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"Fuck. Then try calling them again. There's hundreds of men with them. Call one of those fuckers." I hear Callan's voice from outside the room, trying to be quiet as he thinks I'm sleeping.
I look at the clock.
3:33 AM
It's been 4 hours since we heard that Alessio got shot. And ever since Marco hung up we haven't been able to reach them. Callan called them from his other phone, but no one answered.
I lay in the bed, cuddling up to the pillow Alessio sleeps on, inhaling his scent as tears pour down my face.
God please let him be okay. Let him be safe and healthy.
I haven't been able to sleep all night. I just want him to be here with me. I want him to be okay.
I sniffle, closing my eyes, hugging his pillow close to me as I shut my eyes. I continuously pray in my mind, hoping god would have my back as I give in to the darkness.
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I hear Alessio's voice calling for me. I look around manically, my eyes blinded by the absolute darkness.
"Alessio?" My voice comes out small and strained. "Alessio, where are you?" I say a little louder as I play with the hem of my dress nervously.
My heart beats wildly against my chest as I take small steps, not knowing where I'm going. I follow the sound of grunts to a white door.
Fear runs through my veins as I open the door, a gasp leaving my lips, my stomach dropping as my eyes fall on a bleeding Alessio.
"Oh my god." I run towards him, gathering him in my arms. "Oh my god, Alessio. Alessio wake up." I glance at his closed eyes as the blood leaving his body paints my clothes.
"Where-" I gasp for air as I try to find where he's bleeding from. "Where are you bleeding from?"
His eyes slowly flutter open, his tired green eyes glancing up at me. "Isabella." A small smile forms on his face.
"I'm here. I'm here, pretty boy." That slipped past my lips like nothing.
His eyes shut, his body falling limp and it feels like I've been sucker punched.
"No. No, open your eyes." I cup his face as tears stream down my cheeks. "No. Alessio! Alessio, open your eyes." I yell, shaking my head in denial.
My shaking hand makes it's way to his neck, hesitantly feeling his pulse.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
"No." My lips tremble as my brows furrow. "No, no, no." I shake my head. I hug him to me, bending down as a loud sob breaks through me. "Alessio, don't leave. Don't leave me, please." I sob.
