For years I have wished for death to snatch me in its slimy claws, back to my family. A guilt that ate me up each time I close my eyes to sleep getting vivid images of Lucien taking the bullet for me, momma protecting me from getting killed as her screams still ring in my ears to this date each time I fall asleep. Fear grip me tight knowing my child will not live to see the day break. Nor to ever see Elijah again, a man I hated but turned out to love more than anything I dreamed.

My eyes clench shut close wrapping my arms on my stomach in a protective stance hearing

the gun shots. The loud thud echoes in the room, it isn't me. Slowly my eyes flies open looking down at my feet were the dead impersonating doctor laid, eyes empty and hollow. My breath hitch raising my gaze past the shiny shoes trailing up to the expensive trench coat locking gaze with a definite piercing grey of Elijah.

My feet stood rooted in place as I watch him stride majestically in power and grace towards me. His face hard and stern, his steps precise and calculated; eyes glares hard at me and all I could do at this moment is squirm feeling my whole body, nerves and blood circulation freeze in his presence. He disputed a powerful aura like a king he is and I; his most precious possession. I've come to love being who he wants me to be to him. A possession he will kill for and once again, Elijah killed for me.

"Elijah..." Immediately my lips were slammed against his in a ferocious kiss. I didn't respond at first thinking of the many reasons why he is not shouting or snapping at me but then again, damn his luscious lips as I return his kisses back with equal favor. Our lips entangled, our tongue mesh together, my heart beats in the perfect harmony I thought I lost. Throwing my hands over his neck, I deepen our kiss with his hands digging deep in my skin. The pain excited me more, moaning into his lips.

"Don't you ever leave me again." He says in a broken voice. My emotions failing me as I burst out crying. I cried so hard on his chest which he lets me rubbing his rugged hands up and down my back soothing the deep ache I feel. I could not pinpoint what emotion triggered my tears; fear, happiness, pains, love, hate. It all came crashing down from my eyes in a transparent liquid and I sure needed it.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't know what to do. I was so scared Elijah, I thought I will die. I thought I will never see you again." I choke on my tears crying in his arms wrapped around my waist enclosing me in his cold but loving comfort. "I didn't mean to run away. I wanted to save you from my battles. I-I thought I could do it on my own." Sobbing uncontrollably in my hands pressed against his body.

"Shh. Look at me." His voice goes soft in command making my heart ache with hot tears spilling from my eyes. "Eyes on me Princess." Sobering up, wet glistening eyes meet his. A heavy shudder ran down my spine shivering from the aftershock of an almost death. Every time I look into Elijah's eyes, I get the opportunity to fall in love over again. To feel protected from all ails.

They see a cold eyes, I see comfort. They see a ruthless assassin, I see a man who will do anything for me proving it times again. They see a mafia king, I see the love of my heart. My head hangs low in shame hugging him, needing to feel his warmth even when I don't deserve it. I do not deserve his undying love for me. His need to protect me. But, being the selfish woman I am; I cannot let go. What would have become of me if he didn't arrive in time or was few seconds late?

Sniffing, I close my eyes resting my head on his broad chest biting my lips to control the heart wrenching sobs threatening to spill out. His hand came under my chin tilting my head up to him; eyes caressing my face as his thumb brush against my cheek and lips.

"I am never letting go." Planting a soft and yearning kiss on my lips getting my heart to explode in the most passionate feels. Elijah...Elijah is my home. Returning his kisses. "Ever."