The lost mafia princess

Chapter 39

ALINA'S POV

No.

Tears drench my eyes and face as I drop to my knees at the sight before me.

A shuddering breath leaves me, causing my body to fall forward.

I think I'm going into shock.

That would explain why I'm finding it hard to breathe.

Well, you would to if you had this much blood on your hands.

And I mean this literally.

It's pouring out of me.

The bullet is nowhere to be seen, probably lodged right in the middle of my stomach.

The man who's bullet is currently inside me, lays face down in his own pool of blood at the other end of the corridor.

My mouth curves into a weak smile.

I don't have to come back as a ghost to haunt that man for the rest of his life.

Revenge has been served, partially

My fathers eyes bore into mine. They're almost bulging out of his eye sockets. I've never seen them do that before.

I feel hands pull me from under my armpits. I'm encased I'm my brothers hold, one I will cherish forever.

I don't need to look to know it's Adrian.

"You're an absolute idiot Alina" He tells me whilst laughing weakly.

I feel his tears drip onto my hair.

"But I'm your idiot" I reply weakly.

"It's my turn to be your knight Adrian. I left you bottles of my perfume for you to spray on my—well your bear now. I know you can't sleep without something that reminds you of me. I figured it out within the second week. You're predictable, big bro" I tell him with a smile on my lips.

"If you squeeze the left hand, there's a surprise for you." I continue.

I prepared myself in case something like this happened.

I did it as soon as I found out that my family were in the mafia.

You would be a fool if you truly believed I wouldn't get hurt at least once.

I didn't expect to be a one hit wonder though.

"It's still your bear Alina, and you won't be gifting me shit, because you're going to survive this. You've survived everything so far in life, this is just a little graze in comparison!" He tells me, almost as if trying to persuade himself.

I know he'll survive, which is why this is all worth it.

I couldn't leave my big brothers without a father. Not after everything they've done for me.

I see Marco in the corner of my eyes talk frantically into his walkie talkie as a tear slides down onto my palm.

My father drops down onto his knees beside me, his face full of anger, and sadness.

His mouth is moving but I can't really hear what he's saying, because my ears have starting ringing.

But there's one thing I know for certain.

I will not leave this earth before seeing the rest of my family for the last time.

"Mama. Need to see" I say with a shuddering breath.

That's all I could manage to get out.

My dad nods sadly at me, before his face turns into one of determination.