Valerie is 23 when she is being kidnapped and comes into a mafia. Lucas Grey's mafia.
Her father had also a mafia, so she was trained.
First she thought everything will be fine and she is there just to kill people but Lucas had an eye one her, and...
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I was now sitting in this fucking hospital for 2 hours straight, and no one could say what was happening with her.
I'm sorry Lucas.
I'm sorry Lucas.
I'm sorry Lucas.
I'm sorry Lucas.
Her last words were playing in my head non-stop. Without a second.
,,Grey?", someone shouted from the end of the hall. I looked up confused, trying to find the one who yelled my name.
At the end of the hall someone waved at me, signaling to come to him.
Already the third time I was here because of her. A fucking third time.
,,Lucas Grey for Valerie Grey? Am I right?", the doctor, or whatever he was, asked. ,,Yes.", I replied impatient.
Please be alright.
Please be alright.
I looked nervous at him, trying to find out if everything went okay.
If I didn't let her come with me, she would be alright and we wouldn't be in this shit situation right now. ,,She's okay. We operated on her. She should be alright. You can go in if you want, but I think she won't wake up until tomorrow.", he showed me her room.
,,Thank you, for everything, sir.", I politely replied and walked into the room. There she was, laying peaceful in her bed.
If this girl gets one more time into trouble, I'll have to wrap her in cotton or something, so she doesn't get hurt anymore.
I sat beside her on the chair, looking at her breathing. Even. Thank god.
,,Matteo?", I spoke into the phone, after I dialed his number. ,,Yes.", he responded. ,,Get those motherfuckers. Every single one.", I demanded. This is probably the worst thing I ever decided on.
War with Lorenzo D'Amore. His men almost killed Valerie. My wife.
,,Lucas. I'd rather think about it.", he plead. ,,Matteo, do as you're told so.", I said harsh into the phone before ending the call.
I looked back to my love on the bed and the memories with her replayed once in my head.
When we first met, her harsh words, our first mission, our first argument about the smallest thing, the mafia ball, making my first cake together, watching a movie together, getting drunk together and having the best time of our life, our wedding, seeing how she got turned on by me, her laugh, her voice, her swearing in literally every sentence and our kisses.
