember who you are talking. You guys are all answerable to me, not me. I’m your King. Don’t forget it. You know I don’t like it. Do you understand it?”

“I asked DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND IT?”

“Yes.”

“Now go. And those men get paid off to protect me. I look after their family after they die. She was a stranger who saved my life. So hell yeah I’ll mourn for her injury as if my mother died.”

Ric went back to his chair as soon as she left. He knew it will be hard to keep Amara here but he pitied the person who will even think of raising their voice at his sunshine. He was busy planning a gruesome punishment for them when he heard her voice.

“Ric.”

“You are awake. Jesus you are awake. Let me call the doctor.”

“ Are you okay? Did you got hurt Ric?”

“Its funny.”

“what’s funny?”

“Its funny how you are on the hospital bed and still concerned about me.”

“Well ..You are more mine than I am to myself.”

“I’ll call the doctor.”

“Doctor... Remember how we played doctor and patient. I bet no doctor can be as sexy as you.”

“Its your morphine talking. I’ve pressed the button the doctor will come soon.”

Before she could utter more, the doctor came along with Noah and Leah. The doctor checked her vitals and did all the necessary examination.

“She’s much better now. Looks like you can shift her to the room next morning.”

“Are you sure doc? All her reports are fine right. Just make sure you check about any internal injuries."

“Don’t worry young man. She’s all fine.”

“Young? I’m pretty sure he is mature and big in every sense.”

“Looks like she’s too high on the pain killers Mr. Black.”

“I always get high when he goes down on me.”

“Miss. Wesley I’m pretty sure my fiancé isn’t the one you’re talking about.”

“ No Leah. I’m talking about my boyfriend Mr. Richard Henry Black.”

“Enough Miss Wesley, I’d rather want you to behave that’s my fiancé you are talking to.”

“She is uglyyy.”

Amara was drowsy and the heavy medicine made her asleep. Though she wasn’t sober, Leah couldn’t help herself getting agitated. She liked Amara but she bloody hated any girl who even stare at Ric. It wasn’t because of love. It was mostly about her reputation as Chicago’s Lord daughter. She’s a Roscoe. She stared herself at the mirror talking to herself.

“ I’ve already lost Arthur to another girl. Just remember Ric I won’t let it happen this time. I’ll fucking kill anyone who’ll come in between me and the throne.”

Although it was a mess, Richard couldn’t stop laughing at Amara's babbling. She had woke up two times in the last 10 mintues. Complaining about how Leah looked like one of the evil witches she read in her childhood. Even now he was listening to her complaints.

“Why do moon look bigger than the stars? Isn’t it smaller.”

“Its because stars are far away from the earth.”

“No. You are wrong. Its because moon is closer to the earth.”

“It basically the same thing Amara.”

“No its not. Far means farther away and closer mean nearer. Your English has gone down the hills. Is it because your fiancé a witch?”

“Leah’s not a witch, love.”

“I am not your love, love.”

“You don’t know it but you are.”

“I am your butterfly not love.”

“Well you are my butterfly, my love, my peanut, my sunshine, my baby. You’re my world.”

“When did you gave birth to me?”

“What? You said I was your baby. So ???”

“You know what ...you need sleep. This medicines are making you look stupid. I want my intelligent Amara back.”

“I also want you to take me back. I missed you Ric. More than you can ever imagined.”

“You’ll forget everything once you wake up. And that’s the only way to keep you safe. Far away from me and my demons.”

Amara hummed and fell asleep in an instant. Ric knew it’ll be the hardest thing to do push her away but surely he can manage. He did it once for her betterment, he’ll do it again. Every troubles of hers will have to go through him. He was called VENOM OF DEATH for a reason. Death was the only punishment he could for hurting her.

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“You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness.” – Julia Roberts

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