Twenty Four

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-Mia-

Vincenzo Rossi died later that night.













Did you really think it would be that easy to bring down the mighty boss of the Italian mafia? Think again.





Anyway. .




I sighed, rubbing my forehead for what seemed to be for the thousandth time that day. "Did you find who shot him?" I asked quietly, gazing at his sleeping state, his chest slowly rising and going down.

Leonardo leaned against the doorway. "I have an idea." I nodded at him, continuing to stare at the love of my life. "Mia, you should get some sleep-"

"I'm fine, Leo."

It had been two weeks since Vincenzo had been shot three times in that parking lot. He had been in a coma and on life support - a machine helping him breathe. Leonardo was being the head of the mafia until Vincenzo woke. If Vincenzo would wake.

There was a possibility that he wouldn't wake up. It was a waiting game that was horrible for me. I had never felt so guilty in my entire life.

"I hate you!"

Those three words floated around my head. I hated myself - I was disgusted. I couldn't look in the mirror anymore without feeling awful. The last words I said to him were 'I hate you' and 'you're dead to me'. I believed that it was my fault he was hurt.

He was in a critical condition and had been in Intensive Care for a week. If I hadn't yelled at him or walked away - none of this would of happened. He had been badly hurt, the bullets were so close to his organs.

His family had been supporting me but I couldn't take their kindness. I believed that I was a horrible human being and didn't deserve anyone's kindness. It was my fault - my fault that he was hurt.

"I want to be with him," I whispered.

"Mia-"

"Please don't make me, Leo," I said, my voice cracking as tears came into my eyes. "I won't. I understand, sorry, Mia," Leonardo said sympathetically before leaving the room.

I sighed, placing my head in my hands, another migraine coming again. I had horrible nightmares that Vincenzo would die or the awful scene of me and him arguing. I would wake up with tears and cold sweat. I felt terrible. My back was aching and I needed to sleep badly but I didn't want to leave him. I couldn't leave him.

I realised during that time, how badly I needed Vincenzo - how much I loved him. I had so much to say to him. I had to apologise. He couldn't die on me. I couldn't bear it. He was going to live - I could feel it.

I felt my eyelids get heavier, and soon, I felt myself drifting away into a deep sleep.

I woke up by someone tapping me. It was Valentina. "Hey," she said, smiling kindly. "Come back to the house, Mia. Rest a little and you can come back as soon as you're ready."

"I'm fine," I said, my voice low. Val shook her head, "it's not a choice."

So, eventually I went back to the house and fell asleep on Valentina's bed for a long period of time and woke up feeling much better. I yawned and walked into her bathroom, taking a relaxing shower, getting all the grease and sweat off my body and hair. It felt soothing and made me feel good.

I got out the shower and brushed my teeth before going back into the room and throwing on some of Val's casual and comfortable clothes as mine were still in the maid's house. I dried my hair and put it into a messy bun before looking at myself in the mirror.

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