Mafia's Missing Murderer.

33. My Time?

Luciana Point of View:

I sat up quickly, feeling like my chest was on fire. It felt like I was being electrocuted. I ran my fingers over the pain, and it was just light tingles now.

When did I get to my apartment? I was laying on my sofa bed, the place a mess just like I had left it. I slowly pulled myself up into a sitting position, then I saw it.

I had a large gash on my side. Blood was running down my body onto my bed. However, I felt no pain... just those light tingles again.

I was beginning to remember small bits of information...

The truck....

Being with Zane again after so many years....

Meeting his family...

And watching Hazel tumble to her death.

I can't remember much after that, and I have no idea how or why my side is gushing blood.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The loud sound made me jump. I glanced over at my stand and noticed my alarm clock going crazy. I slammed my palm against the snooze button. The noise didn't subside. I kept smacking the button over and over again, hoping it would stop.

I grabbed the clock and threw it across the room, making it shatter against the wall. The noise continued to agitate me. I slowly got up from the bed, hoping to find the source.

The noise was getting louder as I got closer to the front door of my apartment. I opened it. I didn't see the familiar hallway. It was Zane's living room?

I stepped inside and noticed the blood covering the room. This was after the shooting. I didn't see Hazel's body anywhere. I walked around the room, not knowing where the noise was coming from.

My eyes were drawn to a newspaper that laid on the kitchen table. I picked it up and glanced at the headline.

'Down in the cells with the rest of the Roman Family.'

What does that mean...

Wait, my family... yes, I remember. They were trapped in cells, I think? There fearful faces began to flash into my mind.

"Ah", I screamed as the painful burning sensation was back on my chest. I fell to my knees as I whimpered. I didn't dare move until it subsided.

It was worse this time, like someone was pouring acid onto my skin to melt it off.

The noise was growing fainter, but the room was shaking with every beep. I pulled myself to my feet and went to the front door. I needed to make the noise stop; it was driving me insane.

As I pulled the door open, I was shocked. It was the library, my mother would often read in. I stepped inside and my jaw dropped at what I saw. It was my mama, sitting on the sofa in her usual spot with her nose buried in a book.

"Mama", I questioned, my bottom lip trembling.

"My sweet girl", She smiled and placed her book next to her. She stood up and opened her arms.

I ran to her and wrapped my arms tightly around her. Tears began to pour down my cheeks.

"I've missed you", I cried, and she wrapped her arms around me.

She placed her hand under my chin and lifted my head, so I was looking her in the eye, "I've missed you as well", She sighed," But this isn't your time."

"My time?", I questioned.

"Yes.", She answered," This isn't your time. You have a long life ahead of you, I never raised you to give up."

"Mama, I don't understand", I muttered.

"Luciana, fight until you can't fight anymore", She explained sternly before she started to shake my shoulders," Wake up", She yelled.