L'Angelo della Morte | A Mafia Romance

♛11 ⥄ ❝ Fallout ❞

Wooo! Another chapter!

I'm sorry this took a while, I've had some technical difficulties <3

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Whatever you do, don't come back for me.

~ Jaymes Young

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Faces. Flashes of faces ran through my mind. A young, scared man. Children, mothers, couples. And pain. Agony tore through my skull. Noises. I could hear noises. Distant, but there. Footsteps and voices. Distant or muffled?

I groaned and lifted my hand to my head. I didn't want to open my eyes. It was coming back to me. Livio's voice. His self-satisfied face as I approached. If I opened my eyes, what would I see? His Las Vegas penthouse?

"Beckett?"

Slowly, I opened my eyes bit by bit, squinting at the intruding light. It was like needles attacking my skull and for a moment the room seemed to sway around me.

"Is she awake?"

I let out a sigh of relief at the sounds of their voices. Dante and Colby. I titled my head slightly and opened my eyes more. Beside me, leaning over me, were the two of them; both looking at me expectantly. Both with scrapes and bruises strewn across their faces.

"For a moment I really thought you were dead, Beckett," Dante muttered wide-eyed.

"Sorry to disappoint," I groaned, trying to sit up a little. I blinked furiously while my eyes adjusted to the sharp lights. Upon glancing around the sterile room, I could tell it was an infirmary of sorts. "Where am I?"

My eyes fell to the IV drip attached to my arm.

"Vince's basement," Colby deadpanned.

My eyes widened.

"He's got it all here," Dante clarified, "Wait till you see his shooting range."

My eyes darted around the room to take in my surroundings, but before I could process any of them, they landed on the bed next to mine. He laid unconscious, the left half of his face covered in sterile bandages; the other half in bruises. He, too, was hooked up to a number of tubes.

"It's really not as bad as it looks," Rizzo spoke, "He'll be okay, Beckett."

"How long was I out?"

"Two days," Colby croaked.

Two days. I stared at Vittorio. I would've thought he would have woken up first. It was hard to imagine anything rendering him unconscious. If only I'd made it without being noticed. I would've been the only person injured.

"This is all my fault."

"Carly, none of this is your fault," Colby snapped, his face the most grave I'd ever seen it.

"How many?"

Colby shook his head. "Carly, you couldn't ha –"

"Twenty-three casualties," Dante said. His head was slightly tilted down, but his face was void of emotion.

"I don't understand." The lump in my throat was suffocating. "I was as close as Vittorio, how did he get so much more –"

"He was fine," Dante said, "After the first explosion, he was better off than you."