Help. Please. Everything has gone wrong.

Like 8.5 months ish later I guess

Serina POV
Lorenzos arm was wrapped around me, holding me, his hand rested on the uncovered skin on my stomach. He glided his fingers over the swollen skin, kissing my hair and whispering his love for me into my ear.

His fingers smoothing over the child he put inside my uterus. I forced myself further into his arm,resting my head on his bicep that was under my temple. Letting out a shaken breath.

I was sleepless. Restless. Uncomfortable.

"You got me pregnant. This is your fault." I said

"It takes two to tango my love. Two to fuck like we do. And if I recall, whenever I do fuck that little pussy of yours, you tell me to cum inside you." He hummed truths. As he tapped his fingers in a rhythm, that made the pain subside only slightly.

"Because when your giant massive large cock is inside me my brain doesn't work." I said. "And How am I supposed to not want that?" I smirked

"Hm?" He smirked back "well love you take me so well, so do not complain."

It was dark, so dark in the room around us. It was silent.

"Don't tell me what to do. Fuck off." I smiled as I snuggled into his back. I love you.

We were at the base, he had a meeting or papers to sign or something, and refused to leave me at the house by myself. Not even after I suggested increased guards. Not even then. He didn't leave my side. Ever.

God I loved the attention. I'm a whore for attention.

It was silent. And I closed my eyes, drifting so peacefully into sleep—

Until a large explosion made the ground shake, the walls tremble—and Lorenzo shot up in bed yanking the covered off my almost naked body.

"What the hell?" I asked, as he threw himself off the bed and peered through the window. His body stiffened, and he turned to me.

Eyes hard. Body like a stone.

"Get dressed." He said, and when I didn't move he growled "Serina get the fuck dressed right now." He said with no apologies as he walked to the dressed and grabbed his gun. Tucking it into his waistband before stammering over to me.

I nodded as I struggled to a seating position, he walked over and grabbed my hands and helped me up. "What's happening?" I asked, as he reached onto the ground and threw a shirt over my head while he shot his eyes around the room like he was waiting for something.

"Someone just blew up a watch tower." He said, as he helped me slip on a pair of his sweats. Tightening the string around my hips Before shrugging his blazer from the floor over my shoulders and buttoning it up hurriedly.

"What? Lorenzo—" I started, but he didn't wait for me to finish, he grabbed around my waist and ushered me to the door as gunfire erupted outside.

He hesitated, he never hesitates, and he pulled me closer, as he walked us down the hallway.
Men ran passed us with guns, some joined us in our mission. Whatever it was. Following after me and Lorenzo with guns raised and ready.

Lorenzo shook against me, as he held his gun in his free hand. His grip pinched my skin, he'd never held me this tightly. Like he thought it was the last time he'd hold me.

Marco ran towards us, and eyed me. He was frantic, and his chest rose and fell rapidly.

"Take her." We're the first words Lorenzo breathed to him, "get her back to the house. Lock it down—"

"What Lorenzo I'm not leaving you." I argued, and he turned his eyes to me. Marco walked closer, with a stolen gaze.

"Yes. You are." He told me, as he brought me in front of him. His eyes peering down at me.

"No. We are a team. I—I stay with you." I told him, as he brought his hands to my shoulders. Shaking me slightly, as if he trying to knock in whatever sense he thought I had left.

"No." was all he said. No further explanation. "I'm not risking your safety just so you can stay by me."

"What if something happens to you?!" I told him, as he pulled me into his chest, my head resting over his beating heart that raced and raced and raced.

"If they see you they will kill you. I can't let that happen." He told me, "baby I need you to be okay. You need to go."

He told me. And I knew he was right, I knew but when Marco grabbed me and pulled me away from Lorenzo chest I yelled "no!" I yelled more, struggling pointlessly against Marcos arms that enveloped around my chest.

Keeping me from being beside home. keeping him safe.

"Protect her with your fucking life Marco." Lorenzo hissed, as he gazed at me like his heart was breaking. Breaking watched me beg and plead and scream for him not to leave.

I'd begged these same words before.

Marco didn't answer Lorenzos demand, he only nodded. Like he knew there was no point in giving an answer, because he knew the only answer he could give was yes.

