CHAPTER 43

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A/N - Hello just some TW⚠️
- Abuse
- Knife/Gun
Also answer the question as always.
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"Stronzette a sorpresa," (Translation - surprise bitches)

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"Stronzette a sorpresa,"
(Translation - surprise bitches)

My eyes widen seeing Rebecca fall to the ground. I quickly rush over to her and start putting pressure on her wounds, to stop the blood.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. What had I done, she can't die. She was bleeding way to much, I need to take her to the hospital immediately.

I don't care if she's Belladonna, that's probably the last thing on my mind.

The only thing I was thinking about was she can't die, especially not because of me.

"I told you, you would regret it." Jennie's says before passing out next to Rebecca.

Lucas also quickly rushes over to us and starts putting pressure on Jennie wound.

"We need to get them to the hospital, now." I say untying Rebecca and picking her up bride style.

Lucas does the same and picks Jennie up.

I quickly but carefully rush out the door, with Rebecca in my arms, she was covered in her own blood, because of me.

It's all my fault.

Once I get to my car, I unlock it with Rebecca still in my arms. I open the back seat and gently lay her there.

Once I close the door, I rush to the driver seat. I don't wait for anyone as I drive off.

I start spreading through red lights, I have probably broken 100 laws by now but I couldn't care less. Rebecca, my Rebecca was bleeding to death.

I rush to my hospital, the one I sponsor. On the top floor is where the mafia men and woman go. You can't have bullet wounds without police getting suspicious.

I get out and gently pick Rebecca up from my back seat. I carry her all the way inside the hospital and into the elevator to the top floor.

"I need a fucking doctor!" I yell. Rebecca started getting a little colder from how she normal is. She's always warm, but now she was cold as ice.

My doctor run up to me, with his medical team. "Oh goodness," he says as I lay her down on the bed.

"We're dealing with bullet wound. We need to get them out immediate. Her temperature is low." He yells as they start connecting her to some monitors and drips.

"How many times did she get shot." He says as the nurses start taking her away.

"Three, two on her back and one on her leg."

"Alright, we'll try our best, you know where to wait boss."

He quickly rushes over to the nurses as they start taking her to the operation room.

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