Bad Guy

Wake Up !

L E O

My heart stops as I hear the sound of a gun cock and as I turn around I watch as my bambina had jumped in front of my body.

I felt my heart stop and I prayed it missed her but my prayers weren't answered when I see her lying on the ground unconscious.

Immediately fall to my knees feeling a strong feeling of pain that I've never felt before.

I turn her body over frantically and see the bullet hole hit her near her heart.

She looked me in the eyes before her eyes closed slowly.

My heartbeat races a hundred miles an hour and I shake her gently and say, "Come on bambina wake up, god why'd you have to fucking take a bullet for me. I'm supposed to protect you baby."

I shake her a little harder but feel the pain start expanding in my chest and scream, "Wake up!"

I didn't even realize tears were falling out of my eyes as I held her body in my arms.

Crying felt so foreign to me and to find myself crying so easily for her didn't come to any surprise but made me feel scared that if I lose her, I might lose myself too.

I immediately place my fingers on her neck hoping to find a pulse but can't find one.

Luca barges through the door with a gun pointing out the door but sees no one but sees me holding Katara and crying.

"Oh no," he turns towards the house and yells, "Call the ambulance Michael now!"

I look down at her face and put a strand of hair behind her ear and say, "You are not going to fucking die for me, you are going to be awake tomorrow and be in my arms like it never happened, you aren't dead."

I lay her on the ground and frantically begin to do CPR hoping this will revive her heart, I can't lose my love to this, I refuse.

I do CPR and mouth to mouth resuscitation and check her pulse every 30 seconds over and over and finally I can feel a pulse.

It was faint but still there, my baby's alive.

I have no idea how much longer she has right here but she's alive right now and if the ambulance don't get here in time I'll kill them all and put their dead bodies on display for everyone at the hospital to see.

I look at the blood seeping out of her bullet wound in her chest and take my shirt off and my belt as well. I ball my shirt up and wrap the belt around her upper chest and tighten the belt onto the cloth putting pressure on the wound to try and stop the bleeding.

I lightly kiss her forehead and hold her impossibly close to me holding onto a small strand of hope that she is fine.

She can't die and she won't die, I love her.

I hear loud the cries of Michael and Isabella from the doorway but ignore them as I feel so many emotions at once that I'm not used to.

My heart still aches knowing she could still possibly die from blood loss and that her blood is on my hands literally and metaphorically.

I shouldn't have been here or have brung her into my life. I'm so selfish, she deserves a better life, and a better man to love, someone she can start a family with and not have to worry whether they'd be in danger or not because of the mafia, someone who could've at least saved her and didn't let her get harmed ever.

I promised her I'd keep her safe and broke that promise and now she might be dead because of me.

More tears fall out my eyes knowing if she died I'd go over edge and go on a killing rampage.