sick of death

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Julia POV
It hurts so bad that I'm crying. I decided to join Dante at his job but he begged me not too but I came anyway and I regret it. After a big shoot out I realized I got shot in the arm I'm slumped against the wall and I apply pressure to try and stop the blood. Dante runs over and for the first time ever he takes off his mask, and wraps it around my arm before picking me up and sitting me in the drivers seat of his car kneeling in front of me and stitching up my wound. I stare at him as he does so he has black hair and tattoos across his collar bone and snake bite piercings. "You done undressing me with your eyes,little rose?" I immediately look up and shake my head no "this is just my first time seeing your face" he looks at me for a moment before laughing "second time dear, you drunkly pulled it off a few months ago" I look at him with shock I don't remember that. Just then Dante is shot in the back and I immediately drive to the hospital with him halfway in my lap and halfway out of the car. He's fine but the doctor said he cannot do anything difficult for three months.

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