Pregnant by the Mafia Boss ✓

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Alessandro's POV

The world has never felt so cold, so empty, and so suffocating.

I'm standing here in this cold hospital room, my hands shaking as I watch the doctors work frantically over Liliana's still form.

She's lying on the bed, the machines beeping and flashing their warnings.

The soft, steady rhythm of her heart, once the lifeblood of our family, now hangs by a thread. Her pulse, weak but there, is the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

But it's fading.

The room is a blur of movement, sterile white walls and the cold, clinical air.

But all I can see is her. All I can hear is the sound of her shallow breathing, every breath she takes a whisper of hope and fear.

She's pregnant with our children. My children. Three lives, her life, and mine all hanging in the balance because of Chiara. Because of the woman I thought I could leave behind.

The woman who had nothing but spite and bitterness in her heart, and now... now she's tried to take everything from me.

I never knew fear like this. Not when I was younger, not when I had to face rivals or threats or wars. None of that compares to the terror twisting inside me now.

My mind is racing, how did it come to this?

My thoughts go back to the moment Chiara showed up at our door, crazed and disoriented, her hands trembling as she pointed the gun at Liliana.

At my future.

She pulled the trigger and everything went to hell in an instant.

I couldn't even process it, the shock was too great. One minute we were sitting, wrapped in each other's warmth, lost in our own world.

The next, my life, our life was being shattered, the bullet ripping through Liliana's body, through my entire soul.

I heard her gasp, the softest, most gut-wrenching sound, as she crumpled in my arms.

No.

I kept saying that to myself, over and over again. No, this isn't happening. No, not to her. Not to us.

But there she was, pale, her beautiful face contorted in pain, and I couldn't do anything but hold her, begging her not to slip away from me.

I called the ambulance, I screamed her name, I tried everything I could, but it felt like time slowed down, as if I were suffocating in that moment. And all the while, the thought that terrified me more than anything was that I could lose her.

I could lose the woman who had brought light back into my life, the woman who I never thought I'd love, and yet here I am, terrified of what comes next.

I've never been afraid of anything, not even death.

I've been to war, faced enemies who wanted to take my life, but this, this feeling, the tightness in my chest, the nausea gnawing at me, the utter helplessness, this is something else entirely.

I never thought I would love anyone this much. I never thought I would care this deeply. And now, I can't even think straight as I watch Liliana's blood stain the sheets beneath her.

I take a step closer, my hand hovering near hers, but I don't touch her.

I can't touch her, not until I'm sure that she will be okay.

I'm so afraid of doing something wrong, of making it worse.

The doctors keep moving, their voices muffled as they shout orders, telling me to stay back.

But I can't, I need to be closer to her. I need to feel her, to know she's still with me.

"Dad, you need to calm down." I hear the soft voice of my son, Nino, in the distance, but I can't look away from Liliana.

His words are lost on me.

"I can't," I croak out, my voice breaking. "I can't lose her, Nino. She can't die. I can't, I can't do this without her."

My son doesn't respond, but I hear him step away, and I know he's trying to give me space. But what I need isn't space. It's her.

There's nothing that makes sense in my world anymore, no logic.

Everything that I've built, everything that I've fought for, is hanging by a fragile thread, and it's slipping away.

She's slipping away from me.

The door to the room opens again, and I hear the familiar sound of the doctor's voice.

"Mr. Russo, we've stabilized her for now. She's lost a lot of blood, and the bullet was close to vital organs, but it didn't hit anything too critical. We're going to monitor her closely, but she's not out of danger yet."

I don't know how to respond. I don't know what to say to that.

All I can do is nod numbly, trying to process the words as if they'll somehow make this feel better, make the terror inside me subside.

But they don't. Nothing will.

Liliana's life hangs in the balance, and I am powerless to do anything about it.

"Where are my children?" I ask, my voice rough, a plea in my throat.

"They're fine," the doctor assures me. "We're keeping a close eye on the babies as well. They're stable for now, but we'll need to keep monitoring them."

I close my eyes, feeling a wave of relief wash over me, but it's short-lived. The panic rises again when I remember the gunshot, the blood, the fact that my children, my children, are still in her.

I can't breathe.

"Liliana," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion, my hand trembling as I gently touch her face, running my thumb over her cheek.

She doesn't respond, but I don't care. I just need her to know I'm here. "Please, baby, please don't leave me. We have a future, we have so much to look forward to."

I sit by her side for hours, my mind racing, my heart broken, my body shaking as I wait for any sign of life, any word from the doctors that will tell me she's going to be okay.

But as the night drags on, all I can do is hold her hand, whisper my promises to her, and pray that she'll pull through.

I've never prayed in my life, but for her, for us, for our children, this is the one thing I'll do, the only thing I can do.

"Please, Liliana, don't leave me."

I don't know how much time has passed, but I don't care. All I know is that I need her. I need her more than I've ever needed anyone.

And if I lose her, I'll never be the same.