Mafia's Don Forbidden Love

Silent Agreements

Victoria hesitated in the doorway of the dining room, her greeting met with an unsettling silence from Luciano's men. A palpable tension hung in the air, and when she inquired about the peculiar atmosphere, Tony avoided eye contact, and Luciano's usual scowl deepened. Fear crept into her chest, and she tiptoed around the uneasy quiet, attempting to grasp the threads of the enigma unraveling before her.

"Your father has informed us about your husband, Mrs. Moore," Luciano finally spoke, his words cutting through the thick silence. The weight of the revelation pressed upon her, and she met the penetrating gazes of the men surrounding her. "Your husband is Johnny Moore. He'll start a fucking war if I don't give you back. " Luciano's words echoed in the room, the name Johnny Moore sending a shiver down Victoria's spine.

"Johnny Moore," she thought to herself, the name invoking memories she desperately tried to bury. "Joh- He's not my husband," she stammered out, her voice trembling. Luciano slammed a letter down on the table, and Victoria's hands shook as she picked it up. The words on the paper intensified the growing lump in her throat.

To Mr. Moretti,

 I believe you have what is mine, my gorgeous wife. If you don't return her to me in the next 2 days, all hell will break loose. And 'darling,' if you are reading this, just know, don't worry, you'll be all mine in 2 days.

 Kind regards,

 Johnny Moore.

The ominous message danced before her eyes, a cruel reminder of the impending storm.

"W-we aren't married," she whispered, feeling lightheaded as she sank into a chair at the dining table. Luciano's stern gaze bore into her, and she tried to comprehend the magnitude of the situation. "Johnny Moore is a very powerful man, Mrs. Moore. I don't want to start a fucking war. Pack your shit; you're going back. He's paid up," Luciano declared, his tone unyielding.

"No... you can't," she protested, her voice trembling. Panic surged through her veins as she stood up, looking for an exit. "Don't think about running; you're going back. I'm not dealing with this shit. Come on," Luciano ordered, moving to grab her arm.

"NO!" she shouted, jumping back from him. In the corner of her eye, she saw Tony's gun and seized it, aiming it towards Luciano. "N-No... N-No," she stammered out, tears streaming down her face. The room erupted in chaos as the men pointed their guns at her, shouting for her to drop the weapon.

"Set down the gun, Victoria," Tony's voice came from behind her. "Y-you can't do this to me," she cried out, desperation in her voice. One of the men spoke to Luciano in Italian, and Luciano remained silent, maintaining eye contact with her. "Shoot me, Victoria," he challenged, the intensity in his eyes unnerving her.

Shaking her head, tears still streaming down her face, she kept the gun trained on him. "Don't let them take me," she whispered, her plea reaching only him. In an instant, she felt herself lifted from behind, screaming as the gun went off. Pain shot through her foot as the bullet found its mark.

"Cazzo, bellissima," Luciano's voice reached her ears as he took her from Tony, carrying her in a bridal style. Tony's voice echoed in the hall "I'm so sorry Victoria."

 As Luciano carried her to the in-house doctor. "Shh, calm down, bellissima. It's going to be okay," he reassured her as she buried her head against his chest. "P-please don't let him take me, p-please Luciano, just not him," she pleaded, her voice fading as darkness overtook her.

Waking up in a sterile hospital bed, Victoria felt the throbbing pain in her foot, a constant reminder of the recent turmoil. As her eyes adjusted to the clinical surroundings, a man in a doctor's coat entered the room. "Hello, Miss Reynolds," he greeted her with a warm but professional smile. "I'm Dr. Steven. I took the bullet out, and everything is okay, but you're going to have to use crutches for a while."

Victoria nodded, still processing the events that had unfolded. Her ability to articulate her thoughts seemed momentarily suspended. "Thank you," she managed to whisper, grateful for the medical attention.

As Dr. Steven left the room, Luciano's commanding voice filled the air. "Is she awake?" he inquired as he entered through the door. "Yeah, Boss. I've informed her of everything," the doctor responded before excusing himself, leaving Luciano and Victoria alone in the room.

Luciano's POV: 

As I entered the hospital room, her gaze met mine, and the fear in those gorgeous wide eyes was unmistakable. The doctor's words echoed in my mind, a reminder of the tangled webs of the past that now ensnared us both.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, closing the distance between us. Her response came in a croaky voice, insisting she was fine. As she attempted to stand, I hurried towards her, placing a gentle yet firm hand on her shoulder. "Stay where you are; you're going to hurt yourself, bellissima," I cautioned, my concern evident.

She looked up at me, her eyes imploring, "Don't send me back there." The desperation in her voice tugged at something within me. I hesitated for a moment, the weight of the situation pressing on me. "We'll talk about this in the morning... go to sleep, Victoria," I instructed, turning away to leave the room.

Her hand grasped mine, and I felt the vulnerability in that touch. "Don't leave me here by myself," she pleaded, her words resonating with a raw honesty. "I-its just... what if -if," she faltered, the words caught in her throat.

"It's okay. I'll sleep on the couch," I conceded, walking over and lying down, pulling the blanket over myself. "Thank you, Luciano," her small voice reached me as I listened to the rhythm of her breathing, finally realizing she had fallen to sleep.

"Sweet dreams, bellissima," I whispered into the quiet room, my words a soft reassurance as I grabbed one of the blankets and settled onto the couch. The dim hospital lights cast a muted glow, creating a surreal ambiance as the events of the day echoed in my mind.

As sleep beckoned, I found myself caught in the labyrinth of conflicting emotions. The vulnerability in her plea lingered, challenging the walls I had meticulously built. The wariness and weariness etched on her face danced in the shadows of my thoughts.

Closing my eyes, I let the darkness envelop me.