Mafia Principessa

Chapter 44

Third person's pov

Andrea's world crumbled as she held Alex's lifeless body in her arms. "Alex, no, no, no, no! Stay with me, fratellino, please. You can't do this to me. Okay? You can't just die on me. We don't do that, okay? You said I would never be alone, Alex, so you can't leave me." Her voice cracked as she shouted, her tears flowing uncontrollably. She was getting deja vu, it felt too similar. She had been in this spot before with her son Leo.

She felt his warmth slipping away, his chest collapsing, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "Don't cry, Andrea. We will see each other again, I promise. My beautiful Sorella," Alex whispered, his voice barely audible. With those final words, his body began to shut down. But his mind refused to let go. For seven precious minutes, memories flooded his consciousness like a warm, golden light. He saw himself as a child, snuggled in his mother's arms, her soft voice and piercing green eyes as she would tell him what a great man he would be once he grew up. The scent of Armani's freshly-baked cookies wafted through his mind, transporting him to Sunday afternoons spent helping him in the kitchen. He remembered his father's proud smile as Alexander's  fingers moved deftly over the violin strings, playing Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major for his parents' anniversary.

Laughter echoed through his mind, the food fights with Lucas, Antonio, and Ace, his brothers holding him upside down by his legs, his giggles mingling with theirs. He recalled late-night conversations with Alexandria, sharing secrets and dreams.  Allesio's teasing grin flashed before him, reminding him of their silly tattoo adventure.

And then, memories of Andrea, his long-lost sister, flooded his mind. He remembered their reunion, the mix of emotions, and the bond they rekindled. Her smile, though rare, shone brightly in his memories. At the last moment he recalled the  conversation he had with his Mama before coming to this place, they both had no idea it was their last. As the memories faded, Alexander's consciousness began to dissolve, leaving behind a sense of peace and love. His final thought were of his family, together again, whole and happy and then finally there was nothing but darkness and emptiness.

Andrea's heart shattered into a million pieces. She remembered the promise Alex made to her  when he told her that he would die for her. He meant it from the bottom of his heart, and now he is gone. His eyes, once bright and full of life, were wide and empty.

Meanwhile the sound of Zeus's angry voice drifted from the background, but Andrea couldn't process it. "YOU'RE AN IDIOT, ARMANDO, AN UTTER FOOL! YOU ALMOST KILLED LUNA! LISTEN TO ME, BOY, AND LISTEN TO ME CAREFULLY. I DECIDE WHO LIVES AND I DECIDE WHO DIES. SHE IS MINE!" Zeus screamed.

Armando fled, but Andrea remained frozen, her mind far away. Her fratellino's blood stained her hands, a constant reminder of her failure to protect him. She continued doing CPR, desperate to revive Alex, to see his brown eyes sparkle again.

"Look, you got me, okay? You finally pulled a prank on me. Now get up. It's not funny anymore. I need you to get up. Open your eyes, come on. Please get up, I won't let you go, not like this," Andrea pleaded, her voice cracking.

Andrea was brought back to reality by the pain that shot through her thigh. Zeus had injected her with Vecuronium, rendering her paralyzed and unable to speak or breathe. The world around her began to fade.

"You and I could have had the world at our feet, Luna . I would burn the whole world and myself with it for you. I needed to save you then and I need to save you now, my best creation, the only thing I ever loved that loved me back. Even when he is dead Allesandro still manages to take the things I love away from me. It's his fault all of this, he messed you up in those couple of months you were living with him, he made you question me, doubt my love for you Luna. All I ever did was for your own good dear child. Goodnight, little Luna," Zeus whispered, his voice dripping with malice. After he said that he lit the house on fire and then injected himself with the same substance. As the house engulfed in flames, Andrea felt her lungs burning, desperate for air. Zeus laid beside her, his eyes locked on hers, his own breathing slowing.

The Bianchi men arrived, rushing into the scene. Armani, Dante, and Lucas burst through the doors, their faces set with determination. Lorenzo  had tried to grab Dante, but he slipped through his fingers.

Inside, they found a scene from a nightmare. Dante gently lifted Alexandria, while Armani scooped up Andrea.

"You bastard, he was a child, only fifteen. Burn in hell, Zeus Arlo Galanis," Lucas spat, cradling Alexander's lifeless body. He took him out of the burning house and left Zeus inside.

As they laid the siblings on the ground, the reality of their loss hit them like a tidal wave. Dante covered Alexandria's body.

Lucas's eyes welled up with tears as he thought of Alex's final moments. " Fratellino," he muttered, his voice trembling. Lucas thought how much pain he must have been in as he died.

Armani's voice shattered the silence. "Lucas, she's not breathing! Lucas Andrea is not breathing at all! Help me! Our sister is dying. Snap out of it, brother, please!"

Lucas sprang into action, racing to the car for his medical bag. "It's naloxone; it will help restore her breathing. Move away from her, Armani, give her space. She should start breathing again in two minutes. I hope."

The seconds ticked by like hours. Two minutes passed, and Andrea remained still. On the third minute, her chest rose and fell, ever so slightly.

Relief washed over the group, but their respite was short-lived. Andrea remained paralyzed, unable to move or speak. They carefully loaded her into the car and drove toward the hospital, their hearts heavy with grief and uncertainty.

As they drove, Lucas's eyes never left Alexander's face, his mind racing with the what-ifs and the could-haves. Dante  sat beside him, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his jaw clenched in anger and sorrow.

In the backseat, Armani cradled Alexandria, his face etched with pain. The silence was oppressive, only by the sound of their quiet sobs and the wail of sirens in the distance could be heard .