13. Her

King...

Alberto came running with Dr Danté. He was also part of the Familiá but he is a qualified practitioner and he handles the soldiers of the family. He came rushing in with a box in his hand and rushed over to where she had collapsed.

Guilt struck my heart as I knew who she was and that I had caused her pain. But I've never suffered from guilt, but with her, I did. And the guilt had crashed on me like bricks tumbling down from the Great Wall.

" She needs immediate help or she won't make it!" Danté yelled.

" Lorenzo, help me carry her without hurting her," Ronaldo ordered.

They helped her stand before placing her weak arms around their shoulders. They rushed out the basement, leaving me with an unsettling feeling. I turned over to see a whole pool of blood on the ground. I felt my chest walls closing.

Lord, what have I done?

" King?" I heard Alberto from the back.

" Clean this mess up and you are all adjourned," I said, rushing out of the basement, going up the same stairs they had gone up, leading to the main floor.

Her blood was all over the marble floor, causing me to gag.

What was happening to me?

I groaned in frustration. Tania can't see this! She shouldn't even see her! They shouldn't even see each other.

" DORCAS!" I roared, and in came the old lady running.

" Yes, King," she answered.

" Clean this up before Tania sees it!" I ordered before stomping away, heading to my office.

I didn't dare follow them to the clinical center because I felt like trash. I heaved on the way, balancing my body on the wall. I passed a few worried soldiers but they did not dare ask me what was wrong. I pushed open the wooden doors to my office, before stumbling in, landing on the dark wood with my knees.

I was hyperventilating for some reason and developed a sudden urge to panic. My soul is scarred for some reason and I couldn't stop blaming myself, as if I had done something wrong. It wasn't my first time torturing a female hostage. Usually they were spies or assassins brought to take me down, but her reaction was what's scaring me.

But also, the knowledge of the fact that I have had some interaction with this one multiple times, never mind the club situation, but the fact that Tania had a soft spot for her. My principessa will surely hate me, eventually. Even so, I have never tortured civilians because they are innocent and they know nothing about our world.

But I had to, I really had to.

I removed the expensive mask and threw it far from me. I turned to look at my shirt and it was covered in her blood. I groaned in frustration and rushed up to my desk before throwing everything on the ground.

My laptop.

The important files.

Picture frames.

Everything.

I even managed to topple the desk over, making it land with a thud. Alberto rushed in and frowned. I growled at him and he raised his hands, surrendering before stepping out of the office of guilt.

" KING!"

Ronaldo pushed open the wooden doors and glared at me with cold hazel eyes. He looked aggravated and so was I. Not long after, Lorenzo entered the office. He was so angry. His usual light brown eyes, sixteen shades darker and his jaws clenching. They were mad at me for some reason, and so was I...

" WHAT?" I roared.

" WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU BEAT HER AS IF YOU KNEW SHE WAS ALREADY GUILTY?" Ronaldo roared.

" Do tell me mate, why the fuck are you trying to protect her?" I asked, rushing up to him and shoving him back, making the assassin groan in anger. " What? Do you work for Dominic?"

" That's low man," Lorenzo interjected.

" Shut up Ronaldo's putana!" I roared before stumbling back after the hard punch I received from Lorenzo and a bullet to the shoulder from Ronaldo.

" You are a fucken dick to hit a woman like some piece of shit!" Ronaldo roared. " You think you are a fucken man, huh? You think you have finally come out of puberty, huh?"

" Especially innocent ones. We don't even know what's really occurring, you dumb fuck!" Lorenzo roared.

They both marched out of my office, leaving me wounded with no fucken care in the world. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and quickly dialed Alberto. He answered immediately.

" Bring First Aid!" I ordered before ending the call and in a second, he was rushing in with a kit bag and I moved to go sit in my throne.

I tore the jacket off me, and ripped the sleeve of the shirt. Alberto eyed me wearingly and I waved him off. He handed me my bottle of Scotch and I gulped almost half of it before tossing it over the wound. I groaned in pain, but I know she went through way worse than me.

I then stopped pouring it and continued to gulp it down as he tended to my wound. When he was done, he tossed the bloodied cotton balls into the bin and handed me the bullet and placed it in my hand.

" Where are they?" I asked.

" Clinical center," he said, and I nodded.

" Get someone to clean this up with you watching." I ordered and he nodded before I left the office, went down the corridor, and headed up for the staircase.

I rushed into my room and banged the door shut. I glared at the bullet before placing it on the bedside table. I ran up to my bathroom and got inside the shower. I turned the faucet on and let the freezing water fall onto my body. The red water goes down the drain. The water slowly became warmer and then a harsh, hot wave of water ran down my body, burning my skin, and I quickly closed the shower faucet.

I tore off the wet clothes from my body and removed my shoes and socks and threw them in the corner of the bathroom, leaving me stark naked. I went to my closet and grabbed a new shirt and a black Armani suit to wear and red bottoms. I put on my cologne and placed on my signature black diamond studs and a silver chain with the words "POTERÉ" engraved on it.

I went out of my room and rushed down the hallway, descended many stairs until I reached the first floor, going to the clinical room. When I entered, I found no one.

Just her.

