Lissy Romano

101| Don't remember me.

Lissy Romano

"Get down!"

The sharp command was the first thing I heard as I woke up from my sleep. It was Vincenzo's voice, full of panic and worry, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I never thought I'd hear him sound so terrified.

Matteo's hand quickly found its way to my head, pushing me further into Enzo's side to make sure I stayed in a lying position.

"Keep her head down!" Dante yelled, his voice sounding urgent and loud as he pulled out his gun.

I had no idea what was going on, but I knew this wasn't a drill. This wasn't some bad joke. This was real, and I could feel it in my bones. My heart was racing, and my mind was foggy, unsure of what was happening around me. Time felt like it was slowing down, stretching longer and longer with every passing second.

I glanced at my brothers. They moved, but slower than usual, like they were in a dream, or worse, like they were stuck in some sort of nightmare. Jax, who was curled up on my lap, was just as confused as I was. He didn't understand the danger either, and I couldn't help but wrap my arm around him, holding him close. He didn't fight me, knowing that I needed to protect him as much as I needed him to stay close.

Enzo's grip on me was tight, as if he feared letting me go would be the end. I closed my eyes, wishing for this moment to end, hoping for a way to just return to the safety of our house. To be in the living room with my brothers again, watching movies like we used to. Even a slasher movie—anything to feel safe again.

But this car was moving too fast. And then, in a flash, I felt the crash. The car behind us bumped into us. It wasn't just an accident; it felt intentional, like someone was trying to force us off the road. Why would anyone do that? Who would want someone to crash?

Our enemies. The thought hit me like a blow to the chest. It was our enemies who wanted me. If I had just gone to them, maybe my brothers would be safe now. But here they were, fighting for us on this dark road, just trying to keep us alive. Why did I always feel like I brought bad luck?

I heard gunshots, chaos, yelling. Dante's gun went off several times, and then I realized others were shooting at us, too. I kept thinking about my brothers. I just hoped that Domenico, Davide, Giovanni, and Santino were safe. They were driving ahead of us, and our enemies were behind. Where were they? I needed to know they were okay.

Vincenzo did everything he could, but when the tires were shot out, the car spun out of control. The impact from the crash was brutal, and before I knew it, I lost consciousness. My head slammed against something hard, and everything went dark.

When I came to, everything was upside down. The car was a wreck. My brothers were slumped in their seats, unconscious. Maybe they were dead. I didn't know. My seatbelt was still fastened, and I couldn't move. I looked down to check on Jax, but he wasn't moving either.

Pain shot through my head, and my mouth tasted of blood. I was too weak to cry out, too confused to understand what had just happened. The next moment, I heard a car pull up, the screech of tires stopping abruptly. Car doors slammed open, and I winced at the harsh light that pierced through the cracks of the wreckage.

"Matteo, wake up. Please," I whispered, trying to shake him, but he didn't respond. Blood was coming from his nose. My heart dropped in my chest.

"Open your eyes, Enzo," I said softly, almost desperately, but he didn't move either. My heart sank deeper.

"Vincenzo, Dante—please wake up. They're coming," I managed to get out, panic rising in my chest as I saw the shadows of our enemies approaching.

I wanted to fight, to do something, but I was weak. I couldn't. They were getting closer. My mind fought the urge to sleep, but my body gave in, and once again, darkness took me.

"Get the girl out of that fucking car," a voice barked, and it echoed in my head.

"I'm trying, for fuck's sake. Dead Romano twins are making this hard." Another voice followed, closer to me now.

"At least they're dead." The words made my stomach twist with fear, and I forced my eyes open again.

One man in a mask was standing right in front of me, his hand clutching a knife. I braced myself for the pain, but instead of stabbing me, he cut my seatbelt. I fell forward, landing hard on the cold ground as he yanked me out of the car.

I wanted to fight. I had to fight. I knew what they wanted, but I couldn't let them win. I bit down hard on the hand covering my mouth, using everything Dante taught me. I scratched and kicked, trying to break free.

"Stop or I'll shoot your brains out," one of them warned, pointing a gun at me.

Just as I was about to kick the man with my foot, a familiar sound caught my ear—a screeching car stopped in front of us. I almost let out a sigh of relief, but before I could even react, the man with the gun slammed the back of my head with it, sending me into darkness again.

Unconsciousness. A void. A place where nothing matters. You're lost, lost in time, lost in space, and you don't feel anything. You don't hear anything. You just exist in a haze of nothingness.

But then, I woke up again. This time, the light was too bright. I squinted against it, the pain in my head nearly unbearable. Slowly, I turned to my side, and I saw a man sitting next to me. His face was filled with concern as he looked down at me.

He smiled when he saw me stir, but confusion washed over me. Who was he?

"You're awake, princess," he said softly, and I felt a bandage on my head.

What happened? Why did my head hurt so much?

"Lissy, does anything else hurt besides your head?" he asked, his voice gentle.

I closed my eyes again, trying to figure out who he was. I didn't know him. I didn't remember him. He was sitting so close, like we shared some bond, but I didn't recognize him.

"Who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, panic creeping into his expression. "Lissy, I'm Santino. You don't remember me?"

Santino. His name sounded familiar, but my mind was blank. I didn't know him. He was in a suit, with a pretty smile and perfect hair, but I couldn't place him.

"Are you my doctor?" I asked, confusion clouding my thoughts.

He seemed taken aback, his eyes full of hurt as he answered, "I'm your brother, Lissy."

A brother? I frowned, my mind a mess of fragments, none of them fitting together.

"I don't have a brother," I mumbled, before sleep overtook me again, pulling me into the quiet embrace of darkness.

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