~ phoenix ~
In that moment, when my arms wrapped tightly around him, I forget that he left. His touch washed away the anger, the sadness— it was all gone. Pressing my face against his chest, I waited for him to return the embrace.
Instead, he stepped away, detaching my arms from him. With bloodshot eyes, Ilya glanced away, staggering backwards.
Shocked, I reached for him again, but he flinched and in his efforts to get away from me, his leg caught a stool. He tumbled to the ground. The stool clattered to the tiles with him, with a loud crash.
Startled, I shot forward, arms outstretched.
"NO!" Ilya bellowed, hoarsely. The pain rang clearly in the air between us.
I froze.
Shakily, he rose to his feet again. He never met my eyes once.
"Ilya..." I begged, quietly, "it's me."
Clutching his temples, he tried to move past me. I grabbed his arm.
Holding back the tears, I glared. "Ilya! Stop this—"
Ripping my hand off, he pushed me back against the bar, until the mahogany was pressing painfully into my back. I winced, holding his glazed stare.
"Don't," he growled, gutturally, "fucking touch me."
I held my breath until he suddenly jerked back. I didn't miss the disgust in his grimace.
Unable to hold it anymore, I stood helplessly while the tears spilled over. Did he hate me?
He began to walk away, towards the door.
"Ancora?" the bartender cried behind me. [Again?]
Hurriedly, I unclasped the silver bracelet from around my wrist. I tossed it at the thin man before following my husband out.
"Ilya!" I called, storming after him.
He strode towards Vik and the SUV. But before he could open the door of the driver's side, I slipped in between.
Warily, the guard stepped a few feet back.
Ilya glared down at me, the granite in his eyes smouldering. I matched the rage with my own.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded, chocking on thick emotion. "B-because I'm fucking pregnant?"
Unexpectedly, a loud snarl ripped out of his throat: "Yes! Yes, because you're fucking pregnant!"
I recoiled. But why did his words sting so bad even when I knew the truth?
"Fuck you," I seethed, eventually, "you fucking coward—"
Once again, my back was slammed against a hard surface. This time, however, I couldn't stand it.
I shoved him away from me, spitting with fury.
"I will have this child, you bastard!" I screamed at him.
His features contorted with rage. I trembled with both fear and anger.
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𝑇𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑃ℎ𝑜𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑥 ✔︎ || 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑑
Romance𝖇𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖙𝖜𝖔 ~ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖝 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 Phoenix was utterly, irrevocably, wildly in love with her dangerous Mob Boss. Moreover, she loved her new family. Loyalty ran in her own mafia blood. She would do anything for them. But what happ...