A life without love Chapter 7: a person never leaves their diamond unattended Tension overtook Satine the second she saw the Duke and Warner standing there. How had they found her? She squeezed Christian's hand tighter and backed away a little. Christian could never forget the look of horror on Satine's face that day. "Except you two, you'll stay right there" the Duke growled at them as soon as everyone had left, even the barman had slipped out the back exit, not wanting any trouble. Neither Satine nor Christian said a word; they stood hand in hand frozen in place across from the Duke. "You should've known dear Satine, a person never leaves their diamond left unattended," the Duke snapped. "Go away, she's not yours she's no-ones!" Christian snapped in anger, yelling across the room at the Duke. "Shut up boy! She IS mine, my diamond!" the duke yelled walking across the room quickly, trying not to explode with rage, his face red and his eyeballs almost popping from his head "You see this you moron? This binds Satine to me! She is lawfully mine!" the Duke screamed waving a piece of paper in front of Christian, but that was a bad move. Christian's arms shot up in front of his and wrenched the paper from the duke and threw it into an ashtray where it hit a still lit cigarette and caught fire and shriveled away to ash. "She's not yours now" Christian said plainly trying to hide a smile. This made the Duke almost go insane with rage, he turned away and walked a few paces to where Warner had moved and turned back as an evil idea struck him, sure the contract binding Satine to him was destroyed, but how could that stop him having her? He was the Duke of Monroth he could have anything. He spun around, his rage calmed a bit by his evil plot and spoke as calmly as possible "Boy, we can do this the easy way, give me what's mine and I'll leave you with a nice sum of money, or we can do it the hard way" he finished, motioning to the gun sitting in Warner's jacket pocket. Christian saw the gun, little fragments of fear trickled into him but he held firm, his face determined, holding Satine's hand harder and planting his feet firmly on the ground he did not say a word. "Well boy? What do you say?" the duke asked eagerly awaiting an answer, Christians eyes flickered over to the Duke, "She is not yours," he said just above a whisper, firmly and strongly. Then he made his mistake, he turned, along with Satine and began to walk out the back exit. Within seconds of them turning Warner's heavy footsteps could be heard behind them, Christian pulled Satine and they began to run, but they didn't get very far. Warner's strong powerful hands grabbed Christian by the shoulders and squeezed, Christian fell to his knees in pain, letting go of Satine's hand, the Duke grabbed Satine and pulled her roughly across the floor behind him. "Let me go!" Christian screamed, trying to wrestle out of Warner's grip, but he was too strong, he only held him tighter and hit him hard in the back, but Christian didn't give up he continued to push and try to wriggled out of grasp, Satine was screaming and raced forward, trying to hit Warner until the Duke pulled her away and held her back. Christian's strength was finally fading and he barely moved under Warner's grasp, sweat beads dribbled down his head, and his face was puffed and you could tell his muscles ached. When Christian had given in and lay still with Warner's tight hold on him, Satine spoke "Duke let him go" she said sternly. The duke ignored her. "Let him go!" she screamed, running at the duke, she kicked him hard but fell backwards onto a chair. The duke fell to the floor, totally shocked, his eyes growing wider by the second; he got to his feet and got his breath back. "Now, I'm giving you a choice, you come with me and marry like you are supposed to, or don't and I'll leave you here with nothing and you're little poet will be dead" he growled in anger. Warner pulled the gun from its place and held it at Christian's head, ready to shoot. Satine burst into tears, but not Christian, bringing together the little bit of strength he had left, as fast as he could he grabbed hold of the chair in front of him and brought it over his head into Warner's face, making him release his grip and stagger backwards until he hit the floor with incredible force and was knocked unconscious. The gun dropped from his hand and landed near Christian. He picked it up and pointed it at the duke.

"Now boy, don't go doing anything stupid" the Duke backed away. Christian held the gun steady. "Pull that trigger boy, I'll hunt you down" the Duke whispered. Christian, brushed his finger over the trigger. "You're too afraid to shoot boy, a coward, who doesn't deserve her" The duke taunted, motioning to Satine who had risen and was standing next to Christian her hand finding his loose one. Christian's finger rested on the trigger. "You don't deserve her, you can't shoot, you're just a little pathetic, useless, little boy who writes silly plays that don't make any money!" the duke yelled. Christian pulled the trigger. The shot rang out through the bar, the duke, shocked, staggered back, his hand on his shoulder with blood already staining his hand and fell to the ground. Christian dropped the gun, totally surprised, Satine squeezed his hand. "Run" he whispered, and they did.

Well that's chapter 7!! The next chapter will be up soon I hope! Thanks again to all my reviews big hug to all!!!!