11. His Achilles Heel (bwwm) Completed #Wattys2016

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Nyasha must have heard all the commotion as Alex looked in her direction begging her.
"Promise me Alex. There is no reason to live anymore," he said.
"What about me?" She whispered.
He swiveled around in his seat looking at her as Alex took the gun out of his hand.

"What about you?" Marcel asked in a confused manner.
"Am I not reason enough for you to live?" Nyasha asked as he stood taking a step towards her which alone was a struggle due to his intoxicated state.
"You are my only reason to remain on this earth Nyasha," he said surprising her by going on his knees hugging her legs. "I am sorry I hurt you, I am sorry I lied, I am sorry for everything," he said as sobs shook his body.
"Get up Marcel," she said as he looked up at her.
"You, you called me Marcel," he said with a childish grin.

"Please help me get him upstairs," she asked Alex. "And maybe a shower too," she said catching a whiff of the alcohol.

He woke up in bed next to her.
"Tell me everything," she said.
He was about to shut her out before he had a second thought.
"When I saw you I knew I had to make you mine by any means necessary which resulted in all of this. I never meant to hurt you, Malcolm was not supposed to harm you but he threatened to expose the truth to you, so I paid him off," he whispered showing pure sincerity as he avoided her eyes feeling beyond guilty. "I will take whatever punishment you give me. Be at your back and call 24/7 I will gladly do it. I will be your little b**h," he said making her smile.

"Now that is an offer I cannot refuse," she smiled devilishly making him regret his words.
"There is more," he said seeing dread and worry. "I am sort of like in the mafia," he said seeing her eyes widen, as she sat up. "Just relax, take a deep breath," he said seeing the signs of a panic attack.
Pulling her back down onto his chest he continued to speak.
"I am not just in it but I am it. I am the head but mark my words no one will dare touch you or our child," he said hearing her sigh of defeat.

"When were you planning on telling me this bit of information," she said looking at him.
Guilt was written all over his face as he scratched his head.
"When the need arose," he said as she glared at his smiling form.
"I am going to have so much fun with your punishment," she said as he visibly gulped.

Leaning towards her lips she stopped him by placing a finger upon his lips.
"Do you think it's going to be that easy my love," she said as he lit up when she endeared him.
"I love a challenge," he said softly moving closer to her.
"I'm sorry I bit you," she said as her thumb ran over his lip.
"It still hurts," he said with a pout. "But you can kiss it better," he said a grin forming.

"Very well Marcel. Just because I feel guilty I will indulge you."
"You know you want this," he murmured against her lips.
"You are going to be my little...what was the term again?" She said as he claimed her lips.

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"I am sorry for what we did my child," Roberto said.
"It's alright papa," she smiled as Roberto's own smile formed showing relief and happiness.
"Did he tell you everything?"
"Yes. So you are like the godfather of all godfathers?" She teased making him laugh.
"You could say that, goddaughter," he said as Helen walked into the room with a smile.

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"Such a happy family are they not?" The man said.
"So sad that soon only sadness will reign."
"Is everything in order?"
"Yes. But we still have one problem."
"What?"
"How to separate them. They are back together it seemed the ace we had up our sleeves has already been terminated."
"The baby will separate them," the man said as he put down his binoculars starting the car.
"If you say so."