BELLA- A MAFIA ROMANCE

Patience.

Stefano Bianchi-

It had been two weeks, two long weeks and she still hadn't woken up yet. However, she was no longer in a hospital and I had payed for a hospital room to be built into the mansion. Nurses came everyday to bathe and feed her through a tube but I could never watch the feedings- it was unsettling to see such a strong and feisty woman go to nothing in mere hours.

I let out a sigh as I climbed the stairs, making my way into the room and taking a seat besides the bed- placing a small and singular white rose in the vase next to her bed. Most days I found myself not saying anything, perhaps too afraid that she could hear me and was mocking me in her head, but at the same time, she had been trapped in her head with no escape. Perhaps a voice would distract her.

"Aaliyah, you're really making us wait now... you've been gone too long, that plan to ruin my life must be fool proof by now eh?" I asked quietly, expecting no comment in return as I took her hand into mine and let out a sigh.

"David keeps on trying to convince me that if I were to give you double a batteries then you'd wake straight back up, obviously we both know he's the biggest idiot to-" my sentence was cut off by a small bit of pressure being applied to my finger, she had managed to wrap her hand around my finger. I stood up out of the chair and cautiously approached the bed, scanning my eyes over her body and reaching her face.

That's all it took, and her beautiful green eyes opened up and looked at mine. A nurse came rushing in and immediately assisted Aaliyah by taking the breathing tube out of her throat so that she could breathe.

"I'm going- go fucking kill you shlyukha..." (whore)

I let out a stifled laugh at Aaliyahs words towards the nurse, croaky and barely understandable, yes. But she was back. She slowly turned her head and glanced over at me, looking as though she had seen a ghost and immediately trying to get out of the bed to get away- but that was abit hard since she was already restrained to it.

"Calm down Liyah, you're only going to hurt yourself more..." I commented calmly and sat at the end of the bed, taking her hand in his once again. I handed her a glass of water which she quickly chugged down and even had another.

"You're dead... you, David, papa- big house fire. Get out of my head ala!" (Demon) she spoke again and i furrowed my brows in confusion, adding up the dots and figuring out that her head had been playing games on her. God knows how many traumatic events she went through in the whole process of the coma.

I leaned forward and rubbed her cheek with the back of my hand, tears were streaming down her face but it was as if her eyes were leaking and she had no other emotion.

"You're home now, you were down for two weeks... you hurt yourself. Badly." I explained to her with a small sigh as she began to come around and understand. A small and barely noticeable smile graced my features as she leaned into my touch.

"Please don't go." She asked, more like demanded in a quiet voice. I raised her other hand and lowered my lips towards it, placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily baby."

Two weeks later:

Aaliyah Stepanov-

"I win!" I called out again with a smirk on my face as I watched Stef roll his eyes again. All day we had been playing different board games and right now we were playing monopoly. "You're bankrupt and I'm rich!" I explained shortly before collecting all of the small pieces up again.

We never spoke about what happened and carried on as normal, we weren't as horrible to eachother anymore but there were days that we would throw eachother into walls just out of anger- David preferred to stay out of most of it.

"Fine, you win- I've got work to do and I don't have time for anymore stupid little games." He told me whilst standing up and making his way behind his desk to take a seat whilst I continued to clean up.

"Y'know Stef, no one likes a sore loser." I couldn't help but comment as I watched him log into his computer, trying to get a peek at the screen but he wasn't letting me, he had been extremely secretive since I was hospitalised.

The only time we ever talked about what happened is when he'll come into my room of a night and make sure that I've taken my medication as if I'm some sort of child, I hated it more than anything.

"I'm not a sore loser it's a stupid game with no real aim or point to it. Maybe if you spent your time investing in real properties in the real world instead of a board game then you'd be able to actually make something of yourself-" he said to me as I stood up and had to stop myself from punching his skull in right then and there.

"Actually, I do have a name for myself. Y'know... worlds current best assassin that NOONE knows about. And I would have a place in the real world if you didn't keep me locked up here like a damn animal! So yes, I sit in here and play my little board games and clean the house fifty times over a day because I have nothing else to do! You think that I'm gonna get killed if I walk out the door, huh?" I exclaimed and glared at him, letting out a heavy breath as he slowly glanced up at me from his seat.

"You're here because of your own actions. Maybe if you didn't try to kill yourself then you wouldn't be here. Actions have consequences. These are the consequences. You're the most mentally unstable thing I've ever come across and you're not even the assassin. The other personality is. You're a liability. Get out." He spoke calmly and bitterly but that only wounded me even more.

We hadn't spoken about it and yet he had just brought up my attempted suicide as if it was nothing, all I wanted to do was kill him right then and there but I couldn't.

"Fine. You want liability? You want crazy? You want unstable? You get what you ask for asshole!" I shouted at him before leaving and making my way to his personal garage, a lovely array of fifteen high class super cars all specifically made for him.

A smirk crossed my face as I reached into one of the cupboards and pulled out a large jerry can, I kissed the side of it in admiration before beginning to pour it over the many rows of sports cars. I loved nothing more than creating fires that I couldn't handle, it was better than sex. As I got to the last car I pulled a lighter out of my pocket and lit a cigarette, another habit I had picked up recently, and then I simply dropped it into the line of gasoline and tilted my head upwards.

However, as my eyes reached the inside garage door they laid upon the handsome Italian with eyes that wanted to stab me straight in my heart.

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Hey there! Whoever's reading- probably 1 person if not none but this is just a little story that I like to write when I'm bored and I do hope that more people do see it one day.

However, until then- Thanks for reading this chapter if you have <3

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