In a world where loyalty is a dangerous game, kylina finds herself torn between danger and desire. When a forbidden romance with D'Angelo, A mafia leader ignites, the line between love and survival blurs. As she pulls back, her breath heavy with ant...
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The hospital room was quiet, save for the soft beeping of machines monitoring Kylie’s vitals. The sterile smell of antiseptic hung in the air, but all I could focus on was her—lying there in the bed, her face peaceful despite the bruises that marred her skin. She looked so fragile, so small, but the mere sight of her breathing, of her alive, was enough to ease the tension in my chest.
I sat beside her, my hand wrapped gently around hers. Her fingers, though bruised and scarred, felt warm against mine. I never wanted to let go, afraid that if I did, she might slip away again. The thought of losing her—truly losing her—had haunted me ever since the moment she was taken. But now, with her here, I could finally breathe again.
The door to the room creaked open, and I looked up to see Finneas, Gina, Theo, and Jay entering quietly. Each of them wore expressions of relief and exhaustion, the weight of the past few days visible in their eyes. But there was also something else—a sense of unity, of shared pain and triumph. We had made it through this together, and somehow, that made the victory even sweeter.
Gina was the first to approach, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked down at Kylie. “Oh, Ky…” she whispered, brushing a stray lock of hair from Kylie’s forehead. Her voice trembled with emotion, and I saw the unspoken words in her gaze—how much she had worried, how much she had feared the worst.
Kylie stirred slightly at Gina’s touch, her eyelids fluttering open. When she saw Gina, a small, tired smile appeared on her lips. “Gina…” she murmured, her voice hoarse.
Gina let out a soft laugh, though it was more of a sob. “You scared the hell out of us, you know that?”
Kylie’s smile grew a little wider, despite the pain I knew she must still be feeling. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her gaze drifting to the rest of us. “I’m so sorry…”
“Don’t be,” theo said, stepping closer and resting a hand on her other shoulder. His voice was thick with emotion, but there was also a tenderness there that I hadn’t heard in a long time. “None of this is your fault, Ky. We’re just glad you’re safe.”
Gina and Finneas nodded in agreement, their expressions softening as they looked at her. “We’ve been through hell and back, but we’re here,” Finneas said quietly, his eyes meeting mine. “All of us.”
I squeezed Kylie’s hand a little tighter, the warmth of her skin grounding me in this moment. The past few days had been a whirlwind of fear, anger, and desperation, but now, all of that was fading away, replaced by something much deeper—love, relief, and the unshakeable bond we all shared.
For a moment, we just stood there, soaking in the reality of it all. The danger was behind us, and Damien was gone—forever. I had made sure of that. There was no need to speak of it; the others knew what I had done, and they knew why. It was over.
But even as I held onto Kylie, a part of me still couldn’t believe it. The love I felt for her, the relief of having her back—it was overwhelming, a tidal wave of emotions that I had been holding back for far too long.
