His Mafia Bride

ALINA

“Dante will be fine. He won’t die. He will be perfectly fine”

I paced to and fro, wandering aimlessly around the hospital’s corridor whilst repeating those words to myself in assurance that Dante would be fine.

If I didn’t say those words to myself repeatedly, I would not be able to breathe. Reminding myself of the hope of Dante being fine aided me in my breathing and reduced my erratic heart beat.

It has been more than ten hours since we left Nikolia’s home.

I was worried as hell on the questions we would recieve in the hospital concerning Dante’s gun wounds but Enzo told me that the Morelli’s had private hospitals ran by mafia capos scattered all around the globe so nobody would interrogate us and we wouldn’t have any legal records of whatever we did.

It calmed me down a little but still, my fear soared to immeasurable heights on getting to the hospital.

Dante had been in the Intensive care unit for so long and anxiety was eating me away slowly.

The doctors won’t let me see him yet and it was causing me a lot of grief and trepadition.

Why can’t I see him?

Is he in grave danger?

Are the gun wounds worse than I thought?

Is his chance of survival slim?

What’s going on in there!?

Fuck. I slowed down in my steps and took in a deep breath. My head was spinning and so was my vision.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

This was around four am and it’s only just recently, I had managed to stop crying. My tears had been dried up for now but my heart still ached a lot for Dante.

I wasn’t also hungry and neither was I feeling tired. I guess adrenaline and the anxiety to see Dante had occupied the most in my thoughts, blocking out any other thing.

I underwent few checkups by one of the doctors. Enzo, Fabio and Luca made sure I saw a doctor. I honestly didn’t want to.

The shock on their faces when the doctor announced that I was pregnant and so I shouldn’t put myself through all these stress was heart warming though.

It fueled their desire to try as much as they could to calm me down after I had underwent my checkup.

But nothing could calm me down totally. My heart, mind, soul, body… nothing was functioning straight any more. I could only wish and pray that Dante would be safe.

Fabio got me food but I couldn’t even eat it properly. I just took two-to-three spoons and dropped the food.

I wanted Dante and not food.

I wanted to see my husband. Only then will I get my peace.

“Alina stop pacing around and eat please. Dante would be very unhappy if he learnt that you haven’t had a thing to eat” Enzo walked up to me.

I shook my head at him. “When I see Dante then I’ll eat”

“Alina you are pregnant. Please eat your food. Do you want to starve yourself?” Fabio concurred as he stood from the seat he was seated on.

“I don’t want food. I want Dante. When will I be allowed to see him? It’s been ages” I struggled not to cry as my eyes wandered back to the white double doors of the intensive care unit.

I held my breath in hopes that the door would fly open at any moment but it didn’t.

“Very soon dear. I assure you. Dante is fine ok” Enzo tried consoling me.

“You don’t know that!” I shot back, the tears streaming down once more. “I mean we hope he is alive but he could be in a coma. I just want to see him please” I buried my face in my hands sobbing bitterly.

I felt myself being enveloped into a warm hug. I didn’t know who hugged me. “Shh. Dante will be fine. Don’t worry yourself too much. He will be alright”

It was Enzo.

He pulled away after a while and I could only nod, sniffing my nose while at it.

At that moment, the doors to Dante’s ward flew open and my heart skipped a beat.

I raced towards the doctor, my breathing hitched.

“Please. C-can I s-see him, my h-husband Dante?” I spluttered, unable to control myself.

The doctor gave me a calm smile noticing that my emotions were all over the place.

“He just woke right now. Just one person can go in for now” He replied.

“Then I will go” I said, momentarily turning back to glance at Dante’s capos and they all nodded in accordance to my wish.

He nodded and at once, my legs dashed to the doors of his ward. I took in a deep breath and placed my fingers around the door handle, closing my eyes before flicking them open.

Slowly, I pushed open the doors with the hopes that the slower I did it, the more time I’ll have in thinking of what to say to Dante but I was wrong.

The moment my eyes locked with his emerald orbs which glanced at the door, I became tongue tied and robbed of my speech. Still, relief coursed through me seeing him alive.

A large bandage was wrapped around his torso and another was strapped around his forehead.

I ponderously walked towards his bedside and sat on the nearby stool. Our eyes remained locked and our stare never faltered.

“Alina…” his voice was more groggy, sultry, husky and deep than before.

Few tears trailed down my cheeks and I held back my sob.

“Dante… I’m sorry..” I choked out, grasping on to one of his large hands.

I noticed a few bruises on Dante’s face as a result of the fist fight he had with Nikolia before he killed him.

“Why are you apologising Alina?” Dante cooly asked with a soft smile. His thumb rubbed my slender fingers, pulsing warmth through it.

“Because it’s all my fault Dante. If I had told you from the beginning of Nikolia’s plan, you wouldn’t be in this mess…. you..”

I was cut short by Dante’s accented voice.

“But you still didn’t obey his wishes. You don’t have to be sorry for any thing. I should be the one apologising bella bambola”

Dante moved further up the bed, sitting up and looking at me properly.

“Alina I should have believed you when you said you were innocent. I was just so blinded by my rage. I really felt betrayed. Alina you are the only woman I’ve truly ever loved….” Dante stopped himself in speaking and looked at me tearfully.

“Alina all through my life, I’ve never had any thing serious with a woman. I’ve built up this impeccable huge wall of coldness, I was trained to be a monster, a beast, a killing machine. But you, you changed me. You changed me without even realising it. I have fallen so hard for you that even when I sent you to the cellar, I couldn’t bring myself to walk into that house again knowing the woman I loved was down there in the cold cellar. When I over head your discussion with Nikolia, I was beyond broken. I felt like a fool, a weakling and a total failure. But a part of me, a little part of me didn’t want to believe that you were guilty of trying to infiltrate my mafia.

When you went missing, damn, I was enraged and also scared as fuck that once again I had lost someone so special to me.

Alina I was ready to die and I’m still ready to die for you. I was ready to step down and allow Nikolia shoot me if that was what he wanted so he could release you. You’ve changed me Alina and I accept that change. I didn’t want to at the beginning but I am willing to love you with every damn cell in me. You are more precious to me than this mafia. I’ll kill and fight the entire world to keep you by my side. I love you so much and I want to keep loving you. This baby you are carrying is our baby, I want to grow this family with you. You are my pollyanna bella. I’m deeply sorry for everything I’ve put you through Alina. Please forgive me and let me into your heart once again” Dante stared lovingly into my eyes as he poured out his entire heart to me.

He was staring at me so intensely, practically boring into my soul. Tears streamed down my cheeks even more and Dante used his thumb to wipe them away.

His words were so stunning and sincere. It melted my heart and took my breath away. Dante really loves me and I love him too.

I really do.

“Dante…” I gasped, a smile forming on my lips. I was so lost for words and a million butterflies fluttered within me. I felt like a teenager inlove.

“I love you from the depth of my heart and I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago. I’ll always be with you I promise, and this baby, we will raise it together in a loving home”

I lovingly took Dante’s face in my hands and he did same. We stared intently at each other for a moment before Dante plummeted his lips on to mine.

Time was at a stand still and nothing mattered more to me except the slow moving of his lips against mine.

This is pure bliss.

And it is perfect.