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𝐋 𝐔 𝐍 𝐀 • 𝐆 𝐎 𝐌 𝐄 𝐙

I watch lightly as my eyes begin to close, but can see the dark figure hover over mine, reaching for items that were nearly above my head.

I try to move my body, but I can't. I almost felt like I was misplaced from it, that my mind and body were two separate things away from one another. I glance to follow the figure's shadow and watch as the door opens lightly. Then I see a tiny little figure. My tiny little figure.

"Is my mumma okay?" She asks nearly whispering, but I can tell who has that little voice which is distant from me.

"She'll be okay, I promise you, I'll help her." The unexpected voice rose back, spoke to my daughter in such a beautiful way, I guess even the baddest of men still have a soft spot for children. I watch as my little girl wraps her arms around Dante's legs, squeezing him tight only to receive his arms wrapping over her tiny body in return. She mutters 'thank you' and Dante gets back to work on fixing my wound.

The flash back strikes through my mind and only causes me to whine in agony.

'Everything will be okay' I mouthed to Violetta, she didn't look very positive, but I wasn't going to let them hurt her.

I jumped in front of the bullet as it rips through my flesh, Violetta's screams perice through my ear drums, warning everyone what had happened. I watch as the blood transfers onto Violetta's gorgeous yellow dress and witness Dante holding her tight, but suddenly looking down to where I'm sitting, in and out of consciousness.

Alessia tries to run to me but Sofia holds her back as I begin to apply pressure to my new wound formed right where the healing was supposed to take place from the other wound I had only weeks and weeks ago.

I grunt in pain before I feel the hot muscular arms wrap up my body and begin to carry my weight to an unknown location. I try to look around but couldn't make out where we are, my eyes close and all I can hear is Dante's soft voice demanding me to keep my eyes open as soon as I lay on something cold.

"Zaffiro?" My eyes open again and I can see Dante looking at me, placing a compress on my wound which causes the blood to rush all throughout my body.

His fingers trace over my stomach leaving the warmth to hoard in that single spot. I attempt to cock my eyebrows up at him, but I can't. My eyes begin to close again but watching Dante move closer through the tiny gap of my eyelids causes me to open my eyes as full as I can.

"Stai bene?"

"English." I slur back, my Italian is never good when I'm injured, dizzy or tipsy. If I was drink my Italian would be almost fluent.

"Are you okay?" He sighs, still applying pressure to the compress over my stomach, I watch as the blood flows down and reaches the top of my leggings, slowly but surely to run down my leg.

He sits down next to me and I suddenly feel a sharp pain pulsate through my skin, little scratches of pain sends the message to my brain which causes me to yelp out in pain, the warmth of his hand suddenly comes into contact with mine and he holds it tight.

"Squeeze it as much as you need, okay?" I nod lightly attempting to keep the blood flow around my head steady. The pain continues but suddenly comes to a stop, I attempt to stare down but sigh in defeat when I can't.

He removes the compress that once was white away from the wound and dabs my skin with some sort of antibacterial wipe.

I begin to feel the slight drop of blood run down to the side of my stomach and listen to the drops that it makes.

"Merda!" He shouts aggressively, he holds up a finger and orders me to stay where I am, even though I have no where else to go, I'm immobile. I can't even move my limbs.

He came back a minute later holding men clothes in his hands, he places them next to me and glances up to view my terrible state.

"Can I?" He asks, I glance down at my wound which is now covered, but the excess blood still on my body.

"W-what?" I mutter only having my eyes half open once again.

"Can I undress you? And put you in some fresh clothes? I can bath you?" He releases loads of questions all at once which sends me to have whiplash, is this the Dante Russo offering to bath an injured female? I must be dreaming.

I simply reply, "No bath." I may still be half conscious but there is no way I want to see this ruthless man witnessing me unveiling myself to him, exposing my naked and bare skin. But I attempt to sit myself up and allow him to take off the black top and white vest on top of my bra, I don't care that he can see my bra and pant set, I've got more things to worry about at the moment.

I glance at him and watch as he wipes the excess blood away and glides his fingers over my stomach, cleansing the evidence away. He slides my leggings down my thighs, almost tugging my underwear along with the black fabric.

I now feel completely naked in front of the most ruthless man I have ever met, even though I'm still in my underwear I couldn't feel anymore naked. But, he didn't pay attention to the skin that was in front of him, the skin that was probably so tempting for a man like him. However, looking at him, he didn't look like the same ruthless man he portrays himself to be, he seems vulnerable.

