Forging Bonds: A Mafia Tale of Love and War

Part 10: Stay With Me

The room erupted into a chaotic flurry of gunfire and shouts. Marco and Elena fought side by side, their movements synchronised as they faced the overwhelming odds. Marco fired his gun with precision, taking down several attackers, while Elena used her agility to dodge and strike back with fierce determination.

But the sheer number of kidnappers was too much. Despite their best efforts, they were soon overwhelmed. Marco felt a sharp pain in his arm as a knife grazed him, blood oozing from the wound. He watched in horror as Elena was struck in the stomach, her breath knocked out of her, and then hit on the head, sending her crumpling to the ground.

"NO!" Marco screamed, fighting with renewed fury. But it was too late. They were subdued, disarmed, and roughly dragged away.

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Marco was thrown into a dimly lit cell, the heavy metal door slamming shut behind him. He stumbled to his knees, pain radiating from his wounded arm. His eyes scanned the small, dank space, his heart sinking when he saw Elena lying motionless on the floor.

"Elena!" He crawled to her side, cradling her head in his hands. Her face was pale, her breaths shallow and laboured. She coughed painfully, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Stay with me, Elena," Marco pleaded, his voice breaking. "Please, stay with me."

Her eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus. "Marco..." she whispered, her voice weak.

"I'm here," he said, desperation lacing his words. He pressed his hand against her bruised stomach, trying to stem the bleeding. "I'm so sorry. I failed you."

Elena's hand found his, gripping it weakly. "It's not your fault," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

Marco felt tears prick at his eyes. He had promised to protect her, and now she was suffering because of him. He glanced around the cell, searching for anything that could help, but there was nothing—just cold, unforgiving stone walls.

"Stay awake, Elena," he urged, his voice shaking. "Keep talking to me. Tell me anything. Just stay awake."

Elena coughed again, wincing in pain. "I'm... I'm trying," she said, her voice fading.

Marco's heart ached with a helplessness he had never felt before. He pressed his forehead against hers, whispering, "We'll get out of this. I promise. Just hold on."

Elena's eyes closed, and Marco shook her gently, panic rising in his chest. "No, no, no. Stay with me, Elena. Please."

She opened her eyes again, a faint smile touching her lips. "I'm here," she whispered, though her strength was waning.

Marco held her close, tears streaming down his face. He had to find a way out, to save her. But for now, all he could do was keep her awake and hope that help would come.

As the hours dragged on, Marco's resolve hardened. He wouldn't give up. He would find a way to save Elena and make their enemies pay. But for now, he focused on the only thing that mattered: keeping her alive.

MOIHAHAHHAAHAA I am a mean writer!! Welllll.... I mean... Now he's looking after her so... Am i really as mean as I seem to be?  Keep reading <3