My Brothers' Mafia Best Friend

Chapter 39

The thought makes unbearable force appear in my chest. He doesn't even know how much I love him.

A sound I can't make out escapes my throat when a bullet flies through the passenger window. Glass shreds fall all over the leather seat and myself, som pieces pierce through my exposed hands drawing blood and making me hiss.

I try to calm myself by breathing in and out of my nose slowly. It's pointless. A thump shakes the car, a cracking sound following.

I hesitantly lift my head a little and peer up outside. The vice grip on the steering wheel tightens at the sight of the splayed body across my hood. Someone's head lays in a pool of red, the cracked windshield now splattered with what I know is blood.

My stomach turns at the sight. Swallowing back the gag, I cut my eyes behind the corpse. Men are crouching behind the Escalade and my car. Their guns placed in front of them as they shoot forward. The sound of people colliding mightily against concrete, follows.

The screeching tires of a large vehicle makes me unconsciously look down again. I bite my lip as I feel my hands shaking in fear. I highly doubt that I'll be going back to him if it isn't his men inside that car.

Again, my mind decides to turn up against me; He doesn't even know how much I love him. The guilt of keeping it from him is consuming. Tears well up in my eyes.

He really needs to hear it.

Three more shots from someone's gun and a falling body is everything heard before there's silence. Several car doors open. My blood pumps through my ears as someone runs in my direction. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, embracing myself for what's to come next.

Someone pulls my door open with force. My hands tremble as I await the person's next move.

A hand is placed in the middle of my back cutting my breathing. It gets hard to tell if the trembling comes from the person or me. "Ry?Fuck please," I know he kept his promise of never letting something bad happen to me when he speaks.

My head snaps up. The look on Aiden's face when he meets my eyes can be described with one word; relief. It takes a second for my body to react before I lounge myself out of the damaged car and into his chest. His familiar arms envelope my figure and he tightly holds me against him, bringing me comfort and reassurance as he always manages to do.

The feeling of him against me almost brings me to tears.

I'm in his arms again.
I'm in Aiden's arms.

"I got you, my love. You're safe, no ones going to hurt you." He whispers against my ear, securing me further against his front. "Prometto."
(I promise.)

He pecks my neck a few times, before pulling back.

I step away from him, as much as his arms around my waist allow. He looks the same as I left him this morning, dressed in a black suit. The look on his face breaks me though. He looks vulnerable, something I'm not used to.

I'm about to turn around, when he cups my face. "Don't move your eyes from me." The firm instruction creates an image of our surroundings in my head.

"Where are you hurt?" Aiden's eyes inspect my body. Finally landing on my bleeding hands. It's not much blood and I can barely feel anything.

"I'm fin-"

"Fine!? You're fucking hurt," He snaps, taking my hand up and inspecting it closely. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swears under his breath. "Fuck!This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Aiden, I promise, I can barely feel it." I take my hand away from his, instead placing it on his cheek. His eyes look into mine, pain evident in them. I smile sadly, ignoring the burning behind my own, "I'm alright."