Star Cross Lovers with Guns

Chapter 37

Gianluca's P.O.V

"Fionia!" It feels like I lost all the air in my chest as I watch her body fly into the air before landing harshly on the ground besides the metropolitan. For a second I forgot about everything. I forgot about my father. I forgot about our mafia's hatred towards each other. I forgot about our war. The only thing that matters in this moment is her.

Jumping out of the sun roof, I trip a little as my feet his the ground but that doesn't stop em from running towards the love of my life. I ignore the calls of protests from my father. I ignore my friends telling me to come back. Truth is. I was on no on sides when this happened. I was on my own side. It has the girl that I love and that's all that I care about.

Sliding besides her limb body, I carefully place my hands on my face. Her eyes are open as she blinks multiple times. She doesn't seem to see me and when I touch her body she doesn't flinch. She's limb. Tears form in my eyes as a sob leaves my lips. My hands reach her face as I look down at her. "Please Nia! Please don't die!" I cry putting her head in my hands as I run my fingers threw her hair.

"Please Fionia! I love you!" I hiccup and sniff as the sound of footsteps grow louder from behind me. "You promised me that you would never leave me! Please don't! Fight for us baby! I love you! Don—"

"Get the fuck away from her!" Ricky yells as he pushes me away from Fionia. Her friends come running towards us while Keith heads towards my girl.

"This is you fault!" A girl with curly dark brown hair yells at me. I believe her name is Sarah.

"Piccolo bastardo! (You little bastard)" The girl with blond hair yells at me. I think she's Isabella. "Spero che tu marcisca all'inferno! Tu piccolo non va bene ragazzo! (I hope you rot in hell! You little no good boyfriend!)" She says in Italian while slapping me across the face.

"It should have been you!" The venom in Isabella's voice makes me cringe slightly, but it's soon taken away as she punches me in the jaw.

"You better not visit her! I'm positive when she wakes up, she'll dump your sorry ass. If she doesn't, then you better find ways of making it up to her!" Sarah begins to pull Isabella away who is still swearing in Italian.

"If Nia doesn't break up with you, you better treat her right because she doesn't give second chances to just anyone." Ricky hisses while pointing his index finger into my chest.

"Rick! We need to go!" Keith calls. Without another word, Ricky turns around and races towards the truck.

I'm about to run after him when a pair of hands clamps onto my shoulders. They pull me back as I try everything in my power to move forwards. "Let me go! She needs me!" I shout as I try to get free from their tight hold.

"Calm down man. You need to leave her." Massimo says in a surprisingly calm voice.

"Besides. She'll die. There's no way she'll be able to live after that." Dad says with a giant smile on his face.

Pushing out of their grip, I shove my father. "Why dad?"

My father hands me a dark look but I don't back down. "Because once she's dead he lovely father will break—which includes her mafia. That's when I step in and take of their mob becoming the strongest mafia in all of Montreal." He chuckles at his amazing plan before staring over at the speeding truck. "It's all too easy."

"You're willing to kill someone and making their family break all for a stupid mafia!" Anger boils within me as I have the sudden urge to punch my father in the face. I can't believe what I'm hearing. He would willing kill the woman I love and make her family suffer all to get power. How fucking selfish.

"You better fucking believe it! It's all about power! Now," He pushes me into the front seat of the car I was once in. "let's get home and party!" He cheers before slamming the door and walking back to his car. I couldn't hold it in anymore.

Yelling at the top of my lungs, I clench my fist and smash the window besides me. The feeling of the glass slashing into my knuckles sting for a seconds but it doesn't bother me. Fionia has been in worse pain. Brother glass litters the inside of the car as tears roll down my cheeks.

The feeling of the car moving causes me to smash my hand on the dashboard. "I should be with her!" I roar. "Stop the fucking car Massimo! I need to see her! She can't die!"

"Calm down Luc!" Massimo says taking a different exit.

"Where are we going?" I ask, wiping away my tears with my non injured hand.

"To the hospital." Massimo quickly slams the gas pedal as we race towards the hospital.