I fought, and Marco pulled my back against him as Lorenzo looked at me, like the last time he ever would, and took a few steps backwards.

His eyes haunted me. Yet drove a fire that screamed inside me. Slowly and fleeting, as I screamed for him desperately.

"don't die." I yelled at him, as he walked away "if you die, I kill you. I will kill you!" I told him, and he clenched his jaw and nodded.

He was the man who couldn't be killed. Don't die. Don't die my lover.

"Go." Lorenzo growled, as him and the rest of the men turned around and ran back down the hallway.

Lorenzo didn't look back, as I watched him walk away. Almost like of he looked back, he wouldn't be able to look away.

•••

Gunfire erupted around us, as Marco walked us out the back door. He held me against him with his gun raised as three men tailed us and one was in front.
Fire raged outside, and it smelt like marijuana burnt from the flames. I squinted my eyes at the smoke, as we busted through the set of doors and into the chaos.

Bullets ricocheted off the concrete around us, as Marco pulled me closer and covered my head with his arm. The men beside us fired their guns, and yells and screams echoed around us.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach, as he rushed us towards a car.

A groan came from behind us, and one of our men fell to the ground. Blood spilling around us,

I heard footsteps and heavy running, and Marco turned on a dime, and I screamed as Marco was tackled and I fell out of his arms and onto the ground. Landing on side with a painful groan. My hands scraping against the concrete as I tried to support myself.

I gasped, as I placed my arms under me and attempted to push myself onto my feet.
"Marco!" I screamed for him in the dark, as I forced myself to my feet.

I searched for him in the dark, but he seemed to have vanished. I could hear him struggling and I searched.

Men rushed around me, and my guards circled me, as they pushed us towards our SUV. They fell in death one by one around me, and their blood spilt on my skin.

I was suddenly alone at the car door, surrounded by bodies. I pulled at the door, fumbling like a mad man, but fell against the glass with a wide mouth as fire erupted in my thigh.

I felt my blood like hot ink, seep down my skin.

My mouth busted open but no words came out, and the world rushed around me all at once. Everything became nothing.

I fell, with a groan. Sliding against the door until I was sitting on the concrete. My hands shook as I peered down.

There was a bullet In my thigh, and I was bleeding. I groaned as I set my head against the door and pressed my hand over the wound to stop the blood that seemed to not want to stop.

I was bleeding. A lot. Too much.

"Marco!" I screamed with tears in my eyes, but there wasn't an answer. Not from who I wanted

"Well Would you look at that." A man laughed, as he came into my view. "What a lucky fucking find." He was tall, blond. And had a crazy look in his eye. And I'd never seen him before. "You're pregnant? "even luckier" he man smirked.

"Marco!" I screamed again. Desperate.

"He's not coming princess. And I doubt your little husband will get here in time either."he smirked again. Cocking his lips up proudly.

"Fuck off." I groaned, as I straightened my bleeding leg. I was sitting in my own blood. I was—

"Sorry babe." He smirked, as he stepped forward and raised his gun. "I can't do that." He smirked, as he shot out the tires and they hissed and made the car sink low.

I placed my hand in the ground, attempting to pull myself up. My mouth busted open, as the pain in my leg sent shocks up my body.

"You are really gonna shoot a pregnant woman?" I growled. Trying to stall him. Trying to do anything.

"To drown an empire right?" He smirked, cocking his head, with no conscience. No hesitation. And I sucked in a breath, and wrapped my hand around my stomach.

"You are an asshole." I said. And a part of me wondered, if this how my mother felt, when she was in the same position.

If When a gun was pointed at her, still did all she think about was me.

What kind of mother am I?

I looked up, and at the barrel. For the longest time I wasn't scared to die. But now, now I was terrified. I hadn't even seen my child, I hadn't got to see it. I didn't even know what gender my child was.

I looked down the barrel, and a tear fell down my cheek. And he smirked as he put pressure on the trigger. Like this brought him some sort of joy, to see me this way.

Except it wasn't my brains that splattered on the concrete it was his and he fell in a heap of death onto the ground at my feet. His eye hung from its socket. I yelped lowly, he made such a horrificly amazing sound as he slumped into death.

