|Book 1 in Dangerous Mafia Series| Please read this first|
A girl who has secrets and thoughts darker than most.
A boy who will be the leader of the most powerful Mafia in the world.
A past of heartbreak and pain.
Brooklyn Lilac Russo grew up lea...
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I watch as Brooklyn falls to the ground bleeding and bruised. With a roar, I run to her dropping to the ground holding the wound that is leaking blood.
"Brooke keep your eyes open," I demand pressing my hand into the gunshot in her stomach.
"I love you," she tells me with watery eyes.
"I love you too," I tell her as she gets blurry and I realize my eyes are watery.
Her bloody hand comes up to my face and cups it leaving a bloody handprint on my cheek. "I am so glad you're here and that you came to rescue me," she pants.
Zach gets on his knees and opens a bag with medical supplies beside him. He grabs a clothe and hands to me while digging to grab cotton balls and alcohol. I remove my hands from the gunshot and replace them with the cloth blood soaking the cloth within seconds.
"I will always come to find you no matter what mi amore," I tell her brushing my hands across her hair.
"We need a van now she is losing too much blood!" Zach shouts at someone I can not see as I focus on my woman.
"Tell Santino how much I love him and tell-" she gets interrupted by a coughing fit to which blood leaks out the corner of her mouth. "Tell my mother that she has been the best mother I could have."
I glare at her as more blood dribbles out of her mouth and her ridden face turns a deathly white. "Stop talking. Shut the fuck up and save your energy," I demand.
She puts her other hand on my hand covering her wound. "I know what it means when someone starts coughing up blood Mason. I was probably shot in the lungs," she tells me her hand shaking on my hand.
Wheels meeting dirt and rocks is heard and I look up as Brian parks the van in front of us as two men swing the doors open ready for us to transport Brooklyn into the vehicle.
"Zach, get the gurney," I snap. He immediately grabs the gurney from inside and sets it down beside us.
"This will hurt B," Zach says coming to her opposite side. She nods her head as I move my arms behind her to pick her up.
I count down to five and lift her up. She screams in pain and more blood leaks out of her wound. I gently set her down and her eyes slowly shut in exhaustion.
"My love, do not close your eyes," I tell her my voice cracking at the pail face of the love of my life.
"I'm not," she whispers as Zach grabs one end of the gurney and Will grabs the other. I hold the bloody cloth against her wound as I hold onto her hand.
They pick her up gosling her body and she whimpers I say comforting words to her to try and keep her mind off of the pain she is in no doubt feeling.
They slide her into the van and I hop in sitting on the floor next to her. Zach follows me and gets another cloth and places it on top of the bloodied one. He takes over keeping pressure onto the injury. I clutch her hand in a need to feel her smooth hand against my rough one.
