The Mafia and Its Angel (Under Editing)

(18) Saviour

(1st edit: 12.18.18)

Mila's POV

I'm startled as I hear gun shots resonating down the hall, nearing my cell. All of a sudden my cell door is thrown open and a lot of men pile in. I cover my stomach and cower away from the means they come closer and I start to cry.

"Bebita?"

I hear a soft strangely familiar voice reverberate from the door.

"She's in here boss."

A man says with a strangled voice as if someone was cutting off his air supply. I hear loud footsteps racing down the hall till a hand touches my shoulder.

"Stay away!"

I scream in fear. The hand retracts from my shoulder as I someone say in a weak voice that is full of worry

"Everyone leave us."

There it was again. That voice that makes my heart race and makes me feel safe and warm.

"It's me Amelia. It's just me angel. Please look at me."

The voice says and I shake my head slightly until I feel his gentle fingers trace circles on my back.

"You aren't going to hurt me?"

I ask softly, my voice barley even audible to my own ears. Yet he heard me. The man groans as if it pained him to hear me utter those words.

"Princessa, I would never ever hurt you. Not even if it would save my life."

He says and I turn to face the man who's voice is from my dreams. I turn and see the man from my many dreams, my boyfriend. Thomas, has come to save me from my tormentor. I start to cry.

"Thomas?"

My heart swells when he smiles and nods.

"Yes angel its me."

He says softly and I throw myself at him. He catches me easily and holds me flush against his body while he rubs my back as I weep into his shoulder.

"I knew you'd come save me. But what if the demon comes back and sees you here? He will hurt you! You have to leave!"

I yell. Thomas shakes his head.

"I am NOT leaving you ever again. Where you are, I stay."

He says and holds me tighter.

"But I don't want you to get hurt. Especially because of me."

Thomas smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Dont worry abut me bebita. The only person who's going to get hurt is the one who hurt you."

I smile and lean more into him.

"I missed you so much Amelia. It hurt knowing you were in pain and pregnant."

I raise my eyes to meet his.

"How'd you know I was pregnant?"

I ask softly while he smiles.

"Well the baby bump is pushing against my stomach love."

I smile.

"I could just be fat."

Thomas shakes his head.

"I know that whoever was keeping you here hasn't fed you. The bruises prove that, but ultimately I knew from the picture I received of you a few weeks ago."

He says sadly and I look at him with confusion.

"What picture?"

I ask and he shakes his head.