CHAPTER - 9 | SAVING HER

MARCUS'S POV

I punched the numbers which would guarantee Lucy's safety. I hesitated for a while, pretending that I had no other go than to give up killing Quinlan. His blond hair was clutched by Lucifer, who was in a fury.

My gang felt betrayed by me, saving the girl who meant nothing to them. It usually didn't matter, but now they're working for a girl whom they had no idea about what she meant to me.

Quinlan picks his ringing phone. His calm posture suddenly disappeared replacing by fear. He looks at Aiden, who still had the gun on his forehead

"Well," I raised my eyebrows, causing Esther to step back.

"How did you-," He started.

"If you can enter my place, then imagine how many of my guys would've been in yours," I smile. Aiden doesn't hesitate, he shoots him.

We walk out of the place killing every single of Runihuras who had dared to enter this place. I enter the car and Lucifer drove it, silence engulfing the place.

"Marcus, you should at least tell us what that woman means to you," It was Hayde who confronted first.

"I think you should answer that, I didn't possibly think that they would take Lucy. I didn't think she would stop this meeting Marcus, or else I would've checked activities regarding her," Lucifer sighs, making me feel guiltier.

I wanted to tell them the truth, but I kept silent. They understood what that meant, it means that I didn't like what they were asking. Aiden surprisingly kept quiet and I assumed that he was glad that I saved Lucy.

We walk into my mansion, Haybe and Lucifer diverge their paths as I climbed upstairs. I almost ran into Elena, who was knocked out on the floor. No one had bothered to check out her since she was only a maid. I felt a pang of guilt, sympathy perhaps. I called out the maid who was cleaning the floor. She was more than glad to pick Elena up and get her to the dressing room.

I walk towards Lucy's room confused about what I might feel now. A rush of happiness maybe? I had no idea. She was Susan's doppelganger after all. But I can't explain what I felt in Sandalks. I wanted her to be safe because I didn't want her to get hurt. I wondered whether it was because of that face, but no. I had definitely felt something for her, I felt reflexive.

I enter her room to find her sleeping with the balcony wide open. She stirs a bit as I sit on the bed, tracing her face with my index finger. She wakes up and clutches my arm. I felt protective about her, and I did not compare her with Susan. It was her.

"Hey," I whisper, trying not to sound scary.

She says nothing. She clutches my arm and sobs as she struggles to cope up with the blanket. I wanted her to talk something to me, anything.

"Lucy," I whisper her name, I lie down on the bed next to her. I didn't mean to do it, I just had the urge to do it. I wrapped her closer, she seemed to calm down a little.

"Talk to me," I say to her, cupping her cheeks, wiping the tears with my thumb trying not to her wound. It's been so long since I had been this close to a woman I care about. I didn't do it as my duty, I didn't feel that it was Susan. I realised that I felt this because she's Lucy.

"Does it hurt?" I ask her, she nods in reply. I pull her to my chest and try to make her feel comfortable.

"Please stay with me," She whispers, which sounded distant.

"I will, I promise," I tell her, as I lean to kiss her on the forehead. She jerks a little as she feels my lips on her forehead, but she doesn't pull me away.

"Do you love me?" She asks me.

I don't know the answer myself. I thought that I felt something towards her because she looked exactly like Susan. But I haven't realised that I felt something because it was Lucy.

"I think so," I reply, not wanting to lie entirely.

"I don't love you, but I feel secure now," She tells me. I felt empty when she told me that. She dozes off to sleep, still clutching my shirt and her legs over mine.