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Detained: Chapter 55

FRANKIE

Everything is a blur, as I fight to keep myself together for her. How much can one person lose before they finally snap?

I’m not sure, I must be seriously close now.

The second the door closes, she rips her hand from mine and balls her fists, bashing them against the bed, letting out a scream that is laced with raw agony.

“Why! Frankie! WHY?” she asks in defeat. She holds her face in her hands and her chest heaves.

Without thinking, I pull her tight against me.

“Shhh, it’s going to be okay, baby.” I don’t know what else to say. I failed her. I failed our baby. I should never have let her leave my side.

This is my mistake to live with.

“It’s not. It’s not ever going to be okay.” She shakes her head, her body trembling against me.

I ignore the pain in my chest. She needs me to be the one to pull her through this, no matter how hard that might be.

“Maybe we’re just bad people who don’t deserve to be parents,”

I stiffen at her words and pull back.

“You fucking deserve every damn thing in this world, Zara.”

She sniffles, and I wipe away her tears from her puffy face.

“Then why would this happen to us?” Her bottom lip trembles and makes my heart splinter. I can’t take much more.

“Because life is so fucking cruel, Zara. That doesn’t mean we give up.”

It’s not her fault. It’s mine, for letting Romano live. For not getting to the club quick enough.

I will never forgive myself for letting her down like this.

She tries to press her face into the pillow to muffle her sobs. I stroke her hair away from her face and gently pull her up. I need to look at her.

“Ti amo, Zara,” I whisper, pressing my forehead against hers and closing my eyes.

“I love you, Frankie.” It’s barely a whisper. “I just want to sleep. Everything fucking hurts. I can’t deal with it right now.”

I pull back, searching her eyes. There is nothing there. It really fucking hurts watching the life drain out of the strongest woman I’ve ever met, and there isn’t a single thing I can do to make this right.

I cuddle her against me, stroking her hair. Eventually, her sobs subside, I still don’t let her go. I never will.

I will bring her back to me.

And we will seek our revenge against the entire fucking world for taking this away from us.


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