*Mafia boss and his lost love*
Alessa Romanov had endured a difficult childhood. Kidnapped at two years old, she had no memory of her biological family and spent fifteen years in captivity. It wasn't until her stepfather's death that she was finally...
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"I'm sorry, Ms. Romanov, but he was injured badly. Due to his significant blood loss, he's slipped into a coma, and his body is in a state of rest and healing," the doctor explained.
"It will take a few days for his body to heal. After that, it's up to him whether he wants to wake up," the doctor continued, his tone gentle.
I nodded, absorbing the information.
"Can we see him?" I asked, my voice trembling.
The doctor nodded and I went inside.
"Hey, baby. How are you?" I said softly, taking his hand in mine. A few tears managed to escape my eyes, and I wiped them away quickly.
"I love you so much. Wake up soon," I whispered, my voice breaking with emotion. After a moment, I gently kissed his hand and excused myself from the room.
This can't be a coincidence. Someone planned this, I thought, my mind racing with questions.
As I stood outside the room, I remembered the text message I had received earlier that day. I quickly unlocked my phone and found the message from the same unknown number.
Unknown: This was just a warning shot. If you don't do as you're told, he will actually die this time.
Me: I'll do whatever you want. Just leave him alone.
Unknown: Good. Now listen carefully.
Unknown: You're going to break up with Ace, and then you're going to come back to Russia with me.
Unknown: And don't even try to be smart with me, because I have eyes everywhere, sweetheart.
Me: Okay.
The weight of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks. I couldn't do this to Ace. Breaking up with him would shatter his heart. And after everything he's going through, how could I possibly hurt him even more?
I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, hugging my knees to my chest as tears streamed down my face. I felt utterly helpless.
As I sobbed, my mind raced through a million scenarios, searching for a way out. But the more I thought, the more I realized that I was cornered, with no easy way out.
I was really fucked this time.
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Darkness surrounded me. I had no sense of time, no idea how long I'd been in this state. I remembered the accident, the impact, and then... nothing.
Voices echoed in the distance, familiar and yet distant. Voices of my friends, my family, and Alessa.
"Please, baby, wake up. I can't live without you," I heard Alessa's voice, faint but full of desperation.
I tried to respond, to wake up, to let her know that I was here, fighting to come back to her. But the I just couldn't.
Then, I heard Alessa's voice, tinged with guilt. "This is all my fault." Confusion washed over me. How could this be her fault? She had nothing to do with the accident. It was those bastards who rammed their car into me.
"Just wake up, baby. I miss you so much," she continued, her voice breaking, and I felt a pang in my chest. I wanted to comfort her, to hold her and tell her that I was okay, but I was trapped in this nothingness.
Her voice wavered with emotion as she spoke, her laughter a bittersweet melody. "I admit, you were an arrogant, cocky asshole with that 'I-hate-everything-and-everyone' attitude. But there was something about you that made me realize you weren't as bad as I thought."
"When you asked me out, I was over the moon, couldn't even sleep at night," she continued, her voice filled with nostalgia.
"When we first kissed, forget the butterflies; I had a whole damn zoo in my stomach. Whenever you complimented me, I blushed like crazy."
"Now, this might sound cheesy and all, but you had my heart, my body, and my soul since I first saw you."
"And you, Ace Hernandez, I fucking love you so much."
"Always and forever," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Please, I can't live without you. Wake up, please."
