THE MAFIA’S CAPTIVE ANGEL

It had been two days, and Sin wasn’t back yet; he left the day after Luna came for some work outside but hadn’t been back, nor had Luca. Sin, no matter how busy he was, always came back home to me, even if he had to stay out late to take care of business. I tried calling Luca and Sin, but it just went straight to their voicemail. I was really getting worried.

Samantha kept telling me that Sin was capable of taking care of himself and that he was probably busy. But that did nothing to stop the ball of nerves in my throat as fear gripped my heart at the thought of something bad happening to him. I checked the time on the alarm clock beside the bed to see it was 9:30 p. m., but I couldn’t go to sleep due to anxiety and worry. I picked up my phone to call Sin and Luca again, but it went to their voicemail like it had for the past two days.

I didn’t know how long I sat on the bed, staring into nothingness, hoping for him to come back home. I didn’t realize I fell asleep waiting for him until I woke up. I turned on my phone to check the time and saw it was 2:00 in the morning.

I yawned and turned around when I heard a hiss of pain, and there he was, standing close to the bathroom door. His hand held his chest, and his shirt was soaked in blood. He looked like he was in so much pain. That was when I realized that he had been shot!

I hurriedly jumped out of bed and rushed to him as I held back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. It hurt to see him in pain, especially in a sight like this; that was how much I loved him.

I tried really hard to hold back the tears, but I couldn’t, and a sob escaped my lips. I used my hand to cover my mouth, trying to get myself under control. I took a deep breath.

“Nikolai,” I called out to him, but he didn’t answer. I took a step closer to where he stood, and he took a step back, hiding in the dark.

“Nikolai, I just want to help. I can’t stand seeing you hurt, please. I don’t know what I would do if you ended up dying; I don’t want to lose you too.” I swallowed hard as I remembered the painful scene of my parents’ deaths. When I was called into the principal’s office during class, I thought I had done something wrong because I had never been to the principal’s office before or even been given detention. But when I got there, I knew it was about something else with the look she had on her face.

It was a look of pity, and my world came crashing down when I was informed about their deaths. A drunken driver hit them, and they died on impact.

It was as if I were reliving the feeling I had, seeing him like this-hurt. Fear ran through me, and I tried to shake it off. I looked at Sin and let out a series of hiccups.

“I’m scared, Nikolai.” That caught his attention, and he stepped forward from the darkness. I let out a gasp at how bloody his shirt was; he was barely able to stand.

I quickly walked towards him, holding onto him to support his weight. I took him inside the bathroom, closed the toilet seat, and helped him sit on it. He let out a series of curses in Italian while I searched through the cabinet for a first-aid kit. I was able to see one, and I kept it on the floor beside him. Then i walked out of the room and ran downstairs to get a bottle of alcohol before running back upstairs and back inside the bathroom.

I washed my arms, then I took out a cotton ball, held it with a tong, and soaked it in alcohol.

“Just so you know, this is going to hurt,” I said, then put the cotton on his fresh, red wounds.

“Amore, you need to pour the alcohol on my wound.” He said.

I looked at him, my eyes asking if he was sure, because that would hurt him more. He gave me a nod, telling me to go ahead. I took a deep breath, picked the bottle up from the ground, and poured it on his world.

He threw his head back and hissed in pain, “Fanculo.” He gritted his teeth, then relaxed.

“I’m so sorry; I told you it would hurt.” I waited for a moment. I took the tweezer and looked at him. He looked so peaceful, staring at me, but I kept all my focus and concentration on removing the bullet from his stomach. Thankfully, it looked like it didn’t hit any vital organs.

After successfully removing the bullet, I took the needle and thread and carefully stitched him up. I picked up the bandage, dipped it in the water, and rolled it around his toned abs. I finished and looked at it to see that it was okay. I let out a sigh. I washed the blood off my hands and disposed of his shirt. I gathered all the medical equipment, put it back in the kit, and placed it back in the cabinet.

I moved towards him to check on the bandage to see if everything was okay, but I shivered when I felt his hand between my knees, going up to my inner thigh. Was this man really right in the head? Who in their right mind thinks of sex at this particular moment?

Only he, Mani, and my subconscious laughed at me as I tightened my legs to prevent his hand from exploring further up. shaking my head. “No, Nikolai, you are hurt, and you need rest.”

“amore.” I shook my head with tears in my eyes. How can he be nonchalant about this? He could have died today.

Everything came rushing back in, and I couldn’t control myself. I let out a loud sob, crying like I was a baby standing in front of him as he sat on the toilet seat. I covered my mouth to stop the sob from being heard, but it was no use. I looked at the ceiling, crying my eyes out. I felt Sin’s hand clap against mine, and he pulled me closer to him. His head rested on my tummy as he listened to me cry, his hands wrapping around my waist. My chest went up and down with hiccups and cries.

“sshh, amore. I’m sorry to have scared you. Non piangere di nuovo bambino, ti prego perdonami.” He hugged me tightly. I placed my hand on his head, stroking his hair.

“Mi dispiace bambina, non posso sopportare di vederti piangere. I promise to be careful and not get hurt.” He said, his tone sounded broken but sincere.

“Promise?” I asked, looking down at him while he raised his head on my tummy to look up at me.

“I promise, amore,” he said, kissing my tummy before resting his head on it again. I stroked his hair, bending to kiss his head. I used my other hand to clean up my tears.

I helped him up from the seat, and we walked back into the room. I gently placed him on the bed, heading to the door when I heard a knock. Opening it to see Luca standing on the other side with a man not older than forty. He had a briefcase in his hand and a stethoscope on his neck. I stepped away to let them in, and the doctor walked over to him.

“How did he get hurt?” I asked Luca, who was standing beside me.

“We had to go to one of his clubs on the outskirts of the city, and we were ambushed unexpectedly. We had no idea how they found our location.”

I wanted to ask more questions but was cut off by the doctor’s voice.

“Who treated his wounds?” The man asked. I stepped forward, wondering if I had made any mistakes.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked sceptically.

“No, everything is okay. You did a marvellous job with the stitches. I’m just going to give you pain relief medicine to give to him once he wakes up.” The man opened the briefcase he was carrying and pulled out a bottle of pills, handing them to me.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Thank you.”

“I didn’t really do anything; you handled it all well.” He sent me a smile and walked out of the room.

“Thanks, Mani, for taking care of him.” Luca said so as well and walked out, closing the door behind him. I walked to the other side of the bed and laid on it, watching him as he slept like a baby. Slowly, my eyes closed, and I drifted off to sleep.

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Translation

Non piangere di nuovo bambino, ti prego perdonami. Don’t cry again, baby girl; please forgive me.

Mi dispiace bambina, non posso sopportare di vederti piangere. I’m sorry, baby girl; I can’t bear to see you cry.