Marco scrambled towards me with heavy breath, holding his arm. He looked at me and hesitated, his face bloody and bleeding as he sank down and looked me over. His eyes were distant and burning, and his clothes were covered in blood that wasn't his

He had a gash on his cheek from a dagger, and bruises were already beginning to form under his right eye "Oh shit." He growled, as he looked at my leg "oh fuck." He said, as he placed his hands over the wound to stop the blood.

"I know." I told him as I swallowed. I know.

"Marco."I said, dizzy. "Marco you have to go-"

"No. No you don't get to do that. Nope. No more of your stupid selfless bullshit." He shook his head angrily as he ripped a part of his shirt and wrapped it around my leg. He tightened it and I hissed, and he looked at me in apology.

"He shot the tires." I whispered, as men ran past us. Marco shot his head to them, and growled swears.

I was breathing heavily, and my leg burned and blood dripped down my bare leg. "Marco." I groaned, willing my eyes to close. Willing the
Exhaustion to take me.

"Serina open your fucking eyes right now." He yelled at me, as he gripped my cheek and shook my face.

"Hm?" I whispered, as I opened them. And he quickly scooped me up in his arms, clenching his jaw.

His white undershirt dripped in my blood.

He pulled me up higher as he quickly walked us back into the building, setting me down on the floor as he pulled the door shut and shoved a piece of scrap metal in the handle.

the world passed by me so fast I got dizzy. I wasn't even moving

I was in pain, more pain then I've been in in a long time. I felt heavy, and light and—

I felt water drip down and pool at the base of my thighs. "No." I said, "no no no." I groaned as I squinted my eyes and set my head against the wall

"What?" He asked, as he held his arm once again, letting it hang down at his side. It looked broken

"Nothing ." I said, placing my shaking blood hand on my lower stomach. Knowing, that by my luck it wasn't nothing.

Knowing that my water broke, knowing I'd been shot. Knowing Lorenzo was somewhere that wasn't here.

"Fuck." Marco screamed really frantically as another explosion made the walls shake.

"Who the hell were those people" I said

"I don't know." Marco hissed, "we gotta get to a room, can you walk?" He asked.

"I have been shot in the fucking leg Marco " I hissed "and I'm 9 months pregnant."

"Okay. Okay just try to stand on one leg."he said as he gripped under my arms and helped me slide up the wall

He looked into my eyes, like he was trying to reassure me.

"You'll be okay." He told me, and I nodded, as I wrapped my arms around his torso.

Will I?

He led me down the hallway slowly, as I limped on my one leg.

We went into the first door we could find, he kicked it in. Walking me to the bed and sitting me down.

Then I felt it. The pain. The tightness in my abdomen. The searing and horrible pain. That the how to mother books didn't even begin to describe accurately.

"Marco." I whispered, clinging to him , as the searing pain echoed through me. "Marco I think that I'm—" I began. I shook my head, this was not happening. This can't happen. I was bleeding out. Lorenzo was god knows where. Fuck you lorenzo. You better not be dead.

Lorenzo, I love you.

"Serina!" Marco said, shaking me. As I laid my head on a pillow.

"Hm?" I asked, as I opened my eyes. I didn't even realize I closed them.

"You don't get to do that." He hissed, before standing and walking to the wooden chest. Opening it, the wood creaked and he dug inside the contents.

"Damn it!" He said, "I'll have to go to the infirmary."

"Marco—" I whispered, swallowing. As I felt that searing pain in my fucking vagina, and I placed my hand on my stomach.

"Shut up." He said, growling.

"Marco." I hissed. Trying to tell him that I thought I was about to...

"Serina you aren't dying so stop it." He said as he walked to the door. He didn't say it the confidence he usually would have. Like he wasn't sure he believed it.

Lorenzo.

"Can you..." I said as I blew out a breath. "Can you go help Lorenzo. Find him?"

"What?" He hissed, as he froze in the doorway.

"Get the supplies. Find my husband and come back."
I whispered with a small smile. Ignoring the tear that fell down my cheek

"No because by the time I get back you'll be dead or something." He hissed. Before looking at me opened turning, opening the door.

"Please." I whispered. "Marco...I don't know if he is safe. I—I can't do this without him."

"Please" I continued with a beg. "He is my babies father, I—" I continued but he just shook his head and walked out the door. Slamming it.

