SERENA POV
I am just now finding out that silas has gotten stabbed while she was out to eat.
"Why did you tell me sooner?" I hastily ask Carlos.
He rolls his eyes. "Because of ur reaction."
"Well it's not every fucking day that your twin gets stabbed." I say as I walk towards Silas's room with Carlos behind me.
"Such language for a sweet girl." Carlos mumbles.
I burst through Silas's door to see Silas sharpening knives as she sits on her bed.
Silas looks up, her cold gaze meeting with my soft one.
"Are you okay?" I ask, walking over to the bed and sitting on it.
Silas nods as she continues to go back to what she was doing before.
"Jesus you smell." Carlos says as his expression falls to a grimace.
Silas once again stops sharpening her knife, she brings the hand that is holding the knife up and points the very sharp object towards Carlos.
"Get out." She tells him.
"I—"
"Get. Out." She repeats.
Carlos rolls his eyes but complies.
After he leaves I turn to silas. "You don't stink." I tell her reassuringly.
She glances up at me before looking down at her knives.
"Hey you okay?" I ask softly. I put a hand on her shoulder and silas closes her eyes.
"Serena I just want to be alone." She tells me.
I take my hand off her shoulder. "Oh okay." I say quietly.
We both stay quiet as the sound of silas sharpening her knife fills the silence of the room.
"You know I'm here for you, right?" I tell her.
She heaves a sigh, staying silent.
"Do you want me to leave?" I ask.
She glances up at me before glancing at the door and that's when I know that she's silently telling me to leave.
I sigh, getting up from the bed and start walking towards the door.
As I'm about to leave I glance at silas over my shoulders. "If you need anything I'm here silas"
I walk out of the room, letting my shoulders and smile drop.
She's definitely not okay.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I walk into my room.
Why doesn't she ever tell me anything.
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SILAS POV
I feel weak and it's stressing me out.
I couldn't even stand to use the bathroom.
Suddenly the door of my closet opens, revealing Manuel.
"Finally." He whispers.
I shake my head. "You should get going." I tell him.
"Yeah I should, my father is gonna kick my ass if im not home." He says while rubbing his neck.
"Just tell him you were with me." I shrug.
He chuckles. "Yeah, sometimes I think he sees you as his child more than me."
I smirk and pass Manuel one of the knives I was sharpening.
"Ah thank you ma." He says.
I nod my head at him.
"Do you need anything before I go?" He asks.
I shake my head reassuringly and Manuel nods his head.
"Call me if you need anything." He says before stepping out on the balcony.
I need a nap... and a shower.
I try to move but my body seems to weak too.
"Oh what the fuck." I mumble.
I let out a sigh as I stare at the ceiling.
I'm tired, not just physically but mentally.
Too many things are happening at once, soon Ill probably be dead by next month if I keep getting my ass shot or stabbed.
Jesus shut up silas it's not that extreme.
Probably, probably not.
I roll my eyes and decide that I should try to get up and take a shower.
I slowly move my legs off the bed, holding onto the headboard as I slowly stand up.
And as soon as I take a step my body rejects and I fall onto the ground.
I place my arms on the ground to hold me up, letting out a shaky breath.
"What the fuck." I mutter.
Suddenly my door opens revealing Amalia.
Oh isn't this great.
She looks around my room, pausing when she sees me on the ground.
She narrows her brows. "What's wrong with you?"
I ignore her question and I once again try to get up but I just end up back on the floor.
You've got to be kidding me.
Amalia silently walks over to me and gently grabs my arm, helping me stand up.
She walks me to my bed and sits me down as she sits next to me.
"What happened?" She asks.
"Nothing." I tell her.
"Obviously not, you were literally just on the ground." She says.
As if I don't know.
I sigh. "I got stabbed." I tell her.
Amalias eyes widen as a worried expression takes over her face. "What? How."
"There was a shooting at the restaurant me and Camila were having lunch at and after... doing what I had to do I got caught off guard." I explain.
"Where did you get stabbed?" Amalia asks.
I lift up my shirt to show her my patched up wound that is on the side of my stomach.
She tilts her head as she stares at it before glancing back up at me. "Are you okay?" She asks.
I nod. "But I need a shower." I mutter. I gesture a hand towards the bathroom. "I can't even fucking get up."
"I'll help you." Amalia says.
I side eye her as she stands up from the bed.
"Come on, it's my turn to help you." She whispers.
I need a shower... badly.
I slowly nod my head and let Amalia take my arm in her grasp, leading me towards the bathroom.
I hold onto the sink as Amalia turns on the water to the shower.
I slowly take my hands off the sink and start to slide my shirt off with Amalias help.
Amalia holds my body up as I take off my pants, then she leads me towards the shower.
I successfully step into it the shower and close the curtain.
"I'll stay here just in case." Amalia says. I nod even though she can't see me.
As I wash my body with a washcloth me and Amalia start to talk a little more.
"Did anything new happen?" I question.
Amalia stays silent for what seems like forever before answering. "I went to jail." She mumbles.
"What?" I ask. I open my eyes causing shampoo to sting my eyes.
I sigh as I try to get rid of the sting.
"You okay?" Amalia asks.
