Death And Love Poems (2) Mafia Romance

64. Do something

Roxana

I am so tired. Everything hurts. It's a struggle to open my eyes. My vision is damn blurry. Where the fuck am I? Where is Dani?

Then I remembered. The elevator, the wrong sex that felt so right, the bullet in the middle of Stefano's forehead, the ambush, Hitomi who was shot by her father and her bullet hitting me.

I am alive, it seems. But... Where is Marco?

'Don't be afraid. I will be here when you wake up. I promise.'

What happened? Was he hurt like the last time, not saying anything until it got too much?

I try to move my legs but they feel heavy. They feel heavy because... Kary is asleep with the head on my lap.

I move her shoulder trying to be gentle but she cries out.

"Fuck!" she mutters. "Roxi. You are awake. I prayed to Allah, Jesus and everyone else I could recall."

"Why?"

"It was a long ass surgery with some complications. I thought you would die. What do you mean with why? Are you kidding me? Let me get the doctor. Don't move."

"Where... is... Dani?" Damn my throat is so dry and I feel letargic.

"In London."

"S-Sure?"

"Yeah. I made Aziz call the Russian mobster. He arrived safely and is fine."

"Is Aziz here?"

"No. He had stuff to do but there are some bodyguards of his outside."

"Where is Marco?"

"Yeah... About that..."

Kary is avoiding my gaze. God, I was right. Something did happen to him.

"Is he hurt?"

"Well... You should see the other guy."

"What other guy? Kary tell me!"

"The Interpol came and arrested him."

My mouth gaps open and the devices around me start making noise. A wave of heat washes over me.

"Roxi, calm down. Breathe. You just had surgery and apparently you have a bit of high blood pressure that isn't helping now."

The door opens and a female doctor steps in with two nurses. She is rather young, maybe mid thirties and very pretty with olive skin, shoulder long, straight black hair and a Roman nose.

She injects something into my IV and I wake up hours later. There are screams.

This time the doctor is there talking to Kary who is still by my side and there is someone else in the room.

"No... She is not going anywhere with you. Over my freaking dead body."

"I kindly ask you both to be civilized," says the doctor.

"Yes she will. You are nothing to her."

"Well neither are you."

"She was living with me for the past year. I am her fiance."

"Her what? You ain't shit!"

"Karyme, you know he is doing this only to irritate you." Aziz says something to her in Arabic and puts his hands on her shoulders. She puts one hand over his. It feels like she wanted to move them away but doesn't. The doctor's eyes are on them, lingering a bit too long. I forgot how ridiculously hot they are.

"I know. He manages excellently..."

"Mr. Al Rashid, I ask you to stay out of this unless you want to spend some more time in custody. This time for longer," says the very familiar voice that makes me still want to avoid waking up.