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—No, we must go out.
"We already did it, love," he puts his hands against the steering wheel, "please, when you wake up, you'll be safe, in my arms." I promise.
I move to the other seat, letting him take control of the vehicle, I recline my seat, the ones in the back compose themselves and I notice that David and Tamara are unconscious.
—I don't want to die...
—You won't,principessa.
—Give me your hand, please, please.
I say no more, he holds her tightly and I focus on the ribbons in our hands. Trust makes us understand that we have been together since destiny put us on the same path, put us that way to take care of each other, to heal and learn from each other.
To not give up, because now we had a reason to continue living.
I had not realized everything I had been able to do until this moment, I am a lady, a cruel lady who dominates with a simple look and I do not regret it, however, I feel that I should rest.
I close my eyes, my breathing becomes calm.
I sleep with only one idea in my head, I have a reason to continue fighting and living.
My reason is him.
My reason is Salvatore Marino.
CHAPTER 20
MY MAFIA LADY
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Salvatore
We treated his wounds as best we could, Adam was here with his medical team to care for us since we arrived from Apulia. The house was full of bodyguards, maids and nurses who came and went with whatever Adam or his companion requested. The first thing that worried me was Emily, then my brothers and I had them attend to my escorts who could also be in danger for health reasons.
I had bruises that I don't hesitate to cover with the ointment so that they disappear, there are other wounds where I have bands so that they don't get infected and when I finish getting ready I get ready to leave and go to David's room. My girl is healing him, helping one of the nurses heal all his wounds. Our friend was not abused, he was nowhere near being abused, but we arrived in due time so that no one would lay a hand on him and end up causing him more harm than they had already done to him.
I make the nurse take her time bringing out pills, bandages, gauze, and other medical supplies while I place my hand on my wife's shoulder. I kiss her cheek, she has light scratches on her face, she slept for a whole day while I was in charge of healing her since we arrived. His fingers have cuts, most of the lines are red from the scabs enveloping his skin.
-Did you have breakfast?
—Yes, I did it here, David was babbling some things that I couldn't understand.
"He needs time, he had a big impact and because of the blows his whole body is tired," he said sternly, looking at his best friend's lax body. I don't want you to spend all your time awake, you should also rest, what you did a day ago was too much for you, you're not used to it.
—Are you surprised?
I crouch next to her, putting my hands against her thighs, I put my fingers in the red flowered skirt, I touch her skin and with my eyes I outline the curvature of her breasts that forms above the simple black strapless top.
—Quite, I was quite surprised by everything you did, it was amazing,principessa.
—I know, but I try not to think about it too much.
-Because? You should feel proud of your performance.
—I know, it's just that every time I remember it I get excited and I think that... I'm finally someone Salvatore, a girl who fought, someone who fought regardless of whether she died or not because I wanted... To be free, I wanted to show myself to "I thought I could be someone of power." I take his hand in mine. That I can grow, that I am not small, that I am not someone who can step on anyone.
"Of course you're not, you never have been, you've always been someone who could put everyone under your command because you have the ability to make people follow you without looking for it," I urged her. Inside me there was a lot to say, but the time would come. You made the people who were under the command of the Rinaldi follow you without hesitation, when they could have easily killed you. Not only that Emily, you always knew how to make the children, the parents of those children or the teachers follow your orders or even your ideas.
