La Principessa della Mafia

Chapter 20: Sorry

Aniyah's POV (Surprise!)

SIKE. Nah she died. For real.

Aniyah's POV (I'm playing)

I woke up about an hour after my surgery, scaring the doctors because apparently I'm supposed to be in a coma. After protesting the coma and then running 80 billion tests I'm staying awake. This is wrong for me to do but I decided to prank everybody by saying I'm dead. (Sorry to the readers too.)

My door was busted open and in came a crying Milo with more crying people following. Dang. Now I'm getting slapped.

"Hey, guys!" I said happily.

"You bench!" Milo exclaimed. He came over to the bed and slapped me. My friends and Daxton shook their heads while my family looked ready to kill him.

"You made me cry in front of people. And what were you thinking? Going to Donovan? You dummy," he ranted then hugged me, "but I missed you so much. You're not leaving my side anytime soon."

"Yeah sorry about that. I've always wanted to do it but I never was able to. So, yea my bad," I said sheepishly.

I hugged everyone with Milo staring daggers at my head. I know he wants to know what happened and not knowing is killing him. He's been this way since we were kids. After hugging everyone we sat in silence with Milo still staring daggers at my head.

"Milo. If you keep staring it doesn't mean she'll just magically tell you. You have to ask," Daxton said.

Milo and I rolled our eyes synchronically and everyone cringed, literally.

"What happened? And don't lie," he said.

I sighed and gave myself a mental pep talk.

"After I left with him he knocked me out. When I woke up he asked what was going on with Vladimir and me. I wouldn't tell him anything so he got mad. He tortured me for hours and tried to get me into submission. He did this for the next week and a half. I wouldn't tell him anything or go with him to leave you all behind so he would torture me and say that if you guys did get me back, you would give me away. He also told me that I would be a horrible mother and Carter would end up hating me. I didn't believe a word he said and that made him angrier."

"Did he touch you," grandpa asked?

I nodded and sighed. I know I'm shutting down mentally again. But it's slower. So I want to enjoy this time with everyone while I can.

"That's it?" Milo asked.

"Yes. I told you everything."

"Are you sure?" he asked again.

"Yes, Milo. I'm sure."

He scoffed and walked to me. Everyone else in the room watched the interaction.

"But you're lying," he said sing songish.

"No, I'm not."

"Oh. But you are. You and I both know it. So spill or I will."

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said.

He scoffed again and pulled out some papers and threw them on the bed.

"Milo. Stop," I said, gathering the papers.

"No. Why didn't you sign them? All of this could have been prevented," he said.

"What's on the papers?" Allessandro asked.

Rafael walked over and grabbed the papers. He looked at them for a while before passing it. Soon everyone in the room read them and looked at me waiting.

"If I signed the papers I wouldn't be able to keep up with the conditions. Sure I could have waited for you to save me and then he would be dead and technically I didn't kill him. But, I couldn't do that. Next, I would have kept trying to kill and get away from him. And there's no way at all that I could submit myself to him. And lastly, the kids' thing. I can't."

"You can't what?" dad asked.

"She can't have kids. When we found her after the kidnapping all of the kids had a very intrusive check-up. When we were checking Aniyah we found out that she can't have kids. After all the rapes, the chances of Aniyah having a child are 0%," Matteo answered for me.

"Can you all leave? I need to talk to Vladimir," I said.

After another hug, everyone slowly left with just Vladimir and Milo left.

"Milo. Come on. I just need to talk to him. We won't be doing anything stupid. Just give us 10 minutes," I pleaded.

He grumbled and left the room.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything. And you better not be saying sorry for the scars or the baby thing. I love you either way," he said, holding my head.

I looked at him stunned and shook my head. He can't love me. I'm broken emotionally and mentally. I can't give him kids. His life would be messed up because he thinks he loves me. I can't ruin his life like that.

"No. Don't think like that. You aren't ruining my life. Sure I've wanted to have kids but I already have a son, Carter. I love him like he's my own. And I love you," he said smiling.

"I love you too."

He leaned in and kissed me.

"Ew. You said you wouldn't do anything. Why are you kissing him? EW! I need bleach for my eyes," Milo said, leaving the room while dragging Vladimir with him.