My jaw chattered, as I sunk lower until I was laying on my back. I brought my knees up, and with shaking hands I undid the lace that tied them. With a Cry of pain I lifted my hips and slid the fabric off.

Tears fell down my cheek, as I unwrapped the Tourniquet and slowly pushed the fabric off my legs. Throwing it beside me on the bed.

My body shook and protested, as I slipped my hand into the waist of my panties, dragging them downs

"You are stubborn." I whispered "like your father." I whispered to the child I hadn't yet met, but longed to hold.

Lorenzo is so stubborn and stupid. I knew he had to stay. And that the smart thing was for me to go. To be anywhere except for here. But I wish he didn't make me go. And I wish he didn't look at me like that when he left.

"You want to come now, at the worst possible time huh?" I said, with tears rushing down my cheeks. I was dizzy, bleeding and alone. Having his baby as the world fell to pieces outside the door. "Your father isn't here. But he—he will be. He will." I whispered as I set me head against the pillow and closed my eyes.

"He always comes for me."

LORENZO POV

I was going a little bit more crazy with every person that I slaughtered. Every bullet that echoed from my gun, made my body gain tension. This place was a fortress. Yet they came in, while my pregnant wife laid in my bed.

Where she was trying to get some sleep, for the first time since our baby's kicks made her restless, and she'd rush to the bathroom and throw up the contents of her stomach almost every night.
I wanted to help her, to do more then run her back and tie her hair up. More then tell her I loved her as she cried over the toilet. But there was nothing I could do to help her.

Nothing but send her away, get her away from here. I could help her by doing that.

But god, doing that made my heart break .

These bastards Blew up my watchtower and shot my guards While my wife and unborn child were here.

"Please—please don't!" The man under me growled as I stood over him, yet without hesitation I put a bullet in his fucking skull. Watching him die a quick and miserable death.

They were lowlife punks from a small gang, they have been on my ass for years. They'd never tried anything this big before today. And based on the amount of their dead, I doubt they ever will again

Fire raged around us, and the air smelt like drugs. It was thick with death. A part of me shivered at the thought that it could have been Serina's.

A man rushed towards me, as I ducked behind a steel crate. Looking out, and aiming my pistol at his chest. I shot off a couple rounds that hit the cement but he ducked away just in time

The man ducked out for a moment, enough for me to hit him in the shoulder, then the head. My gun smoked, and I quickly reached into my rocket and grabbed a joint. Lighting it up, I stuck it between my teeth.

Breathing it I'm, trying to shake the feeling that burned inside me. Something was wrong. I could feel it. Sending her away was wrong.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around and my gun connected with a forehead.

"ITS MARCO." He said, putting his hands up. He was breathing heavily, and was holding a red bag that was slung around his shoulder.

"I almost shot you." I growled as I turned back around to survey the almost empty cement pad.

Marco. Marco. Marco?

On a dime I spun back around, grabbing him by his jacket and pulling him closer "why the fuck are you not with Serina?" I hissed, and panic overwhelmed me.

My senses blurred. My mind raced.

"She—shes..." he scrambled words together.

No. No. I'd know if something happened to her. She's not gone. She's okay. I'd know if she wasn't.

"Is she dead?" I asked my voice loud and unsteady , "ANSWER ME!" I screamed when he stayed silent.

Serina. Her voice and her name echoed in my head. Over and over and over.

"No. No. We tried to leave, some fuck got the upper hand over me. Lorenzo it was a blur. They—they...shot her." He finally got out the words I need to hear, and I released him and he stumbled back.

I felt sick almost instantly. Bile rose in my throat. My heart clenched. My head burst into flames.

"Where is my wife?" I growled, through clenched teeth. My hands were shaking

"A room. Hidden. I—I went to get supplies, she begged me to come find you. So—" he was stammering so much, clutching his arm. His eyes were distant. And I only realized now, that the blood on his shirt was serina's And not his own.

"You shouldn't have left her alone!" I yelled, as I aimed my gun up and he flinched as I shot it. Not at him, at the man who ran out from behind him.

The man died, slumping against the metal.

"Take me to her." I said. With such desperation. I was shaking. I felt nothing but everything.

I didn't even care if my men would need me. If the world was falling to smoke.

I told her I'd always come to her.

And that is a promise I'll do anything to keep.