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Its been 2 hours. 2 hours since they took angelica. 2 hours of pacing up and down the waiting room. 2 agonising fucking hours of not knowing if shes alive or not. Please be alive

I haven't spoken to Ivan or Mateo since we got here. I dont know what to say. My brain is a mess of shit. Giovanni having angelica. Enzo and Giovanni knowing each other. Angelica being sold to vanni. Angelicas lifeless body in my arms. Its all been too much.

I slump in the chair besides Mateo. He hasn't spoken either. He hasn't moved from his seat in 2 hours. Ivan left a little while ago to give some orders to the rest of the men. I watch as he returns, tucking his phone into his back pocket.

I dont waste another second, I head straight to his room.

To my surprise hes sat up in bed, remote in hand, watching the tv.

He turns to me as I walk in and a guilty smile appears on his face.

''Boss'' he greets. I dont hold back.

I rush towards him and pull him into a tight hug, taking him by surprise.

I may be a ruthless mafia man, but sully is like a father to me. Always has been even when my father was alive. He was basically a second father and really stepped up for me when I lost my parents. ''I'm so fucking glad youre alive'' he pats my back, giving me a low chuckle.

Shes a small fragile girl. A single bullet could kill her. She isn't built like us, she doesnt have muscle or body fat that can slow down a bullet. ''I hope youre right'' is all I can say.

I stay in his room for a little while, just thinking while sully watches tv. Suddenly Ivan comes bursting into the room. ''Dante, shes okay. Shes alive'' he pants. I jump from my seat in shock. Shes okay. Shes alive.

My heart shatters as I walk in the room. Angelicas fragile body lays on a giant hospital bed. Tubes coming out of her in different places. Shes wearing an oxygen mask?

She looks so broken. She doesnt look like the angel I know. Her skin is almost transparent, her bright blue veins so prominent through her skin. Theres big black circles under her eyes, one of which is forming a large purple bruise. Theres multiple scrapes and bruises along her body.

I grab the chart from the end of her bed and skim read it. 2 broken ribs, bullet wound causing a lung puncture, a broken wrist and a fractured skull. They'll fucking pay for this.

I pull up a chair and sit beside her. I hesitate to grab her hand, scared I might break her, but give in. I grip her small cold hand in mine, stroking the back of it gently with my thumb. ''I'm here sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere'' I whisper.

I watch the rise and fall of her chest to make sure shes breathing. ''I need you to wake up baby, please. I cant stand seeing you like this. Please come back to me'' I plead softly, hoping she will hear me and listen. Nothing.