"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
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A GROAN escapes my lips as I open my eyes looking around as the sound of a heart monitor fills my ears.
I sit up feeling a throbbing headache rip through me as I tightly shut my eyes and re-open them to see Justina laying her head on the bed I'm sleeping on.
"Justina?" I whisper quietly.
Her body jerks up and her eyes widen when she see's me awake.
Small tears fall from her eyes as she pulls me into a tight hug. "Ow," I chuckle making her gasp and move back a little.
"Sorry," she sniffs while chuckling.
"What happened," I frown looking around.
"Well after the bombs went off you went unconscious and Matteo called Antonio who got really angry and rushed over to where you guys were." she says.
"When we got there Matteo was looking for you along with the others but almost gave up until he finally did." she continues.
"We rushed you to the hospital, you got all checked up and the doctors said it would take a few hours for you to wake up. Then Antonio had told Matteo and Angelo not to leave until you were awake but his mother forced them to go. So I came over and here we are now," she finishes off taking a deep breath.
My heart sinks a little hearing everyone sort of cared for me?
"Oh," I whisper.
"Well I'm ok," I shrug, raising my eyebrows with a little smile. Justina shakes her head and stands holding a duffle bag.
She leans in hugging me again before she pulls back and stands to her full height.
"I'll get the doctors to check you up so we can leave, this place stinks," she shivers. I give her a nod watching as she exits the room.
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"Zamira," a voice says before a large figure pulls me into a tight hug. My eyes widen as I smile awkwardly patting Matteo's back.
"Gosh I really thought you were dead," he pulls back wiping a fake tear. Chuckling I roll my eyes when he takes my bags for me.
"Angelica wants to see you, she's in the kitchen," he says. "Thanks," I smile up at him before making my way toward the kitchen.
Walking in I see Angelica in an apron scooping some dough onto a tray. She looks up and smiles motioning for me to join her.
Once I've reached her she pulls me into a tight hug making me groan a little, "Sorry," she chuckles pulling back.
"How are you feeling dear?" she asks as she continues to scoop, giving me a turn once she's finished one.