She was lying on her chest and her breathing was shallow. I noticed that she was bare and only the white sheet covered her bottom area. I caught a glimpse of her pressed up breasts, but that's not why I was there. A blood packet was connected to her using wires. She had another in her nose helping her breathe. She had a bandage covering her head, and band aids covering the scars on her face.

I wonder if her knees were treated or what?

I sat down on a chair next to her and glared at her peaceful self. They had placed her on anesthesia, so she would be numb and out for a while. I felt my heart break for her and for myself as I knew I was responsible for this. Even though I still blame her and I will forever blame her for being conspiring with Dominic, even though now, I hardly believe it. A trained soldier would still be breathing after the hits, but she went out like that.

I saw her arm hanging over the bed and I took this opportunity to hold her hand in mine. Her hand was cold yet it felt warm in mine. They were so tiny, just like I remembered from the club. The sheet had covered her thick frame and although hurt, she looked very sexy. The wounds looked angry, most open and red. Her skin was bruised and it seemed like breathing was a challenging thing to do.

" What the fuck are you doing here?" I heard Ronaldo growl and I turned to face him.

" Not here man," I said, defeated, still fondling her hand.

" Then where? Back in the basement where you almost beat the shit out of her?" he seethed, his words causing me to flinch.

" You are only acting like this because you weren't executing any torture," I said, shrugging, and he chuckled bitterly.

" That's what you think this is?" he chuckled unbelievingly. " Even if I had done any harm to her today, I still wouldn't have beaten her like that!"

I glared at him and saw how cold his eyes still were. He was fuming in anger and there was nothing much I could do. I stood up from my chair and strutted over to him, standing an inch next to him.

"LOOK HERE, I GET YOU PISSED AND ALL, BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THE GROUND RULES. YOU DON'T LIKE MY ACTS, THAT'S ON YOU. BUT YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME AS IF YOU ARE IN THE SAME SEAT AS ME," I angrily said through gritted teeth and he chuckled.

"Even if I was in the same seat as you, I would not have beaten up someone who had not been stated guilty, like they were guilty. And besides, I would rather have a bitchy ass than be a weak dick like you. You, puta!" he stated angrily, glaring at me with disgust.

I strutted out the room before peeking through the slightly ajar door. Ronaldo had taken a seat where I was and he held her hand in the same way I did. I wanted to chop his hand off. The way he soothed her skin made my own blood boil.

I walked away from the scene, heading back with the intention of going to my room, when Dorcas called over for me. I froze on the spot before I turned with the heels of my balls and glared at her with raging eyes. She seemed frightened.

" What?" I seethed.

" King, Tania is having a fit in her room," she said, eyeing the marble floor rather than me.

" WHAT THE FUCK DO I PAY YOU FOR? GO HANDLE IT!" I roared, my voice echoing down the whole space.

" I tried, but..." she managed to say, but I cut her off.

" BUT? DO I FLIPPEN PAY YOU FOR CONTRADICTIONS? GIVE HER SOME OTHER SERVANT, IM REALLY BUSY," I said about to storm off.

" She wants Anastasia, sir," She abruptly said, freezing me to the spot. I turned around to find Lorenzo too frozen to the spot.

" What?" I said, my voice faint and she nodded before rushing off.

How the fuck will I handle this?

Lorenzo looked at me with sorrow and pity in his eyes. Even though he was still mad at me, he knew that I hated making Tania sad. I turned away from him and rushed up the staircase, going to the top floor. Trust me, I should have used the elevator. It is better to descend the staircase, then ascend.

When I finally reached the floor, I saw servants rushing into the room next to mine.

Tania's.

I quickly rushed up to the room to only freeze at my sight. The fluff and feathers of the pillows were floating around the room. Her drapes had holes in different shapes and sizes and her bed cover, somehow, was covered in what I had hoped to be chocolate.

The only thing intact were the bedside drawers and her teddy bear that I had gotten her during a carnival I was forced to go to by my sister. Tania was standing by the open balcony window, watching the view. The servants froze when they saw me, all heads turned down.

"Puoi andartene," I said, and all of them hurried out.

I closed the door behind me and saw that the wood was damaged by a knife or a sharp object. Her laundry basket was thrown across the room and some of her clothes had been torn.

" Principessa?"

I strutted towards her but she did not bother to turn at the sound of my voice. I continued to strut over her and when I reached her, she moved away from me. Like my presence disgusted her.

" Principessa, what is wrong?" I asked in our mother tongue, Italian, staring at her tiny body.

"Voglio zia Anastasia, " She answered in her tiny voice, a hint of sadness in her voice.

" Why do you want her?" I asked, curious.

" VOGLIO ZIA ANASTASIA!" she screamed, catching me off guard.

I grabbed her tiny body to face me, ready to reprimand her, when the door banged open and Lorenzo stormed in. He shook his head no and I sighed aloud. Pinching the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath.

" Handle her," I said, storming out of her room and back to mine.

I banged the door to my room and locked it. I rushed over to my closet and grabbed a bottle of gin before gulping the hot liquid. I was slowly losing it and when this happens, I need to be alone or all else breaks loose.

I ripped my clothes off, and stood stark naked in my room before I screamed. I threw the bottle across the room and let the glass shatter and the liquid spill. I plopped down on the floor and buried my head between my hind legs.