Black Death And White Roses (1) Mafia Romance

47. Heart beat

Roxana

I can feel your heartbeat under my fingertips. It's just that the split seconds between the beats feel too long and I feel like screaming your name every time because I am afraid there will be no next beat and you will vanish and I will be without you and now I can't deny anymore that being without you got to be a damn dreadful thing.

You, the murderer, my love.

I still loathe myself for feeling all that, but I can't stop it, can't help wanting you not to die.

You, who aren't anything to me, but it seems my curse reached you too. It seems like everyone around me dies a violent death rather sooner than later.

The handsome doctor who came with the task force of that Alex guy is giving him some pills.

I just hope I am not trusting the wrong people.

"What the hell did you do, Marco? It's your first penetrative shot wound in ten years," asks the doctor that Marco seems to indeed know.

"I... Was... distracted. Now ...argh... stop looking at me with your judgy eyes, Christoph."

At least he is not unconscious anymore but looks very pale and weak and I am clutching his hand again because I feel like crying.

"It's okay, Pebbles. Argh... I am... Going to be fine. No... need to worry."

"I...uh.."

"Or, maybe you prefer-"

"No! I don't want you to die!" I interrupt him irritated.

"That's ... nice to hear," he says with such a faint smile it's almost untraceable on his beautiful pale face.

"Why are you not doing anything?" I ask the doctor irritated.

He grabs my elbow and drags me away.

"Because he actually needs surgery and I don't know if I can perform it here without him dying."

"Well then don't. Bring him to a hospital right now."

"He... Doesn't want to, out of obvious reasons and it's not like I can just walk into any hospital and operate there."

No, he cannot die. That would mean I will never get my revenge on Ivan. Is that the only reason?

"Do that. Do it the safe way. Call an ambulance, I will convince him. Is he stable?"

"As stable as it gets in the given conditions."

"What hospital do you work at?"

"Universitätsspital."

"Ok, go ahead and do what you have to do, I will see that he complies," I say and can't help sighing.

Walking away from them I take Marco's blood-smeared phone from the pocket and search through his last calls.

Mustering all my courage I press call.

It takes only seconds for him to answer.

"Pronto! Marco?!"

I am frozen but need to pull myself together.

"Don Lorenzo. It's Roxana... The... Most expensive fuck..." I say, that being the only memorable thing that comes to my mind that he might remember me by.

"I know who you are. Where is Marco?"

"He was shot. And we need to get to a hospital. We are in Zürich, with some bodyguards of a certain Alexei and a surgeon. But he really needs surgery and it's too risky to do it here, and I don't know if I can trust these people," I say.