❃ The Mob Boss and The French Mafia Princess ❃
"Shira," I warned, "Come any closer and I will stop the car right here and fuck you," I spoke with a stern tone, my hands gripped on to the steering wheel so hard my knuckles begged to come out. "Valeri...
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V A L E R I U S ' S P O V :
You know what's the funny thing about the quote 'you don't you what you have until it's gone' is that it's bullshit. Yes, it is; you do what you have, you just didn't think you would have lost it.
My mind seemed to hold onto the broken fragments of things I imagined to do with our child. How I would sacrifice my sleep so that him or her would have theirs peacefully, how I would give my time to go visit their performance at school so when the show finished they would go 'Papa did you see me on stage!' But now those thoughts were just imaginations.
Currently, I was sat on floor with my hand in hair, tugging on it as I hear the doctors examine and treat Shira. I couldn't face her, her soul must be damaged. If those words she had said when I confessed my love to her seemed horrible then I knew what she would say to her would seem like poison to me.
My ears intensively listened and the sound of her cries are echoing around me. The blood on my shirt grins at me and I just break.
Tears stumble upon my cheek for the first time as I remind myself that I have my child's small life plastered on my body.
"Valerius! Where's Shira?" Dante and Abella are here and I can't help but just point. I can't speak, my voice seems lost. "Valerius, you have to be strong for Shira, please." Abella says, wiping her tears away and pushing my hands, that are fisting my hair tightly, away from me.
She's right. I couldn't be weak for her, I needed to be her shoulder to cry on. I needed to be with her. "Which one of you is Valerius?" The nurse walked out, looking between Dante and I.
Quickly, I got up from the ground with a slight stumble. "Follow me," The nurse said before disappear through the other side of the door. Inhaling a deep breath, I exhaled out of courage. Courage that I manage to muster from the despair of being Shira's ray of hope.
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There she was looking as numb as a ghost. No happiness shone in her eyes. They were a torturing red to look at. Her lashes were wet with her tears that ran down her cheeks. I failed her. I failed Theo in promising I wouldn't make a tear leave her eyes but I ended up making her cry an ocean.
The nurse nodded to me and left the room giving me time to share our pain. My presence seemed to interrupt her trance and as I stood in front of her, Shira's eyes looked for a small reassurance that this was a dream but no, my tears and the blood on my shirt deceived her hope.
Shira fisted my shirt and cried, her tears seeping through my shirt while her cries taunted my mind. "I'm sorry Val. I'm so sorry." She repeated, I cupped her face, wiping her tears and kissed her forehead. "Amore, it's not your fault" Her hands were cold and so were her cheeks.
