*Chapter 31|Lies*

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•Bianca's P.O.V

It's tomorrow, also today, but yesterday's tommorow and today is still today, though, tommorow is the past, but also the present...

Anyways it feels like the two weeks just rushed by, leaving me to this day. Asher and Blake are getting ready.

It's four in the morning. I had Asher promise he'd wake me up before they leave.

I can't say I don't feel like a complete waste. This is supposed to be my battle but their fighting it for me, while I just sit at home eating junk food with jasmine as my big boy bodyguard because I can't do anything myself.

I'm also scared for Blake and Asher, I know they're trained fighters and they'll have a whole army of men with them as they attack Ronaldo I still can't help but hope they'll be fine.

I heard footsteps thudding softly against the wooden floors till I was face to face with Asher. He wore a black jeans and a black shirt with dark blue sneakers. He had a small gun in his hands and shoved it in inside his jeans using his shirt to cover it.

I let out a breath trying to hold back the worry, "heard anything from Chris?" I asked him and he shakes his head.

He walks closer, I felt him softly take my hands, filling them with warmth. For some reason it made me feel a tad better. "Your hands are shaking," he says with a small smile, his eyes looking down at our hands, "don't worry, Blake and I will be back before you know it."

I wanted to scream it out loud at him, sure I'm worried about Blake but the thought of him getting hurt really scared me. It made my heart race almost as much as it did when he was around, my heart would fall down to my feet and my eyes would sting. The effect this guy has on me.

"Don't get killed Asher. Please," my voice sounded softer than I thought it would, I guess it surprised him too because his eyes left our hands and met mine.

"I won't," he replies leaning close until our foreheads touch. It was like every part of his body was warm or it was the blush that was on my cheeks. I like having him close to me, it makes me feel so content and happy inside, but most importantly, he numbs the hurt inside of me, I don't want him to go. "I'll try not to," he adds, "but you know it won't be easy."

I felt my chest tighten, "you don't have to go," I tell him, my voice cracking at the end. I knew this was coming but I never thought much about it till now, it's actually happening and it hurts. "Please don't," I don't care how vulnerable I sound.

I felt his arms go around my waist slowly, before they softly pull me against his chest, filling my nose with his masculine sent. I hid my face in his neck, grazing my lips on his cheek slowly. I quickly stopped after realising what I was doing.

"S - sorry, I j-just-"

"It's fine," he interrupted and I relaxed, "I'm not surprised, I'm irresistible," he says, his green eyes boring into my brown ones. He smiled but I didn't smile back, I couldn't.

"How sure are you, that you're going to come out of this alive," I ask him, ignoring his last sentence.

He looked surprised by my question, "Bianca-"

"Be honest with me Asher," I interrupt, my voice serious. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it, proving my point. "Why..." I trailed off with tears blurring my vision.

"Bianca-" I stopped him by pulling myself out of his grip roughly.

I didn't wipe the tears as they fell and pushed back Asher each time he tried to touch me, "why does this always happen to me?" I ask him, "why does everyone I love have to leave me or sacrifice theirself? Can't you see it's not fair on me either?"

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