The life of a Mafia princess

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Third PoV

The smoke is slowly starting to clear away. Part of the warehouse is still burning but at least their vision is starting to clear and barely anyone should have been affected by the explosions.

Santino's head is buzzing from the impact with the ground. Heavily disoriented, he leans himself on his elbows, starting to slowly get up.

He sees blurry figures running towards him and other blurry figures laying on the ground around him. He can't see if they're moving or even if their chests are rising and falling.

He can't even feel if his own chest is still rising and falling.

He can't feel anything right now, matter of fact.

For a short moment, the thought that he might be dead crosses his mind. But if he is truly dead, where is his father? Or his sister? They should be with him if he is truly dead.

The figures keep on coming closer and closer to him. Suddenly, he feels hands on his upper arm, pulling him up to his feet and help stabilizing him.

His head is still buzzing but he can make Matteo's face out in front of him. Behind him are two of his younger brothers and he sees several of his men running around.

He sees their mouths moving, as if they are yelling at something or at him but he can't make out any words. The buzz in his head is still too strong and too loud.

His face contorts in pain and he screws his eyes shut tight. Hands move around on his body. Touching his face and arms, desperately trying to gain his attention.

"Can he even hear us?" Giovanni asks from behind Matteo. The therapist is still trying to get Santino back to them. He's carefully leading him further away from the fire and to an opened car. He moves Santino into the passenger seat, standing in front of him and continuing his attempts.

Dante and Emiliano come up to them, taking the place behind the Mancini twins. Their eyes are moving around the property. The fire is slowly ceasing and the bodies are being moved out of the way.

Both bodyguards recognize a few men that can still be identified. Immediately the question of what side they are on - including each other - arises within them.

"I'm not sure." The therapist answers Giovanni.

"So you're not helping him? And just making a fool out of yourself?" Marcello snickers when Matteo waves his hands in front of Santino again and talks with a volume that makes his ears ring again.

"It takes some time, Marcello." Matteo grits out. He can feel the grin at the back of his head and has to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

Just for once, he wishes that he had another Mancini sibling with him. One that could actually be helpful and not a younger version of Ivano.

"Get out of the way and let me do it." Marce says, annoyed. He pushes Matteo to the side in a non gentle manner. Giovanni moves to stand directly behind him, looking over his twin's shoulder, right at the bloody mess their oldest brother currently is.

"Santino!" Marcello yells, slapping said brother across the cheek. His head whips to the side but he snaps it back.

Santino's head is buzzing even more, the ringing in his ears increases but his sight becomes clear.