TONY: Book 1 of The De Luca Brothers Series [COMPLETED]

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Shouting. Banging. Stretcher. Darkness.

When I wake up to find myself in a cold, white hospital with the prominent smell of cleaning chemicals, anyone could understand my panic. I surged forward, my chest heaving whilst screaming in protest, my head thumps thickly and my vision gets invaded by white sploches. I blink slowly, the skull feeling like fifty pounds; I slowly lower myself down, the harsh pain bitch lapping me into next seconds.

My limbs feel like hell, my muscles feel torn to shreds and lit alight, my bones feel broken and bruised whilst my head- my head feels like hammers are continuously thumping at the inner walls, bouncing back at my brain.

"Zachary," he whispers hoarsely, causing my heart to leap.

It's him, god I hope I'm not dreaming. I heavily turn my head to the left of me, my already struggled breath catching in my throat. Thick tears well up in my eyes as I stare at Tony's beautiful face, his thick lashes heightening his cheekbones as his pouty lips are pulled in a thin line, thick brows furrowed with worry as his usual bronzed complexion seems to be lacking, paling in comparison to the tone I love.

"To—" I cough, the sudden movement jolting my sides, creating spasms painfully running through my torso. I wheeze and grip onto his hand, crying out. He reciprocates and easily takes my death grip, looking at me with worry. Silently he presses the big, red button to my side, probably calling in a doctor.

"We're at the mansion," he clarifies. "I-I'm so sorry. God I'm such an idiot, thinking about my brother and not you! Please forgive me, I-I promise I'll never leave your side again."

"Tony," I croak. "I love you."

He purses his lips, "Are you sure?"

I roll my eyes, even that hurts. The doctor rushes in and smile at me, "Ah, I'm happy to see you awake." He whips out a needle and injects it into the drip I didn't realise was next to me, along with my heart monitor and whatnot. All that cool stuff from Grey's Anatomy. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got beat by my stepdad," I try to joke, however I wince at even speaking. "Where's Morgan?"

"College," Tony whispers. "I couldn't bring her here. I promised her I'd give her a call once you woke up."

"Oh."

"'Oh' indeed," the doctor agrees. "You have a broken nose, concussion, broken ribs and some internal bleeding we were able to stop. Your entire body is bruised and you managed to pull a lot of muscles."

"When can I move?"

"I'm going to advise you remain bed ridden for a week before completing small excursions, such as walking. Build it up from there, don't take it too quick because that could worsen your injuries."

Toro remains quiet, tracing my face as if seeing it for the first time. His intense gaze causes doubt to flicker in my stomach, "Do I have something on my face?"

"No," he responds, the doctor leaving. "I just can't believe I almost lost you."

"I take more than an old man to kill me," I jest. "What happened to him anyway?"

"Imprisoned."

"Shame," I mutter. "I wanted to kill that son or a bitch."

"Oh yeah?" Tony grins. "I think I've rubbed off too much on you. I'm the violent one, you're the calm one."

I cock my brow.

"Most of the time."

I smile in agreement, squeezing my hand, "I care about you."

"Ditto," he whispers before groaning. "This would be the perfect time for reunion sex."

I smirk, facing aching but I can't help myself, "Reunion sex?"

"Yeah," he mutters something under his breath. "I'd make it really good too."

"You always make it good."

"I know," he rolls his eyes. "I was thinking of spicing it up a bit."

"Spicing what up a bit?" Asks Gufo walking through the door. "I hope you're not talking about sex, 'cause you look like death."

"Watch it," grumbles Toro.

"Thanks the compliment," I sass. "We we're talking about making a curry, y'know, 'cause we're not all holy like you."

Toro snorts and mutters, "Bull." I cast him a sharp look before setting my gaze once again on Gufo. "You good?"

"I should be asking you that," he frowns. "I'm deeply troubled you see, since I'm the implicit reason for your... misfortune."

"It's okay," I attempt a shrug. "You didn't know."

"Cheers," he sighs. "But my guilt is still so... intense. My heart beats full of sorrow and grief due to your grotes—misfortunate straight! Allow me to make it up to you via ordering a lot of pizza, junk food, you name it!"

"Uh, Okay?"

"Brilliant!" He cheers, jumping before sprinting out of the room.

"He got laid," mutters Toro.

"Doesn't he get laid everyday?" I wonder curiously.

"Not ever since he saw that stripper; she must have finally cracked and gave in. Poor girl, doesn't know what's coming for her," Tony complains.

"Hey! I'm fine aren't I?" I 'smile'.

"Maybe you are, but with Il Gufo you never know what happens."