Dancing with the Devil || Complete

~ Wait a BABY?!~

Chapter 21

I swallow the lump in my throat and feel my trembling begin to subside. Taking a deep breathe in, I open my eyes completely and see him. The man who broke my heart first. A person from my past who I should've never crossed paths with again...yet here I am.

"How is she doc?" He asks turning to face the doctor beside me.

"She seems to be doing fine, her vitals look good and..."

As they continue to talk I take this as my opportunity to run. I rip the iv out and off my hand causing blood to drip as I wince in pain, my legs are shaking as I try to walk, but fail miserably since I'm too weak.

I'm about to crash against the cold hard floor when he catches me right in his arms.

With whatever energy I have I do my best to kick him and push him away from me as he refuses to let go. My efforts seem useless, it's as if you were to watch a tiny rabbit trying to release from the claws of the big bad fox.

"Shhh...calm down mi amore...it's ok..I've got you.." He says as he pets my head like I'm some kind of pet.

"Stop calling me that! I'm not your love, and I'm definitely not some kind of pet now let me go!" I scream as one of my fists come in contact with his face. His head draws back but he doesn't let go.

I'm furious but am snapped out of my rage when the doctor yells out two words I didn't want to hear. Two words that caused my whole body to freeze.

"You're pregnant!" My body soon relaxes. Traitor decides to loosen his grip on me because of this.

I release myself from the traitors arms and march over to the doctor as he takes a step back. He swallows before he says it again.

"Y-you're pregnant...so I would suggest staying on the bed and getting rest."

I feel my heart warm, and my chest burn knowing that I should be having this announcement with Mateo.

I definitely did not want it here, and especially not with Mr. Traitor behind me. My eyes start to feel moist as well as my cheeks that have now become tear streaked.

Speechless I back up and head to my bed, avoiding Traitors help as he tries to reach for my wrist. Ignoring the blood and pain in my arm, I just lie there on that stained bed and cry feeling lonely.

Clutching my stomach with my non-bloody hand I rub it gently feeling the little bean inside as I realize I'm not as alone as I'd thought...

"Hello Mimmo... ti amo..." I say sniffling in between my breaths. Smiling, and breaking down again even more as I begin wondering why the hell Mateo hasn't come to save me yet...

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Mateo's Pov

I'm heaving as I stare at my bloody hands and shattered pieces of glass, along with the scattered books, papers, and even my table. My office looks like a tornado had hit, and I guess if you counted my tornado of swirling  emotions as one, I'd say it was a pretty fucking intense storm.

I try and catch my breathe remembering that she was still gone. The one person who meant the fucking world to me was gone....my Nola...

"Fuck me...why her?!" I question looking up at the roof for some kind of message any hint. But nothing happens, the only thing that does happen is my smashed phone vibrating again.

This time I choose to finally answer it as I see her name light up on the screen.

I feel a bit of relief because of this but freeze as I hear her scream. "Noooo!" she exclaims.

Her voice is a bit muffled as if someone had covered her mouth.

My breath becomes hitched. The grip on my phone tightens as my hand turns white.

Funny how i've seen the most gruesome and heard the most agonizing, ear piercing screams. Yet somehow only hers makes my face turn pale.

Nola is the only person who could ever make me feel this kind of fear.

She has that weird effect on me that even when on my deathbed i'd rather have me be the one dying than her.

But I know that that's a lie.

I would rather have both of us die together then one of us be without the other. It's selfish I know, but I am the devil after all right?

"Who the fuck are you?! And what the hell do you want?!" I say with as much conviction as I can.

If it weren't for their crappy reception they could've heard the slight croak in my voice.

The person on the other side just takes a long pause. Leaving me to feel hopeless.

"Fuck you! You hear me?! Leave her out if this!" I exclaim.

My breaths are shaky, and my heart is beating fast. I punch my table from anger and try to hide my fear.

"She's safe." the man says on the other side.

I loosen up a bit after hearing this.

"But sadly she won't be coming back to you."

The anger in me rises once more.

"Oh yea? You wanna bet? She's mine asshole, and nothing on earth can stop me from getting to her. Even if you take her to fucking mars i'll still go after her." I say in a low and raspy tone.

The man just chuckles.

My eyebrows raise at the realization of who was on the other line.

Francesco motherfucking Zimanez. My dear old "pal" that fucking traitor.

One of his mafia members had been the one to shoot my ex wife. Now he thinks he can just take my girl?!

"Who the fuck do you think you are taking both my wives?! You know I fucking hate copycats, and pussies like you!"

"I had her first. So who's doin the real copycatting?" he says mischievously.

I was confused, but too angry to fucking care.

"I don't give any shits who she was with first, all I know is that you may have got her fucking past but I have her future and the rest of her life now. So give me back my wife or i'll do it myself!"

Hanging up the phone I call Alex and tell him to get me men and guns.

Next I called up Ian and told him to bring his toys.

Ians toys were fast fucking cars, and helicopters. The things we needed to catch that son of a bitch.

I'm coming for you malysh, no matter what it fucking takes.

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Agnolas POV:

My hormones were getting to me. As the doctor stitched up my cut I whined and screamed.

"No! I don't wanna do it anymore!"

But he insisted otherwise it would get infected.

With that I continued to resist and whine in agony. That is until one of the nurses in the room came and shoved an apple in my mouth.

I tried to scream but my hunger got the best of me and I decided to hush up and eat it.

Next thing I know i'm falling asleep fast. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling of what's about to unravel next.

Feels like an eternity since I've written. No worries I didn't die, or did I? I could secretly be some ghost writer...hehe jkjk Love ya'll and have an AMAZING night/day! Comment and vote ya'll know the drill!

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