"Mhm." I mumble.
"Why did you go to jail." I ask.
"Underage drinking." She says quietly. So quietly I practically couldn't hear the words leave her tongue.
"Hm, didn't know you were one to drink." I say.
I place conditioner in my hair as Amalia stays quiet.
Underage drinking... Amalia drinking. I didn't really see that coming.
"It was only a little bit." She says defensively.
"Yet that little bit got you in jail." I say.
"There were people drinking more than I did and they never got caught. And I thought the person was giving me water, not alcohol."
"Well that person can fall off a fucking cliff." I mumble.
I turn off the water and slide the shower curtain to the side. Revealing Amalia with a towel in her hand.
I nod a thank you as I grab the towel from her, wrapping it around me, I slowly step out of the tub.
Amalia watches my every step as I walk towards my closet with shaky legs.
"Are you going to the gala." I ask. I grab a sports bra and some sweatpants before walking back into the room.
Amalias face contorts into a confused one. "Gala?"
I pause as im sliding on the sports bra.
"Hm, I probably wasn't supposed to tell you..." I shrug. "Fuck it."
I put on the sweatpants and carefully crawl up the bed, my back hitting the headboard.
Amalia gives me a look that screams curious as she sits in front of me.
"It's a mafia Gala, where all the mafias gather up to meet or celebrate certain achievements.. or just to get shit faced drunk." I explain.
"Oh, nobody told me about this." Amalia says.
"Then you were most likely not to find out about it." I say.
She scowls.
"Looks like I ratted them out." I say.
I smirk, leaning my head back on the headboard. "Oops."
"I want to go, I will go." Amalia says.
I give her a pointed look. "Amalia there was obviously a reason they didn't tell you, they didn't want you to go for your safety."
"Well I want to go." she tells me.
I shrug. "Have fun convincing your family."
"Will you help me?" Amalia asks.
I stare at her blankly as I think of a answer.
"I don't kno—"
Amalia sighs. "Please, Silas"
I take a deep breath before nodding my head.
Amalia sighs in relief and is about to open her mouth to say something else but is cut off when knocking is heard at my door.
We glance at eachother before I say a 'come in'
the door to my room opens, revealing my dad who holds a tray of food.
He pauses when he sees both me and Amalia
He smiles. "Did I interrupt something?" He asks.
Me and Amalia shake our heads.
"I was about to leave anyway." Amalia mumbles as she stands up from the bed.
"Thank you by the way." I tell her.
She gives me a gentle smile before walking out of the room.
My dad watches as she leaves and turns to me with a huge smile on his face.
"You girls are getting closer aren't you." He says. He walks to the other side of the bed and plops down next to me.
I shrug.
I mean I guess.
"You took a shower?" He asks. Pointing to my wet hair.
I nod. "That's what she helped me with."
"Ah, I see."
"Hm, well you need to eat something." He says with a grin.
I shake my head. "I'm not hungry."
His grin deflates a bit. "You need to get your energy back up so you don't feel weak."
"I need to walk around a bit." I say. I stand up from the bed and my dad takes a hold of my wrist.
"Silas." He warns. "Sit down."
I roll my eyes.
"Now." He says.
I hesitantly comply, I sit back down right next to him.
He puts the bowl of soup in his lap and grabs the spoon, getting some soup on the spoon before bringing it up to my mouth.
I scowl. "I don't need to be fed."
"Oh hush." He says.
I sigh, opening my mouth as my dad puts the spoon in my mouth.
This went on for about 20 minutes.
"I'm full." I tell him.
He smiles, nodding his head. "Okay."
He sets aside the tray and turns to look at me.
He leans down to place a kiss on my forehead.
"I'm tired." I tell him.
He nods. "You want me to go?"
I stay silent.
"No." I mutter.
He smiles as I place my head on his shoulder.
"Goodnight sweetheart." He whispers.
"Shh." I say.
Then I fall asleep.
••
SALVATORE POV
I stare down at my peacefully sleeping daughter with a smile.
The door to her room creaks open and my head snaps to the door, seeing that it is Serena.
"Hey baby." I smile.
She smiles back. "Hi dad." She whispers. She walks further into the room and looks at her sleeping twin with such a loving look.
I pat the space on the bed beside me, telling Serena to sit down.
She complies and sits right down next to me.
I place a arm on her shoulder as she places her head on my chest.
I smile as I look down at my beautiful daughters.
Serena is quick to fall asleep after I started rubbing her back.
I glance down and see silas place a protective arm around serena.
I smile as i start to get flashbacks of when they were little. Silas would always try to protect her even when she was asleep.
My smile slightly drops when I realize that there's more to their past that we don't know.
I mean clearly Maria wasn't a good person but I wonder what it was like to be with such a person.
I remember when silas explained to us that she was an assassin. She said she did it to protect her and serena.
Did Maria.... Ever hurt them?
I furrow my eyebrows as I stare at my daughters.
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you guys." I whisper.
"Your good old man." Silas mumbles.
I open my mouth to say something but silas is quick to shut me up.
"Shut up we're trying to sleep." Silas mutters sleepily.
I smirk, shaking my head.
Definitely my child.