Hold my Hand

1. chapter

You can't overdo it. Panic broke out in a hospital in Milan. They rushed the stretcher to the emergency room to stabilize her for surgery as soon as possible. The person lying on the stretcher was surrounded by two doctors and three nurses. An important person who participated in an important event. Her expensive and elegant evening dress and jewelry revealed this as well.

The doctor instructed one of the nurses to notify the operating theater so that they could immediately be ready for the wounded woman. Thirty minutes later, the stabilized woman was brought out, where her relatives were already waiting. Three men and a woman, who put her hand over her mouth in shock. All of them had nervousness and guilt at the same time. They let the head of the family down and failed. A tall, handsome man with brown hair stepped forward as the desperate sight escaped their sight. While the nurses and one doctor took her to the operating room, the other doctor stayed to brief them.

- How is Signora? - Asked the man in the suit.

- We managed to stop the bleeding, now they are taking her to surgery.

After the doctor went to his other patients, the family members looked at each other.

- Luca, did you notify the Capo? - Diego asked while they were walking towards the operating room.

Diego was a bodyguard in his late thirties. There was a bleeding wound on the back of his head that he didn't care about. The mentioned one who spoke to the doctor nodded. Vincenzo finally arrived, or rather he rushed into the hospital. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt was wrinkled, and his usually perfectly gelled hair was a little disheveled. Drops of blood could faintly be seen on the collar and sleeves of his white shirt. But that was nothing compared to the emotion on his face. Until recently, he was still in a meeting. He turned to his best friend and asked what happened.

- Capo! - He greeted and bowed .

- I listening to you! - He said coldly.

- Signora Cassano is seriously injured, her is being operated on now, Capo.

Vincenzo gasping approached the operating room door, but Luca pulled him back because it couldn't be go inside. The Korean-Italian man pushed the man away. He could see that he was bursting with rage. He angrily took a deep breath and raised his sparkling eyes to Luca, who told him what had happened. They attended a fashion show in Milan, which was organized for charity purposes for the orphanage. Vincenzo was his main supporter and would have gone with his wife, but a meeting also in Milan got in the way, so Cha Young decided to represent him and go without him. Before the parade, she was called on stage to introduce herself to the audience. They thanked Signora Cassano for all the help she and her husband provided. He had already descended the stairs to take his place in the front row when the shooting began. Panic immediately broke out among the guests. The bodyguards were immediately ready to protect the Signora. But they were careless. The Italian mafia boss closed his eyes, his jaw clenched.

- - Luca. You should have taken care of him.

- - I know, Capo. I have no excuse for my mistake.

The mafia boss looked over his people and family members. Vincenzo's eyes darkened and Luca knew that look well. It will be a massacre if the Signora doesn't survive. The Italian-Korean man was pacing up and down while occasionally running a hand through his thick, black hair. After an hour, the operating room lights went out and the automatic door opened to take Cha Young they bring it out. Vincenzo immediately approached her and went with them. Until then, Luca stayed to find out about the woman's condition. Vincenzo didn't want to leave his wife alone even for a minute. Cha Young was in bad shape. Machines were attached to she, her head was bandaged and she also needed a blood transfusion.