The Mafia In Love

Part 32

Dante looked like his soul had just left his body but what could he do? How could he explain himself. Not when he had blood all over his shirt, a gun in his hand.

I felt so sick to my stomach and it didnt help that it was today of all days that I chose to drink. I could barely process what was happening around me, everything felt like a daze. I knew for sure that no matter how drunk I was, this was real.

This was Dante, holding a gun. This was Alessandro, standing near a probably dead fucking body and this was Giovanni, holding a torture tool.

"Bambina... I can explain". He shakily said, coming closer only for me to basically jump back.

"You... you stay away from me!" I screamed at him. I knew I was drunk out of my mind but I couldn't help but recall everything that happened at the party.

I was warned. I was warned to stay away from him. That's why he got angry. Thats why he said those unbelievable words to me that night. He made it look like it was my fault when my suspicions were right.

And just when I want to let loose, I catch him red-handed.

Dante had never felt so scared in his entire life which was almost laughable and hard to believe. You may think that because he's the most powerful mafia Don, he would at least have some fear over his life.

Considering the fact that he had enemies lurking everywhere he went, but no. Nothing ever compared to what he felt now. The fear of loosing the one you love. The fear of losing his whole world. He felt way too overwhelmed by everything, only thinking about how to explain his way out of this.

"Its not what it looks like, please believe me". He begged again, coming closer.

"What exactly do you really do, Dante? Because I see no reason why you should be holding a gun for fucks sake".

I panted, trying to understand what the fuck was actually happening here. What does he do? What does this man do?

"M-murder..." I mumbled, my voice pathetically trembling from this sight and Dante could swear his heart stopped.

"No-"

"You're a murderer... no, you cant be".

It felt like I was talking to myself more. No, trying to convince myself that he wasnt when there was clearly a body inside the room.

"Willa-"

"You better shut your damn mouth, Giovanni" I angrily spat without realising.

It was safe to say I was loosing my mind. I held the wall behind me to steady myself and my racing mind.

The girls. I need to find the girls.

"Bambina, are you okay?" I heard a faint panic voice.

Everything was happening too fast. I could barely comprehend what happened next. The man from behind him tried to attack, raising his gun from his blazer and aiming at Dante.

Giovanni was quick to act, raising his gun and aiming right for his head. As the loud sound went off, I didnt realise I screamed.

I could barely hear anything, my body failing me as I fell into Dante's arm. Everything he was saying was barely registering as I stared at the dead body in fear.

I just witnessed a murder. No. He cant be dead. He cant really be dead, can he?

A man just died in front of me. He just lost his life in front of my eyes and I couldnt do anything.

I held my head, groaning as it felt like my head was being constantly hit. I could see Dante's mouth moving but I couldnt understand a word he said. When my body decided it was enough, I closed my eyes. Passing out in Dante's arms.

Silence filled the three men. The only thing that could be heard was the loud club music that came from further down.

Giovanni and Alessandro stared at Dante, obviously trying to comprehend how things escalated so fast.

"Call for backup to clean this up". Dante grunted out, holding his love in his hands.

He wordlessly walked away from the scene, using the back door that led to outside where the van was parked.

Seeing him, they immediately opened the door for him, sharing looks with the same confusion on why their boss was holding a woman in his arms. It was clear that the mission didnt go exactly as planned, seeing his mood.

Giovanni and Alessandro settled in the van a few minutes later. They both sat in silence, watching Dante as he stared at Willa in his hands. No words were needed to be said to know what was going on in his head.

The van stared to move, although the silence was thick, hard to ignore.

"Dante" Giovanni muttered out, finally breaking it. Unfortunately, he received no answer, which he expected. He relaxed back on his chair, sighing with the same question on their minds.

How did things escalate so quickly?

It was obvious that Dante was scared to wits. Willa was bound to know at some point, no denying about that but now? This was the worst way she could ever find out.

"Do you think she will leave me?" Dante finally voiced out, mumbling. If not for how quiet the van was, you would have missed it.

The other two shared a knowing look, knowing this was going to break him if she ever did. It was clear to everyone on how madly in love he was with Willa. Every since she stepped into his life, the change she made on him was extremely positive. It had him, working extra hard, rushing to be able to atleast see or hear her voice at the end of the day.

It was nice to see him finally have a drive for something. No. Someone. He was finally happy. Genuinely happy. Content, even. It was like his prayers were finally being answered.

This unfortunate event was like cold water being splashed on him. Him waking up from his dream, reminded of the occupation he signed up for. What was he thinking, believing he could actually have both worlds.

But it was possible. His parents have it, and their thriving hard. So why not him?

Why not him?

He kept repeating those words in his head. He wouldn't obviously voice it out but he was so scared. So scared of what would happen when she wakes up. Would she see him as a monster? A murderer?

All he could do was pray. Pray that even with her witnessing it upfront, she would stay. Stay with a man like him.