The silence of the night was beautiful, I could see the stars in the sky from Aidan's bed, the curtains having been left open. Lorenzo went to bed hours ago, sleeping in the room next door, loving the fact that his bed was massive.
Aidan was sleeping peacefully beside me, his long dark lashes resting against his cheeks, his breathing calm and even. The bandages still covered his abdomen and shoulder, the one on his thigh being a simple gauze. I cleaned and changed the dressing of the wounds before I forced him into bed, to which he weakly protested.
Feeling hungry, I decided that it was only fitting I eat the chocolate bar in the kitchen cabinet because... well I wanted to.
Slipping out the bed was easy, as I only had one of Aidan's arms to escape from as I forbade him from using his left as it was still healing. Pulling on a pair of Aidan's boxers and one of his hoodies, I quietly opened the bedroom door and snook out.
I wandered into the kitchen, stifling a yawn with my hand as my bare feet hit the wooden floor. Opening the fridge, I went to look inside when I thought I saw something in the corner of my eyes.
"Carter?" I questioned, wondering if I actually saw him or if it was just my imagination.
When I got no response, I concluded the latter. Grabbing the carton of milk, I filled a glass with the contents and got the chocolate bar out the cabinet.
Carrying it to the kitchen island, I quietly ate my midnight snack and drank my milk. It wasn't until I heard the sound of footsteps did I realise it wasn't my imagination earlier.
Reaching under the kitchen island, I pulled out the pistol I knew Aidan stored there. But before I could turn around, I was slammed head first onto the counter, knocking the glass off the surface and hearing it smash to the floor.
The person smashed the butt of their gun into my wrist, causing an agonised shout to leave my lips, and the pistol go flying from my grip onto the kitchen floor.
"Shut up." A feminine, Irish accent with a lick of Italian came from behind me.
The weight of the person eased off. "Turn around."
Doing as she said, I turned on the spot with my hands in the air. In front of me was Bianca, a gun held tightly in her grasps as she pointed it at my head.
"Bianca." I said, a softness in my tone. "What are you doing?"
"You ruined it. You ruined everything!" There was an emptiness in her icy eyes, her blonde hair slightly matted and skin a ghostly pale.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, watching as her hands shook slightly, making me even more weary about the gun.
"Spencer!" She cried. "He loved you."
Please tell me someone heard that glass smash
"And... that ruined things for you." I clarified in an understanding tone, doing what I could to not provoke her.
"For years he loved me, he wouldn't let anyone touch me, and he'd punish me if they did! We were perfect!"
Fucking hell this girl has had the sense and logic beat out of her
I'd be sympathetic if she wasn't about to shoot me
Bitch
"And I got in the way of that?" I continued, trying to understand her while also get away from her.
"Yes!" She screamed. "The second be met you, I was nothing! All he did was fuck me when you weren't around, and when you were, he let his men do it too. I was the most important thing in the world to him, and YOU RUINED IT!"
I've gotta calm this bitch down before Aidan and I have matching bullet wounds.
Aww crippled couple goals
"Bianca, I'm so sorry. I had no idea what you and Spencer had was so... special." I told her, taking a hesitant step towards her. "Let me help you fix your love with him."
"YOU CAN'T! YOU'RE FAMILY RUINED MY LIFE! THEY TOOK HIM FROM ME WHEN HE CAME LOOKING FOR YOU! WHEN YOU WENT TO PRISON I HAD HIM BACK! BUT THEN YOUR FAMILY MOVED YOU HERE AND HE FOLLOWED YOU! HE LEFT ME BEHIND!"
My god this girl needs some shock therapy
"Bianca!"
Both our heads snapped to the archway to the bedrooms, where Aidan stood in a pair of joggers. "What are you doing little sister?"
I could see the terror in his eyes, his little sister holding a gun to his girlfriend can't be something anyone wants to see.
"She needs to die Aidan!" Bianca had tears streaming down her cheeks. "Spencer won't come back to me when he has her!"
For fuck sake
"Bianca, Spencer isn't after Kalina anymore..." Aidan told her in a soothing tone, taking steps forward until she cocked the pistol causing him to stop.
Now we were all in the kitchen, "He loves her more than me. I need to kill her so I can have him back!"
Her icy eyes were crazed, dark bags underneath them showing that she hadn't slept properly in years. One wrong move and I'm dead.
"Bianca, Spencer's gone." Aidan told her, his hand slowly reaching behind him. "He's dead."
A choked sob left her mouth, her spare hand raking through her hair as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Put the gun down little sister, he's not coming back, he's not after Kalina... he's dead. Don't shoot Kalina, please.... Don't shoot the woman I love." Aidan pleaded, his tone soothing, as if he was trying to calm a wild animal.
Bianca lowered the pistol, looking between Aidan and myself.
"She's the reason he's dead."
"Bianca no!" I shouted as she raised the gun again, pointing it at me before a shot rang out.
The shot, however, was not from her gun. Blood poured out of the wound in her chest, a choked sob escaping her lips as she fell to her knees. I watched in astonishment as her body fell to the floor.
Looking up, I saw Aidan speeding towards me, before wrapping me tightly in his arms. The barrel of the gun in his hand was still warm, the previous bullet causing it to become hotter as it was fired from the chamber. He dropped the gun to the floor and held my head in his hands, placing a kiss on my lips as he held me close.
He just shot his sister for me...
"Are you okay beautiful?" He whispered against my lips, worry swarming the hazel of his eyes.
"Aidan..." was all I could say, in shock at what I had just witnessed. "You shot her."
"I told you." He murmured against my lips. "You're my world, and I'd do anything to keep you safe."
I responded the only way I knew how to in this situation. Pressing my lips to his, I kissed him with all the love I could muster. His lips moved against my own, heat searing into a kiss that told exactly how much I meant to him.
"SHE HAS TO DIE!"
Bianca was suddenly on her feet, gun in hand again as blood dripped from her mouth. The two of us completely defenceless, Aidan placed his body in front of mine as two shots rang out again.
The body thumped to the ground, blood pooling out of the fresh wounds.
Both Aidan and I turned to the side of the kitchen island, to see the gun that was torn from my hand earlier in the hands of another. Aidan and I stood speechless, watching as Bianca's cold dead eyes stared up at the ceiling, and then to the one who killed her.
"Mama, she was a bad lady?"
I think it's time for family therapy
A few moments later, Carter stumbled out of the archway leading to the bedrooms. He took one look at the scene around us, shook his head and turned around.
"Nope. I am not drunk enough for this."