Five Star Hotel

37. Promised

I'm so sorry that this update took forever to get out. I just really didn't know how to end it. Well anyways, this is the last chapter but it's not the last chapter. I'll post a few more that will all take place in the future.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

It was driving me insane. I tossed and turned, trying to get away from the annoying beep. Finally I opened my eyes. The beeping was still there.

It was the heart monitor by my bed. The hospital bed. Why was I in the hospital?

It took me a few minutes before I remembered what happened. Nick kidnapped me, then Angela got shot. She died. My cousin died trying to save me.

I pushed through the thoughts, not ready to cry yet. Not ready to feel the pain. I was still in denial. I couldn't accept the fact that she died.

Nick hurt my head. He hit me with his gun as I tried to unlock the door. That's why my head was wrapped in a bandage right now. That's why I had a headache.

Then Dante. Dante got shot because of me. He was trying to save me but got shot instead. I could clearly remember him lying on the floor as I picked up a gun and shot. One man fell because of me. Did I kill him? I had no idea, but I chose to believe that I didn't. He was just hurt.

Nick shot my shoulder, which was why it was wrapped up, and in pain. I could barely even move it.

He had me. He could have shot me and killed me, but Silvio shot him. Why would Silvio save me after what happened between us?

I needed to know what happened to Dante first. He could not die. He promised me that he wouldn't die. He said everything would be ok.

"You're finally awake." I heard Silvio say. He sat there in a fresh suit, unscratched. "I've been sitting here for hours. The nurse said you'd be fine, but I was beginning to question it."

"Where's Dante?" I asked.

Silvio ignored my question. "How is your arm? Mine is healing."

"Where's Dante?" I asked again. I sounded like a broken record.

"I just wanted to make sure you understood that you can not tell any of this to anyone. Ever. I'll bring the paperwork in later for you to sign, agreeing. You can not say what happened to your cousin or Nick. We will have to make something up.

"And by the way, we're even." He added.

"Even?" I asked, having trouble processing all of this.

"You helped me get rid of Nick, and I saved your life. We are even. I don't like you which is why I don't want to owe you anything, and I have a feeling that you don't want to be in debt with me either. Am I right?"

He was more than right. "Yes."

"Good." Silvio stood up from his chair.

"Where's Dante?" I asked again.

Silvio stopped for a second to look at me. Then he silently pointed up, before walking out. The look on his face made my heart drop.

Up? Up as in heaven? Dante was dead? He died?

"No." I mumbled. I couldn't breath. Dante couldn't die. He promised me. "No. No. No." I couldn't hold back my tears.

I pulled the IV out of my arm and sat up. It hurt but I ignored it. Not only did he die, but he died saving me. Saying you'd take a bullet for someone and actually doing it are two different things. He did it. He took the bullet.