~Chapter 80~
ROO
My nonna’s low sobs were slowing reducing as we were led over to a room in the hospital wing of the mansion.
Katya had been dismissed by Antonio, who seed to really dislike her presence since the day he told I was getting obsessed.
My back hurt from the smack my nonna had delivered, and I still tried to discreetly move from Antonio’s helping hand.
The high-pitched doctor hastily opened the door, and Antonio guided to the bed, helping settle into the white sheets in the middle of the room.
The scent of antiseptic and dication filled my nostrils, but I was used to it.
My nonna maneuvered her wheelchair to the side of the door, her eyes now fixed on with a mix of concern and... sothing else, pain?
Or anger?
Antonio noticed struggling to remove my white shirt, after pulling off the suit blazer, and he stepped in to assist .
His fingers swiftly helped out of the shirt, and as it fell off, the cool air touched my bare skin.
The bullet wound on my back was a ss, blood and sweat soaking through the fabric and dripping onto the floor.
The sight of it made wonder back to how close Katya had been to death.
Had her bastard father truly intended to kill her, or was this so twisted test—expecting to intervene?
The doctor walked over to us with her dical tools, her hands shaking slightly as she began pulling out the bullet.
Her focus was solely on the task at hand. She looked new, but I knew without telling that she must have gone through a series of interrogations and tests from Antonio for her to be working here.
The bullet wound stung a lot, but it wasn’t my first ti being shot at. This was just another normal day.
I gritted my teeth, trying not to focus on the pain. I needed to find out what the reason was for that sniper shot.
Was it aid for Katya’s death—which would be surprising—or was it ant for sothing else?
I needed answers, and I needed them fast.
My gaze drifted to the side, where my nonna sat quietly, her eyes fixed on her hands. Between her fingers was an object I knew too well.
She held my father’s ring, the Salvatore family ring, caressing it softly while she locked eyes with .
And for that split second, I saw how deeply in pain she was. I couldn’t bear looking into her eyes.
Quickly, I looked away, not wanting to revisit the mories that lingered behind that ring, that day, nor the pain it left.
But that godforsaken day was etched in my mory like a scar—which it was. I’d lost a part of myself, a part that would never be regained.
My humanity.
That ring, a symbol of our family’s legacy, had once belonged to my father.
As the Salvatore family ring, it was ant to be passed down through generations of leaders—every leader has one as soon as they’re born, and in death, it was supposed to be buried with them.
But my nonna had begged to keep it, to hold onto sothing that had belonged to her son before he died.
I had agreed, despite knowing it was forbidden, driven by my own grief too. I had just lost my parents.I was barely fifteen at the ti, and my emotions were raw.
The disagreent with my uncles had been fierce, and in the heat of the mont, I’d killed one of them for daring to insult my father’s mory, calling him weak for dying.
I’d been consud by rage and grief, and in that mont, I’d drawn a line – disrespecting my parents would never be tolerated.
There were many things I could tolerate, but disrespecting my parents was a death note, and I’d made a statent.
Antonio watched the doctor closely as she began extracting the bullet; he stood rigid, as if this was the first ti this had happened.
The old man should take a rest... "Fuck!" I hissed before I could even finish my thoughts.
For fuck’s sake, sothing pierced my flesh right where the doctor was removing the bullet. It hurt so damn much, like a thousand needles stabbing my spine.
"Oh my God!" The doctor’s gasp of shock echoed through the room, and Antonio swiftly moved to her side.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his face pale. "What the..." his voice trailed off.
I was confused, unsure what was happening, but the pain was escalating, fast!
What the hell was happening in my back?
"Ahhh" Before I knew it, a scream tore from my lips as sothing began to move deeper inside my back, tearing flesh and muscle.
The agony was indescribable, and I felt my world spinning out of control.
"What the hell is going on?" I barely managed to exclaim, the pain rendering almost paralyzed.
The room spun around , and I felt myself hitting the hard floor with a thud.
My hands instinctively reached out to break my fall, but they banged against the cold tiles, sending shockwaves of pain through my arms.
"Roo!" Two voices shouted in unison – my nonna’s frantic cry and Antonio’s urgent call.
Antonio swiftly scooped up, his grip firm as he lifted back onto the bed. His sharp blue eyes blazed with anger as he turned to the doctor.
"What the hell was that?" he demanded, echoing what was on my mind.
The doctor stuttered, clearly confused, like us. "I-I don’t know... I’ve never seen anything like this before."
My nonna worriedly wheeled herself closer to us. "We need to take him for imdiate surgery. This bullet isn’t normal; we can’t afford to wait."
Antonio didn’t let her finish or elaborate more about this abnormal bullet. The damned old man scooped up like a fucking princess from the bed and rushed out of the room with the doctor in tow.
My head spun, and my body felt ten tis heavy, like lead, struggling to keep my eyes open, but my vision began to blur.
I caught a glimpse of my nonna’s panicked face before my eyes rolled back, and everything went dark.
I lost consciousness.
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