Don Corleone [Michael Corleone] DISCONTINUED

Chapter Twenty Three

Everything moved so fast that Fiona's mind couldn't wrap her head around what was going on.

Before, she couldn't breathe as her assaulter was choking her to death. A minute later though, she was free to breathe again and a heavy weight was off of Fiona.

As she managed to stand on her feet, she saw Michael who tackled the man off of her, punching the man repeatedly.

However, the man managed to take advantage and it was his time to beat Michael too.

Michael was in a tight situation and Fiona needed to help. She grabbed the pocket knife off the floor and jumped on the assaulter, pressing the knife to his neck, moving her hand swiftly to slit his throat.

She immediately got off of the man and laid on the side beside him, breathing in heavily.

Before she knew it though, Michael was by her side. "Fay...Fiona, are you alright?" His tongue was dripping with concern as he got Fiona to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

Michael expected Fiona to cry and panic, instead, he was met with a calm Fiona who did not cry but shook slightly. "He said he had a message for me, he said; 'say Hello to Roberto on the other side.'"

Instantly Michael knew who sent that man after Fiona.

Throughout the night, Michael and Fiona were out of the house trying to do whatever that'll distract both of them of the incident that happened while their "bodyguards" were cleaning up the mess back at their place.

Michael was also on guard, in case someone else tried to target himself or Fiona.

Fiona was smiling and laughing, making jokes while they were walking in the crowd, even staring at the stars when it was the two of them lying down in an empty green field.

Michael however, wished Fiona would stop faking that she was okay. He wanted her to cry in his arms, he wanted to feel like he could really protect her, at least if she did that, he would feel like he did something.

"Fiona, are you alright?" He finally asked, propping himself up with his elbows while he leaned closer to her body.

"I'm alright, Michael." Fiona said as she looked up at his face. "No Fiona, you don't have to hide it from me." Michael said, almost in a whisper.

Fiona chuckled before she let her hand travel up his shirt, "Oh Michael, trust me. After my brother's death I don't think much'll scare me."

Michael suddenly was at lost for words, he didn't know what to say to her. Instead, he tried to read the emotions her eyes tried to emit without her knowledge.

Michael always knew that the eyes never lied.

So he searched her eyes deeply. All he could take in that she was being sincere in what she said but there was more to it, something confusing and something he couldn't put his finger on.

"Michael..." Fiona propped herself up to face him. Their eyes never roamed anywhere else, they were deeply entranced in one another. "Yes, Fay?"

"Do you think you love me?"

"Yes, Fay. I think I love you very much."