The Mafia Queen's Husband

Chapter seventeen - Eva

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🎶 There's parts of me I cannot hide 🎶
I've tried and tried a million times
La-da-da-di-da
La-da-da-di-da
La-da-da-di-da-da
Cross my heart and hope to die
🎶 Welcome to my darkside 🎶
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"I love it." I cup his cheek and blink away the stupid tears in my eyes. "I love you."

My heart beats a mile a minute, both fearing and anticipating this moment. I do love him. I love him more than I've loved anything in this world. It's not just a passing obsession or a silly infatuation. He's my forever.

And just when I open my mouth to tell him that and that he doesn't have to say it back, a movement behind the trees catches my eyes.

The sky is still dark and I can't see anything that isn't on the rink where it's adorned with twinkling lights, but I see the unmistakable glint of gun metal a second before a shot rings out.

"Get down!"

In that split second, I push Sebastian down as fast as I can and cover his body with my own, while getting out the gun tucked into the back of my pants and firing three shots in the direction of the fucker who will die a slow painful death on my hands. I hear his yell when one of the bullets hit him.

Immediately, I look down at my little lamb who is shaking in fear, his face is pale, and his eyes are wide as he gapes at his bloodied hand.

My heart drops and I feel the color draining from my face, too. He got hit.

"No. No. No. No. No!" I get off him to inspect his body, my heart practically beating out of my chest. I can't lose him. No. I just got him. Not yet. Please, no. "L-Little l-lamb?"

"E-Eva, what's h-happening? Why i-is there b-blood o-on m-my h-hand?"

His jacket is a light green color, allowing me to spot the source of his injury right away. His left upper arm is bleeding and the jacket is ripped. I feel equal parts relieved and enraged when I notice it is a bullet graze.

No actually, I'm definitely more enraged. I'm relieved he is going to be just fine, but that doesn't mean I won't tear that motherfucker apart for even thinking about harming what is mine. And whoever hired him is going to get a preview of hell.

"Everything is fine, baby." I keep his eyes on me. "You're going to be alright, I p-promise. We just need to get up together and go to the car, okay?"

His pupils are blown out and I can see the panic brewing in his mind. But when he whimpers - the pain hitting him - I feel two seconds away from losing my mind.

I stroke his cheek. "Keep your eyes on me, darling."

His big, purple eyes immediately latch onto my face.

I take my scarf and fold it into a makeshift bandage. "Take a deep breath." Then, I press the scarf on the wound, and watch his eyes widen and his sharp inhale before his face morphs into one of pain.

"E-Eva, it—" He whimpers. "Hurts!"

I kiss his cold lips. "It'll be alright, little lamb. I'm taking you to a doctor, okay?"

The next few minutes feel like a blur as we get out of the rink and into the car in record time. Sebastian's a little dizzy and confused, but mostly in pain. Bullet grazes hurt like a bitch, I know. And I absolutely fucking hate seeing him in pain.

When I close the door behind him and run to the other side, I see Ana hauling the bleeding - but still alive - fucker into another car. My hands shake as I suppress my instinct to go bash his head into the ground.