He pulls a plain black T-shirt over my head, covering my half spilling breasts. The top half of my body is now covered and he grabs some shorts that were also black.

He lifts my left leg and places it through the hole of the short and then does the same with my right, he rolls it up my thighs and suddenly his fingertips touch the surface. I lightly gasp as he lifts me up effortlessly to slide the shorts on so carefully to not burst my stomach.

"Are you okay Luna?" My name rolls off his tongue in a foreign way, I look at him and simply nod.

He carries me again in a bridal way and holds me tight as we pass through the door frames, but I begin to cough, I bring my hand to my mouth and pull it away a few seconds later to reveal the tiny specks of blood layered over my pale skin. My eyes burst open and I stare at Dante who mutters something in Italian. He places me down on a soft surface that I'm unfamiliar with and feel the softness evaporate through my body.

Dante rushes back with tissue and a bowl for me to hold tight, but no more blood escapes from my body. I sigh and my eyes begin to roll.

"Go to sleep Zaffiro." He whispers close to my ear as he ties my hair back and out of my face. He places my head back and lightly against the soft pillow. The blood couldn't have been serious, I know he wouldn't have let me in a state like that. I mutter the simple words. 'thank you'. And my eyes close tight.

𝐃 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 • 𝐑 𝐔 𝐒 𝐒 𝐎

I walk down the stairs leaving her peaceful body behind in my bed. I sigh when I finally reach the bottom and watch as my nan comes up to me, holding and hugging me tight.

"I'm so sorry about your girlfriend." She whimpers, I chuckle and reply with the truth, that Luna is definitely not my girlfriend.

"Are you okay?" I ask her in Italian, hoping she'll reply with her honest answer.

"No, I haven't seen an attack like that..." She stops before finishing her sentence with the air she has finally breathed in. "Since your grandfather was the leader." She sighs and rubs my shoulder.

"The children are in the garden with Sofia, just in case you needed to have a chat with them." I nod and thank her, suddenly disappearing into the darkening environment.

Sofia looks up at me as soon as she hears the footsteps approach, her eyes are bloodshot and swollen from all of the crying. I take a seat near her and watch as the blonde girl sleeps peacefully like her mother, but this time on another woman's lap.

"How has she been?" I sigh, she smooths her hair and places the strands behind her ears. "Scared." She mutters.

"She told me about Luna..." Sofia begins to sob, Violetta is thankfully at the other end of the garden on the swingset minding her own business.

"What about her?" I raise my brow and look at Alessia laying perfectly in place but to suddenly move a few seconds later to become half awake. Sofia attempts to get her back to sleep but all she wants to do is hold onto me. And that's exactly what she does, she rests her head near my knees and falls back asleep, for her comfort I place my hand on her back and hold her close.

"What their surname was... What Luna does..." Sofia breaks the silence that had been present and I stare at Sofia with piercing eyes.

"And what is that?" I ask, clearing my throat and preparing my mind for the answer.

"Please don't get angry, but it wasn't just Alessia who told me her surname... Bruno did too. Just please please don't hurt Bruno." She begins to sob and wipe her tears away with her black sleeve.

I took in a deep breath to manage and control the blood that is boiling in my veins, betrayal. That was the only feeling that was pure right now.

"What is it then?" I cock up my brow and feel the annoyance creep further, I clench my jaw and begin to listen further.

"Gomez." She sighs in reply, I nod and watch as Alessia begins to move around on my lap and reach out for a hand and that's where I find my big hands enveloping her small one to give her the comfort she is yearning for.

I run my fingers through my hair and watch Sofia, "Is that the only thing she told you about her mother?" I ask with hesitation.

"No..." And the tears begin to pool from her eyes again, streaming down to her chin and dropping down to her leggings.

"She doesn't have a father figure in her life, and... Luna is a cop." She sighed and that's when I decide to ignore all of the reassuring words that fly from Sofia'a mouth.

"And you heard this from this kid?" I scoff, "What makes you think this is a part of Alessia's fantasy world, hm?"

She looks at me with a faceful of thunder and grits her teeth at me, "Who would ever want to fantasise their mother being an officer Dante? Knowing that they could risk their life every moment of every day and never make it back home. So before you even think that she's here to rat you out and throw my husband in the mud, just think of why she may be doing what she might be doing. Yes, we don't know why she's here." She stands up and folds her arms and begins to point at the little girl resting on my knees with her hand still wrapped inside of mine.

"Just remember that little girl is probably the reason why!" And without much else being said other than curse words muttered in Italian, she stormed off. Leaving me with the mini officer.

My body was overheating, having this little human on me was too much to handle.