Begging For A Reconciliation

In the many years treading the underbelly of the city, he had killed countless people and it was clear as day to him Regina was beyond saving.

Ron sighed and he took Leah’s hand. “Let’s take you home first, and then I’ll take care of this woman, alright?” Leah shook her head, seemingly in a daze. “No, we have to send her to the hospital. She needs treatment. She cannot die like this.”

His heart clenched in his chest looking at a crestfallen Leah. He shouldn’t feel anything by now seeing Regina dead, but he cared about Leah.

Leah couldn’t accept the fact Regina was dead. She wouldn’t allow her friend to die in front of her, especially when Regina sacrificed herself for Leah.

Ron knew he had to tell her the truth no matter how cruel it was. “She’s dead. There’s nothing a doctor can do now. If we send her to the hospital, the cops will get involved and they’ll find out about Jack and us eventually.”

He had tried his best to analyze the situation, hoping Leah would return to her senses. She was choking back tears as she mumbled, “No, she’s not dead. You’re lying. Stop lying to me!”

She wasn’t listening to him. He stepped forward to carry her in his arms. He said softly, “I’ll take good care of her body, alright?” Leah tugged at his shirt and she cried her heart out.

Regina died because of her. I thought you hated me! Why did you risk your life to save

told his men to

crying, but she still looked dazed. While she was showering, Ron quickly

grab some,” he asked, seeing Leah fresh out of the shower. Her hair was

down by the dining table, but she didn’t feel like eating. Ron was nervous as this was his first time cooking for Leah. Even though he had made

a bite. She had barely eaten when she started sobbing again. She asked Ron, “What did you do with

Her heart ached when she thought of Regina’s lifeless body in her arms. Ron answered swiftly, “My boys have sent her to a funeral home. They will take care of everything from there, so don’t

even told her I’m sorry.” Ron sat down beside her, “It’s not your fault.” Leah shook her head, “No, it’s

dagger; if I hadn’t stayed after giving the money, would she still be alive now? Maybe she wouldn’t be dead now.” She buried her face in her

fault. It’s not, alright?” Leah was inconsolable. She

he gently carried her back to her

was in a bad place for a long time after Regina’s death. She barely gathered herself to deal with Regina’s funeral together

attended by only Leah and Ron. Ron followed Leah silently, holding an umbrella

Ron asked, “Should we inform her stepfather?” Leah recalled how Regina despised the man for beating her and selling her to Colors. She pursed