Mafia's Missing Murderer.

11. If I see that bastard I will break his face

Warning: This chapter may contain some triggering themes, proceed with caution.

Luciana Point of View:

It felt like someone was bashing a hammer against my skull as I forced my heavy tired eyes open. As soon as a sliver of light got into my vision, I immediately tightly shut my eyes.

After a few moments of laying still, I opened my eyes again, and forced myself to adjust to the painful light. I slowly started to sit up, however I felt hands on my back, assisting me.

I panicked and jerked away from the touch. I turned to see who was touching me. It was Nicolas. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy bags laid under them.

"You scared the shit out of me", He mumbled while pulling me into a gentle hug," You lost a lot of blood... I thought you were going to die...

"I'm okay", I sighed while awkwardly patting his shoulder," I'm okay."

It took me a moment to recall all of the events from last night or early this morning. I wasn't sure when everything happened.

"The adrenaline rush must have just worn off or something", I smiled, hoping to ease his nerves some.

He pulled away from the hug. He glared at me and his eye started to twitch rapidly. His hands were squeezed into tight fists... he was pissed.

"You scared me Lucky", His breathing was rapid as he got up from the bed I was on and went to the dresser. He tore the drawers from it and started to throw them against the wall.

I sat completely still as he had his temper tantrum. I don't know if he knew this or not. But I've been taking care of myself for a long ass time and I don't need someone to control me.

"Are you finished", I demanded with my arms crossed over my chest.

He scoffed,stormed over to me, and got into my face, "You almost bled to death in my arms."

I sighed, "Get the fuck out of my face."

He put his arms on my shoulders," I thought you weren't going to make it Lucky...", His voice cracking.

I sighed. Maybe he was just scared and this was his way of showing it.

"Why did you even have that many stitches in your leg anyway?"He questioned," Please don't lie to me."

"I got shot", I shrugged, his face pale,"When Vince and Sperm donor came to get me, they got kidnapped. And I had to rescue them before they got themselves killed over me. When I was shooting the place up, I missed a guy and he got me pretty good."

He pulled me into a tight hug, making me wince. My body was really weak. I wrapped my arms around him to make him feel comfortable. He pulled away and peered up at me.

"Does Alex know you're here?", He asked, "He would freak out when he saw you."

"He knows I'm in L.A"I sighed," I don't want to see him."

"I'll respect that I suppose", He said before leaving the room. A few minutes later he came back in with a glass of water and some pills. He handed me the pills," Take them, they will help with your obvious pain."

I nodded and took them quickly. My leg was hurting really badly, but I thought I was hiding it really well. After I took the pills, Nicolas looked really guilty.

"What did you give me?", I demanded while I went to stick my fingers into the back of my throat.

"I'm sorry Lucky", He sighed before sneering in my face ," I know what happened the night you got shot. You killed my father and you will pay for that."

He grabbed my wrists and got on top of me. He had my wrists pinned above my head.

"Get your damn hands off of me", I yelled while trying to thrash my weak body around.

"Lucky, stop struggling. I know you're not at your strongest right now so there's no point", He smirked at me before placing a kiss on my cheek.

Loud ear piercing screams left my throat. He was right. I was weak however if I could get someone's attention I was going to.

Luck was on my side because the room's door was slammed open. I sighed when I saw Lorenzo standing in the doorway. When he saw the position I was in, he rushed over.

He started to slam his fists into Nicolas, however no matter how many times he hit him, it didn't seem to do much.

"Lorenzo get ready", I yelled. I slammed my good leg upward, hitting Nicolas in the groan. I kept doing it, over and over. Finally he let go of my hands and he put his hands protectively over himself.

Lorenzo saw the window I created. He grabbed Nicolas by the shoulders and threw him off the bed onto the floor. Lorenzo took a gun from his waistband. With no hesitation, he shot Nicolas in the shoulder.

My brother swiftly picked me up and carried me out of the building into a car that was in the parking lot. He put me in the passenger side then got into the driver's seat.

He wasted no time getting us out of there. The ride was silent. He kept his eyes glued to the road while we went back to his house.

"Before we go in, I need to know if that bastard hurt you", He demanded through gritted teeth, his anger clear.

"He didn't hurt me."

He nodded before getting out of the car. He helped me out of the car. I struggled to put any weight on my injured leg. Lorenzo picked me up and carried me inside.

When we were inside the house, no one noticed we were there. We went straight upstairs to a mostly empty room. The only thing inside was a queen bed and a dresser. This room must have been empty for years.

Once Lorenzo placed me on the bed, he left. When I was finally alone, my mind started to wander. Then I remembered... the pills. Right when I started to reach inside my mouth, I began to feel dizzy.

Lorenzo came back, with a blanket and extra pillow in his arms. He looked at me concerned.

"H-he-he dru-drug me-m-me", I stuttered, struggling to speak.

I watched as he mouthed "fuck", however no sound could be heard.

My eyes were starting to close against my will and they did. However I was still conscious... barely conscious. I felt a blanket being tossed on top of my body.