Axel
“Couldn’t have toned it down, eh?”
I hear Luca speak, but can’t turn my gaze off her retreating figure. Goddam it, why did I have to say that? So what, if I had been feeling aggravated and angry and wanting tosh out at someone? It just so happened that she was there and she, apparently, cares for me, even if she doesn’t know me at all. She thinks she knows me, and that’s even worse. I am nothing like this Xander chap. So what, he was my triplet. We have nothing inmon.
He didn’t know poverty, or what it felt like to see your mother whore herself out. She hadn’t been epted into her own family because of me, and she hadn’t been very good at fending for herself. When you were a Mafia princess brought up in thep of luxury, you had no idea how to take care of yourself, let alone your child. Despite her shorings, she had managed to put a roof over my head and food in my belly. By the time I was sixteen, she was dead. That’s when I began to carve out my own empire. Guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, in that sense.
My mother had never told me about my father’s side of the family or the insignificant fact that I had been one of triplets. Something she obviously knew, but for whatever reason, she kept hidden from me. All she’d told me was that she’d had a falling out with my father, had left him, and her own family hadn’t epted her back. Not after having bedded their enemy and falling pregnant with his child. She had refused to go back to them for help, no matter how difficult it had been for her. Another reason I had been so clear that I was going to make it on my own. Without help from anybody. Definitely not my mother’s family. So, if they think I’m going to go all sentimental on them, they are going to be sadly mistaken. All I intend to do is y along until I am back on my feet and then… Well, I am going to get out of here.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.
“Axel, hey, you okay?” Luca calls out.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I growl. “I amid up in this bed with you forpany. What more could I want?”
“You sent away the only person here who is sympathetic toward you.”
And fuck, if I don’t hate myself for it. Why is it so difficult for me to ept her concern? Why do I feel threatened by the utter selflessness with which she wants to care for me? Why the hell can’t I remember stepping in front of her and taking the bullet as she ims I did? Why would I do that anyway? I’ve always put my survival ahead of anyone else’s… So really, it makes no sense that I would do that.
I rub the back of my head and my arm trembles.
I hate being so damn weak. The doctor who’d examined me had told me that it’s a miracle I had managed to get on my feet and avoid the intruder who had broken in. By all ounts, I shouldn’t have been able to move my limbs without assistance, not after being unconscious for more than two weeks. But the adrenaline pouring through my veins had propelled me to fight back, and thank fuck I had, else I’d be in a coffin by now. At least, I’d have family at my funeral… My breath catches. The fuck am I thinking? These guys… While they may be blood rtions, are definitely not my family. They are… I am not sure, exactly, what to call them… Acquaintances, at best. Enemies, at worst. More probably, thetter.
I push myself up to sitting position, then swing my legs over the side of the bed.
“The fuck you up to, brother?” Luca rises to his feet. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I ce my feet on the ground, push up to standing position. My thighs burn, my calves hurt, and sweat breaks out on my forehead. “Fuck.” My knees tremble. Luca closes the distance between us and grabs my shoulder but I shake it off. “Keep the fuck away from me, asshole.”
“Hey,” he holds up his hands, “just trying to help.”
“Well don’t,” I grab the edge of the bed to steady myself, then holding onto it for support, I take a step forward, then another. My muscles protest, my arm hurts, and my head throbs with such intensity that the edges of my vision begin to darken. I take another step and my entire body sways.
“You’re a stubborn motherfucker,” Luca says mildly.
“Didn’t get to where I am by beingzy,” I say through gritted teeth. I take another step and my knees give way. I topple forward and hit the floor. “Fuck,” I growl. Pain shoots through my chest, my arms. My legs feel like they have turned to jelly. I manage to turn over on my back andy there panting. “The fuck, asshole?” I re at him, “You could have, at least, stopped me from falling.”
“Thought you didn’t want my help.” He smirks, then holds out his hand.
“Fuck off,” I grab the side of the bed, pull, but my muscles refuse to cooperate. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grit my teeth, hold onto the side of the bed and push up…only to fall back panting.
“Come on, don’t be an idiot.” Luca lowers his arm until his palm is in my line of sight. “Take my hand, asshole,” he drawls, “it’s not a sign of weakness to take help when you need it most.”
I glower at his palm, then raise my hand and manage to grasp his. He pulls me to my feet and I lean my hip against the bed. He releases me, and I fall back onto the bed andy there panting. “Fuck, I need to get back on my feet.”
“Keep pushing yourself like that and you’ll do more harm than good.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“Do you really think you are going to be back on your feet in two weeks?” He arches an eyebrow.
“That’s the n.” I haul myself up the mattress, then copse with my head on the pillow. Sweat drenches my shoulders and the hospital gown sticks to my chest.
“Want some more water?” Luca holds out the ss of water with the fucking straw-I hate that straw. When I am better, I am going to ensure I am never near another straw for my entire bloody life. For now, though, I lean forward and take a sip of water, then another, until I have chugged down all of it. He ces the empty ss back on the bedside table.
“You know, you are as pig-headed as the rest of us.”
“Spare me theparisons,” I growl. “I am not one of you. I’ll never be one of you-”
“Is that why you wanted to kill one of us? Because you hold a grudge against our family?”