And Then They Died

Chapter 31

Vince's POV

I checked Roman's pulse to feel it was barely there. Looking up at his daughter I see her tear stained face. Her straight black hair is braided and she looks exactly like him.

Lifting her up I strap her in so she doesn't fall and hand her a small blanket. Moving back to Roman I rip the rest of his shirt and flip him over checking his gunshot wound.

It was angled, the bullet is probably lodged somewhere in his lungs.

"Get to a hospital. Now!" I shout at the drivers as I check his pulse again to see that he isn't breathing.

No Rome. No. You have to live. You can't die on me. I need you.

"Rome. Rome. Wake up please. Please breathe" I push on his chest to keep his blood circulating as I feel my throat tighten and tears cloud my eyes.

No Vince, stay composed.

Shit.

He isn't breathing.

"Drive faster" I shout as I feel the van excelerate. I look up seeing Amelia watching us quietly with a finger in her mouth as she rubs her cheeks with her other hand.

"What happened to daddy?" Her voice is still shaky and I feel more tears run as I keep doing the cpr.

"He's, he's sleeping. He will wake up later." I lie to her and she nods, leaning her head on her shoulder.

God Rome please don't die. Your daughter is here watching and I just lied to her.

I feel the van screech to a stop as doctors crowd pulling him onto a stretcher and rushing him in while continuing the cpr.

I take Amelia in my arms and walk into the hospital after them.

I'm sitting in the waiting room watching her play with the kids' area toys when a doctor walks up to me.

"I'm sorry for your loss, we had failed at reviving him and-" the doctor looks at me sympathetically and I stop listening.

All I can hear is my heart beat and this ringing in my ears as I process the information. He's gone. Roman is gone and it's my fault. I should've covered for him.

"FUCKKK" I shout throwing the nearest chair into the wall as everyone goes quiet looking at me.

My chest goes up and down quickly as I try to breathe.

No.

No.

No.

This is not how it was supposed to happen.

I'm the one that should be dead, not him. It should be me.

I feel my chest tighten and I walk over to Amelia picking her up before leaving to catch that flight to Chicago.

I don't know how I'm going to explain this.

I don't know how Ashley will handle it. I can barely handle it.

I'm going to get revenge. I'm going to kill everyone in that damn building.

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Mr. Rossi's POV

They say love is the strongest emotion of all, but I beg to differ. I believe that the strongest emotion is anger.

It drives the innocent to make themselves guilty and it drives the guilty to kill innocents.

Anger is the strongest because any and all emotions can be turned into it, including grief.

I watch as Allegra is rolled out of her surgery and to the van. She is barely conscious from all the anesthetics and morphine.

We will have to see if she can still walk within the week. The doctor had called the surgery successful as there was no noticeable damage. Now we just have to see how successful it was.

Three hours later we are pulled into the safe house and Leo carries her gently to a room upstairs.

I watch him make her comfortable and look at her as if she was his world. I believe she was.

He treated her as if she was.

Love. Love. Love. Love.

He will soon learn that love only causes unimaginable pain, and he will see it for himself.

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I'm sorry. I had planned his death from before I started writing and had to see it through. I didn't plan on falling in love with his character. I didn't plan on him having such a lovable and major character development either.

This hurts me more than it hurts you all.

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