BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Adoration.

Stefano Bianchi-

I sat in my office, David silently sat opposite me as I sorted through some important files with him.

"You manage to talk to the little stepanov?" David asked whilst taking a sip of his scotch.

"Indeed I did David, indeed I did. She's a Bianchi, not a stepanov." I had to correct him, I couldn't allow that name to flow freely in my household.

"She looked like she wanted to kill me, she didn't have the devil in her eyes. She is the devil." I let out a sigh at my own comment, resting both of my hands behind my head.

"So what you're saying is that you've single-handedly been given the literally definition of a wife from hell." David questioned but I could tell that it was rhetorical.

"Indeed David, indeed... I need you to go and get her for me. I have some news to share with her." And at that, David didn't waste no time in going upstairs and knocking on her door.

How could I have possible known his every move? The cameras of course.

"Aaliyah, double a battery pack, yah yah, big daddy Bianchi wants to see you." David always had a way with his words. It was unfortunate that could possibly lead to Aaliyah snapping his neck.

I couldn't hear any reply on the cameras and neither could David, I could tell since his face was a little scrunched up in confusion.

"Little Step step?"

Once again, nothing. And I was the only one with a key to the room.

I didn't waste any time in rushing out of my office, taking the steps three at once until I reached the right floor of the mansion and sprinted towards the door. I had a key, but that took time and steadiness and right now I didn't have that. After my recent discoveries I knew that she was no different than a loose canon ready to go off at any moment.

I jumped up, kicking the door clean off of its hinges as I looked around the room, David following closely behind me.

"Aaliyah?" I called out, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her bathroom door was only opened slightly and from there echoed out quiet sobs.

I slowly approached the door and knocked on it before opening it, but my mind couldn't of prepared me for what I was seeing.

There she lay, the beauty that she was, the ruthless killer. Bleeding out.

Her wrists had been sliced and warm tears ran down her face, it was clear that she was on the edge of consciousness.

"Fuck, shit, no- no-" I quickly kneeled down and gathered her wrists in my hands, it was like she was stuck in a trance and wouldn't stop repeating that she was sorry.

"It's okay baby girl, you're okay, it's all gonna be just fine..." I muttered good things into her ear whilst taking off my tie and securely wrapping it tightly around her wrists to stop them from bleeding.

But as I was assisting her, this only managed to make her delusions worse.

"No, no, I have- I have to keep cutting." She choked out between sobs, managing to pull away from my own hands. My daze distracted me, I wasn't allowed the time before she grabbed the knife she had used and stabbed it into her thigh, crying out from the pain and pulling the knife out of her thigh.

I let out a string of curses before grabbing the knife and throwing it into the bathtub where she couldn't reach it. I secured my tie around both of her wrists properly before taking off my suit jacket and ripping off the sleeve to wrap around her thigh.

She was loosing blood, a lot of it.

I heard shuffling behind home and turned my head to see David, "DONT JUST STAND THERE YOU FUCKING IDIOT, CALL AN AMBULANCE!" And at that he rushed out, immediately pulling out his phone.

I held Aaliyah in my arms, her breathing ragged and her body shaking from exhaustion, too much blood.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry... you still have to ruin me and my whole empire don't you?" I felt her body shake again, but this time managing to try and laugh. I held her close, running my fingers through her blood and sweat filled hair, kissing the side of her face every now and then as I waited for the stupid ambulance.

Before I knew it, a team was bursting through the door of the bathroom and assisting her. They had to take her from me, none of this was in my control. And I hated it more than anything.

We had just arrived to the hospital, the nurses were putting Aaliyah onto an actual bed to examine her but everyone was moving at fast paces since she had indeed passed out. I stood in the background of it all, in a trance myself. They were working quickly to try and patch up her wounds and whilst the doctors did that, a nurse was reading out her medical records for the team.

"Aaliyah Stepanov, nineteen and seven months of age, current medications include; high doses of sertraline, citalopram. Currently suffering with depression, hallucinations and delusions, dissociative identity disorder, mild schizophrenia which is easily controlled with her medication. Must be taken as crushed, powdered form mixed with liquid. Liver is still looking good, thoracic cord along t1 to t8 is now fully healed. Drug test will be required before we administer any medication."

I looked at the beauty lying down in shock, I thought I knew everything about her. Yet, that was just the tip of the iceberg. But also, whilst the nurse was reading it out a memory of last night flashed in my head. Me taking the so called 'cocaine' off of her. But it was all just a cover up. She'd prefer people to think that she was a drug addict rather than them knowing that she's mentally ill. And of course, since I took that away from her she hadn't had her medication. Which led to this exact scenario that was unfolding infront of my eyes.

And then it hit me, I now knew that I never wanted her dead. Not when it could be as disgusting as this to witness. She was mine and only mine.

I was snapped out of my mini trance when I could hear a machine beeping rapidly and more feet shuffling around, a nurse quickly approaching me.

"Sir, we're gonna need you to wait in the waiting room, I assure you, it's going to be okay-"

Whilst she was talking I heard another nurse shouting about how they are loosing her.

"That is my fucking wife, if any of you fuck up I will know who you are, your families names... and I will slaughter you all." The nurse paled at my words and nodded nervously before retreating back to the room the same time that I was guided back towards the waiting room.

I sat with my head in my arms as I waited, minutes turned into hours. Hours turned into days...

She had been medically induced into a coma.

The one place that was like a war zone to her, her mind, she was now trapped inside.