Married to the Mafia Boss

Chapter 9

Giovanni's POV

I watch in silent horror as Benji goes completely limp in my arms. "Fuck." I mutter. "LIAM! GO FASTER!" I order my driver.

"I'm going as fast as I safely can, Sir." he grits out.

"Please." I beg him. "Please, I can't lose him." I cradle Benji close to me.

"You won't, sir." Liam says softly, glancing at me in the mirror. "Declan has been notified so he'll be waiting."

"Good." I grit, trying to keep my wits around me.

We pull up to the house, and sure enough, Declan has a stretcher waiting just inside the door. I gently maneuver us out of the car and set Benji on the stretcher.

"What am I dealing with?" Dec asks as we wheel him toward the clinic.

"Well, I can see the broken nose, but who knows how many other bones are broken." I say sadly. "He was assaulted twice as well. I can only assume Carter was rough about it."

"Understood." Declan says, grabbing his instruments. "Go wait in the waiting area. I'll call you back when he's ready."

"Okay." I sigh, stroking Benji's hair softly. "I can't lose him, Dec."

"I know." He says. "You found love, finally. I won't let you lose him." He nods.

"Thank you." I say softly as I walk back to the waiting area. I feel out of it until I feel someone sit down next to me. I look and see Isaac.

"Here." He holds out a clean shirt for me to change into.

I change shirts and look back at him. "I can't lose him, Isaac." I whisper.

"I know." He says softly. "And you won't. Dec is a great doctor."

"Someone talking about me?" Declan asks as he comes out into the waiting area.

"Hey, Dec." I stand up quickly. "So, what's the news?"

"Good news is there's no sign of a concussion. He's just exhausted." He smiles softly. "His nose was broken, as was his zygomatic bones on both sides." He sighs. "His jaw has some hairline fractures, and he has three broken ribs. His wrists and ankles are strained as well. I've got all his wounds bandaged and cleaned."

"That fucking monster." I grit. "Good thing he's dead."

"You killed him?" Declan looks at me.

"Joint effort." I shrug. "I emptied my clip in his torso. Benji shot him in the head with Isaac's gun before we left."

"Good." Declan says harshly. "Now..." He sighs heavily. "You said he was sexually assaulted, which matches my findings. He will need bed rest for several days."

"As long as he will be okay." I whisper. "Can I see him?"

"Yes." Declan nods. "Follow me."

I follow him back into the clinic to Benji's room. I inhale a soft gasp as I see him laying on the bed. His face heavily bandaged, his wrists and ankles wrapped up. There's barely any piece of his face that isn't purple.

"Oh, Benji." I whisper. I look up at Declan. "How long will he be out?"

"A few hours, maybe." He sighs. "It depends on how much time he needs."

I sit next to his bed and look at him. "I'll wait."

"I figured." Declan says softly. "I'll have Leo bring down some food for you. If Benji wakes up tonight, we'll make him some soup."

"Thank you." I say, not taking my eyes off of Benji. I'm aware that Isaac sits next to me, but I don't look at him. "I love him, Isaac." I whisper.

"I know." He says softly.