His Mafia Bride

ALINA

“Dante!” I shrieked out, softly dragging him to lay on my thighs as the wet pool of his blood streamed around us.

“I-I am s-so-sorry A-ali-na f-for eve-ry–thing” Dante struggled for air, tears trickling down his eyes as I knelt beside him.

“Don’t say that please Dante. I hold no grudge against you” I smiled admist my tears, but my features gave way to an even greater wailing.

My heart, my entire senses, every cell in me was shutting down watching life seep out of Dante. My dress and hands were soaked with his blood which got me releasing higher ear splitting cries.

My heart had a million drums in it and my throat tightened the more. I could barely even speak as I sobbed defeatedly on him. I could only quiver, my lips unable to form correct sentences with the rain drops still splattering on both of us.

“Dante please….” I finally found my voice, grasping on to one of his hand.

“Y-you l-love me r-r-r-right?” Dante whispered breathlessly.

I nodded vigorously.

“Yes Dante. I love you with every living fibre and cell in me. My heart beats for you Dante” I was bawling my eyes out.

Dante flashed me a faint smile and coughed out blood. My body trembled and I choked on the air.

“I l-love you A-l-lina” Dante spoke in a calm tone, struggling to get the words out of his mouth.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

It sounded like a goodbye to me.

My eyes widened in apprehension and my fear sank more deeper into my soul.

“Dante please don’t give up on me. Fight to stay awake please. For the love of our unborn child don’t die please!” I cried out hysterically.

He had fallen totally unconscious. I couldn’t tell if he was still breathing or not neither could I feel a pulse.

“Don’t leave me. Please don’t die. Please don’t die on me Dante!” I let out an agonising painful groan.

Dante laid still like a log of wood, his blood still forming a pool around us.

“If I had told you of Nikolia’s plan from the beginning, none of this would have ever happened” I continued sobbing, sniffing my nose repeatedly.

I just felt it would be best not to reveal Nikolia’s evil intentions to Dante since I wasn’t going to carry it out.

And then, I still saw him as my father.

Oh heavens! What have I done to my husband?

My heart broke into a million pieces on seeing Dante like this. It shattered my soul and left me with an immense guilt. It felt like there was a huge lump in my throat that wouldn’t let me speak properly.

I was beyond broken.

“Dante please I’m sorry for not telling you on time. Please don’t die” I whispered, my throat aching me from all the screaming I did.

I was feeling extremely weak myself and black dots began appearing in my vision. I could pass out any moment.

“Dante!” I yelled my loudest in the rain, not wanting to succumb to the fear that I had lost him.

I can’t loose him. He has to be alive. If not for anything then for the sake of his unborn baby, he had to stay alive!

Dante can’t die!

At that moment, Enzo and Fabio ran into the balcony, stumbling upon I and an unconscious Dante.

I gazed at them, blood was splattered across their shirts and their hairs were ruffled up.

They both panted like beasts and a gun was fixed onto each of their hands.

They were as restless as I was.

“D-dante… fuck!” Fabio exclaimed to which I nodded with a teary eyes.

“Nikolia shot him” I bemoaned.

Enzo quickly crouched beside me and helped take Dante’s unconscious body off me.

Together with Fabio, they both carried him up, one person holding on to his feet and the other grabbing hold on to his hands.

Slowly, I got on my feet with my head still a lot light headed. I struggled to balance my rickety feet on the ground and I think Enzo noticed it as him and Fabio carried Dante up.

“We need to get him to the hospital immediately and also you too Alina. You need a check up” Enzo told me as they began shuffling their feets towards door of the balcony.

“Dante will be ok I promise you Alina” Enzo added with a reassuring smile. They walked ahead of me with Dante in their arms whilst I trailed behind, my feet slow in their steps.

I could only hope that Dante would be alright.

I was so downhearted and trepadised that I couldn’t even speak or walk properly.

As I trailed behind them, I passed by Nikolia. He seemed dead. A deep injury seeped out blood from his head.

I felt nothing for him but hatred and disgust for how low he could stoop just to suit his fucking ego.

“He is dead” Fabio said like he was reading my mind. Dante’s kick must have really hit his skull.

I wish I could kill him a thousand times for all he did but he deserved what came for him.

I snatched my eyes away from his gory sight and focused on Dante’s unconscious body being carried away.

I trudged behind them as we walked downstairs. My body almost caved me to the ground but a strong arm held on to me out of nowhere.

It was Luca. Perspiration coated his features and his shirt was very much bloody like his colleagues.

“Alina you don’t seem fine. Dante will be alright Ok. I assure you. We will try our best to save him” Luca softly told me whilst putting an arm around my shoulder, guiding me in my steps.

I could barely even focus on what he was saying. I only gave him a mild nod and stationed my full gaze at Enzo and Fabio who had Dante’s body.

The commotion downstairs had died down but the area had been engulfed with a lot of smoke.

Dead bodies were distributed literally everywhere and the sight left my stomach churning in disgust.

Quickly, I left Luca’s side and ran towards a nearby flower pot, throwing up my insides in it.

I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching me from behind and I could tell it was Luca.

“Stop” I upheaved my hands at him whilst I still had my back turned against him.

“Don’t come any closer ok”

I didn’t want him to see me in this state.

He respected my wishes and moved back.

Standing back up, I pivoted to face him and fought to stay conscious.

“Enzo and Fabio are outside already with Dante. You need to see a doctor too ok” Luca repeated what Enzo earlier said as I walked towards him.

“Fine” I replied quietly.

Luca led me out of the house and into one of the cars that probably brought Dante’s men here.

Armed men paroled the house at literally every nook and cranny. I’m guessing some of the Russians escaped.

I moved my face away from the surroundings and shambled dejectedly into the seat. I sobbed continuously till my sight had become blurry and my throat ached.

Luca tried comforting me all the way as he drove but I was too heartbroken to make out what he was saying.

I just wanted Dante to be alive.

He has to be alive.