L'Angelo della Morte | A Mafia Romance

♛27 ⥄ ❝ Lealtà ❞

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Dying by the hand of a foreign man — happily.

~ Lana Del Rey

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𝐕 𝐈 𝐓 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐈 𝐎

I hissed – my teeth grinding together.

Vincenzo's doctor hesitated before driving the needle through my skin a second time. The gash above my left eyebrow was almost perfectly connected with my already scarring laceration.

"Just a couple more," the woman in front of me reassured, dabbing a piece of gauze against the stitches.

A yelp caught my attention and the doctor sighed at my inability to sit still.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Colby whined into the backrest of the chair he sat hunched over.

A young, male nurse was cleaning the long tear on the back of his shoulder. It started at the base of his neck, dragged across his shoulder blade, and stopped just short of his armpit.

"I will break your arm – don't touch me!"

The nurse jumped back, eyes wide at the realization that Colby wasn't kidding.

"Grow some," I muttered, clenching my jaw at the foreign sensation of a thread dragging through my skin, "it's just a flesh wound."

Colby glared at me and flipped me off.

"How's it feel being on the receiving end of a knife?" Vince strolled in, driving a towel over his wet, dark hair. He was dressed in sweats and shirtless – the most casual I'd ever seen him.

Vince had managed to get out without as much as a scratch. As soon as Fiorino had arrived, he'd taken his wife home to safety.

We, however, hadn't been as fortunate. We'd had to fight our way out of the building, getting a few scrapes and bruises in the process. Colby had been at my side in moments and had saved me from a knife just short of my back.

I'd hesitated, but it only took seconds to realize that saving Carlissa and Dante was a lost cause. We couldn't break them out if we, too, got caught.

"I have a whole new appreciation of knives," Colby huffed, "Motherfuckers are deadly."

"All done," the blonde woman in front of me smiled, ridding herself of her latex gloves. "Now, please be careful, okay? I don't wanna have to redo your stitches."

I skimmed my tongue over my lips and gave a curt nod. "Thank you."

"As for you," she stressed and gestured to Colby, "you don't want that cut to get infected, do you?"

Colby rolled his eyes, "Fine."

I pushed myself up from my chair and grabbed a hold of his good shoulder and the back of his neck, smirking at the pale nurse.

As soon as the rubbing alcohol made contact with the gash, I pressed Colby forward, straining to keep him in place.

He cursed, groaned, and struggled against my grasp, but eventually calmed down once the man started bandaging his injury.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Vince as he pulled a t-shirt over his torso. "We need to break Dante and Carlissa out of there."

A grim look crossed Vincenzo's face and the slight shaking of his head made my lips dip into a frown. "Durante, it's not worth what we'll be risking."