Chapter 19
“Okay okay honey, calm down…oh gosh Luciano what happened to the rest of her?”
She said as she began taking my shirt off her that has been soaking up the blood from her fights. She narrowed her eyes at me in a silent way of saying ‘don’t lie to me
She was at Ronaldo’s tonight.”
“Porca miseria, quello stupido idiota” (fucking hell, that stupid idiot). She spot out. Camilla was my uncle’s ex wife and her distaste for him and this life ran deeply. She was loyal to a fault though and had promised my mother before she passed that she would care for me, but she knew what kind of club Ronaldo ran, and she didn’t hide that she hated it.
“Alright you’re going to have to give me some room to work. I’ll need to do a full check over her to make sure there’s no other damages.”
“I’ll move to that chair, but I’m not leaving this room.” I said as I took a step back.
She raised her eyebrows at me as she began cutting her clothes
“Keep your
eyes on the floor then. The girl deserves some privacy.”
She had stitched her forehead up first and then began doing x–rays on the rest of her. Taking a lot longer than would be necessary for any normal check up. I’ve been in this room a lot with many of my men and I might not have any medical training but I think she’s checking a lot more in depth over this girl.
“Figliolo, è lei quella giusta?” (My boy, is she the one?) she said to me after a long while
“Si, zia, lei è il mio angelo, la mia regina, In mia donna.” (Yes, aunty, she is my angel, my queen, my donna.)
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes and let out a long sigh.
“Luciano, the girl is fime for now, she’s just resting and will wake soon! You’re not going to like this next part…”
“Tell me, I said, clenching my fists in anticipation.
“Her bones…all of them, everywhere, every single one of them have signs of being broken repeatedly. In my 40 years of working as a this families doctor, I can say, I have never seen this level of torture before… A tear slipped from her eye before she quickly wiped it away.
I took a couple long strides towards where she was standing behind the computer so I could see the scans, “What the fuck…” I whispered. Looking at the acans and then back to my angel. Who the fuck did this to her?
“ughhh” my angel let out a sound as she slowly began to blink her eyes. “Where the hack am 17′′
“Lilly?” I said, the name sounding foreign on my tongue, but I thought after a head wound it was probably best to use her real name so I didn’t confuse her.
“Who the fuck is Lilly?” she groaned out, rubbing her eyes.
I looked at Camilla “Has she got memory loss?”
“Hmm… She shouldn’t have from the fall but maybe if she had been hit in the head at Ronaldo’s hard enough and then the fall, it might be a possibility” Camilla said, taking my angels hand in hers. “Lilly..”
“My name’s not Lilly. I’m Ary her eyes went wide, and she cleared her throat. “Oh uh sorry, I must have hit my head pretty hard. Lilly, yes, I am Lilly”
Camilla and I shared an uncertain look before I said “Camilla, I’ll take it from here, thankyou.”
“Okay, laut you let me know if she has any signs of needing me, okay?”
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“Yes yes, I understand, thank you, good night.”
She left the room, and I turned to my angel. She snuffled to sit and push back further on the bed and I rushed over to her.
“Amore, please don’t move so quickly. Just calm down and let me help you sit if that is what you wish. We need to talk about quite a few things.”
I slowly reached over to her, not having any sudden movements to scare her. She let me sit her forward so I could adjust a few pillows behind her so she could be more comfortable.
Would you like some water?” I ask as I reach for the jug and a cup on the bedside table. Its not really a question. I know she needs water. She needs a lot of things and eventually I’ll be the one to give them all to her. I just need to convince her that she’s safe with me
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Chapter 19
“Yes, please.”
1 help her sit forward and she take the cup from my hands, our fingers brushing lightly at the exchange. She brings the cup to her perfectly plump lips and 1 find myself being jealous of the water getting to touch them. I want to kiss her so badly it hurts. Particularly in my pants. My cock is straining to be freed. This is not a great time to be turned on. She’s been broken, hurt, she’s had struggles that I simply can’t comprehend and here I am with my cock hard because she took a drink of water. Fuck, I adjust myself and she hands the cup back to me. There’s an awkward silence for a while. She keeps looking around. trying to find something I guess to distract herself from me. I don’t even know what to say myself. Where do I start? There’s so much to unravel and for the first time in a long time, I’m at a loss for what to do. I know I need to convince her not to be scared of me, that she can tell me anything and I won’t judge her, but how the hell does one do that?
“So you’re a Don, huh?” she whispered while fiddling with her fingers avoiding my ey
eyes,
I slowly moved my hand to her chin and coaxed her to look at me.
“Yes,and you will be my Donna.”
