"sshh, amore. I'm sorry to have scared you. Non piangere di nuovo bambino, ti prego perdonami." He hugged me tightly. I placed my hand on his head, stroking his hair.
" Mi dispiace bambina, non posso sopportare di vederti piangere. I promise to be careful and not get hurt." He said his tone sounded broken but sincere.
"Promise," I asked, looking down at him while he raised his head on my tummy to look up at me.
"I promise, amore," he said, kissing my tummy before resting his head on it again. I stroked his head, bending to kiss his head. I used my other hand to clean up my tears.
I helped him up from the seat, and we walked back into the room. I gently placed him on the bed, heading to the door when I heard a knock. opened it to see Luca standing at the other side with a man not older than forty. He had a briefcase in his hand and a stethoscope on his neck. stepped away to let them in, and the doctor walked over to him.
"How did he get hurt?" I asked Luca, who was standing beside me.
"We had to go to one of his clubs on the outskirts of the city, and we were ambushed unexpectedly. We had no idea how to find our location."
I wanted to ask more questions but was cut off by the doctor's voice.
"Who treated his wounds?" The man asked. I stepped forward, wondering if I had made any mistakes.
"Is there something wrong?" I asked sceptically.
"No, everything is ok. You did a marvelous job with the stitches. I'm just going to give you pain relief medicine to give to him once he wakes up." The man opened the briefcase he was carrying and pulled out a bottle of pills, handing them to me.
"Thank you."
"I didn't really do anything; you handled it all well." He sent a smile my way and walked out of the room.
"Thanks, Mani, for taking care of him." Luca said as well and walked out, closing the door behind him. I walked to the other side of the bed and laid on it, watching him as he slept like a baby. Slowly, my eyes closed, and I drifted off to sleep.
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It was already the next day, and I was in the bedroom, nervously twirling my fingers like a madwoman. Sin was in his office, and even when I asked him to rest and take the day off, he refused. He said the meeting was important and could not be shifted. Sol asked him to let the doctor be there with them, and that was hours ago. It was already getting close to afternoon, and they were still in there.
I decided to check up on him myself; if it's just a little glance to see if he's okay, that's enough for me. I went downstairs towards his office and gave a light knock on the door. Many thoughts swirled around my head.
I didn't know when the door was opened and jumped in shock when I heard a deep voice say, "Come in."
sticking my head in first. I saw the numbers of men that were there; some I was familiar with, and some I had no idea who they were. I was about to close the door, not having the confidence to step inside the room, when Sin's raspy voice broke the silence.
"Come here, bambina." I pushed the door, entering inside. I swallowed hard as I walked towards him; I was able to make out Mateo and Jason's faces amidst the large numbers of men here. Mateo had a smile on his face while Jason had a glare on his, which was directed at me.
I guess some things never change.
At the back of Sin stood Luca, since he was his right-hand man, making him second in command. He was smiling at me, and the doctor stood at the other side of Sin with his briefcase.
My legs carried me nervously despite the hard state, but I refused to show how affected I was by the presence of the scary-looking men. I raised my head and shoulders high and walked towards Sin.
I reached his table and stood a good distance away from him. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my gown, which looked shorter than ever. Was this dress always this short? I pondered.
" Closer bambina". He practically ordered, pointing to where he was sitting. I took a deep breath and went closer to where he was. Luca had a teasing smirk on his face as he watched me.
When I got closer to him, he pulled me down on his lap, and I tried to get up because I didn't want to open up his stitches. He put his hand on my waist, holding me down tightly. making sure I wasn't able to escape from his hold.
"Siete tutti licenziati, sar io a occupparmi personalmente del tizio nel seminterrato," all the men chorus "yes" and leave.
"You should let me go, or you would end up opening your stitches." I say to him.
He shook his head, refusing to let me go. "I'm okay, amore."
"You scared me real bad." I whispered
"I know." That was all he said. I wrapped my hand around his neck, and we stayed like this in each other's embrace.
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Translation
Non piangere di nuovo bambino, ti prego perdonami. Don't cry again, baby girl; please forgive me.
Mi dispiace bambina, non posso sopportare di vederti piangere. I'm sorry, baby girl; I can't bear to see you cry.
siete tutti licenziati, io occupo personalmente del tizio nel seminterrato. You're all dismissed; I will be the one to personally handle the guy in the basement.