Chapter 58
“Dante. No. Hubby! She screamed before swimming toward the explosion.
The shock of the freezing river
past
rstole her breath, but she didn’t stop. The wreckage in
from the explosion rained down around her, sharp metal slicing
Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Every second that passed was another second closer to losing him
No. No. No.
She forced her arms to move, kicking hard, her vision blurred by water. She dove back down, eyes darting wildly in the darkness. The water was too murky, too black. She couldn’t see.
Where is he?! Her lungs screamed for air. She burst to the surface, gasping, panic clawing at her throat.
“D–DANTE! Her voice cracked a little
No response.
The river was swallowing everything, burning pieces of cars that were hitting the water. He’s here. He has to be here. She thought, and then her heart stopped
A lifeless figure, half–submerged in water, was caught against the rocks near the riverbank.
“Danie” She swa
swam harder toward him.
Her fingers clawed at his body. She desperately holds him while taking him to the shore. His warm blood seeped through his soaked shirt, staining her hands as she pulled him to her.
His body was too heavy for her to lift. But she still tried her best to drag him near the bush. “Dante, wake up!” Her voice broke as she pressed her Trembling hands to his face, his skin ice–cold beneath her touch.
He had a bleeding wound on his head. He must have hit his head on that stone. Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps. The panic inside her was suffocating her. She pressed her ear against his chest. His heart was still beating. But it was very faint.
“Oh God, no, no, no.”
She immediately gripped his shoulders, shaking him violently. “Husband, wake up! Open your damn eyes! Do you hear me?!”
Nothing.
She bit back a scream, her hands trembling as she cupped his bloodied face. Tears formed in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall” Nothing has happened to you. Dante Romano, Don’t you dare fucking scare me. I swear to God, if you die on me, I’ll bring you back and kill you myself!”
His body was too sull. It felt like he wasn’t even breathing. She softly pulled his head a little. Placing it softly on her lap. She slammed her hands against his chest, but it wasn’t strong enough. She felt like all the energy drained away from her body.” Focus, Elara” She said to herself before trying again. Slammed her hand against his chest. One. Two Three.
“Come on. hubby. Come back to me, please,” She said before pressing her lips to his, giving CPR.
Agai
“Breathe, damn it!”
She crushed her hands against his chest, forcing air into his lungs, her pulse hammering so fast it hurt. Her lips trembled as she pressed another breath into him, her heart datering with every second that passed.
“You don’t get to leave me! Husband, do you hear me?! You are mine, Dante Romano! MINE!” She screamed. Tears burned down her face.
“Please please her voice cracked. She leaned down, pressing her forehead to his, her tears slipping down onto his skin. “I will do anything – Just please come back to me, love”
Her hands curled into his soaking shirt, her entire body shaking. She rocked over lüm, desperately.
“I can’t. I can’t live without you. Her body is trembling.” I need you” The words tumbled out before she could stop them.
Her chest heaved as she pulled back, searching his face for any sign of life. The water dripped from his lashes, his skin cold beneath her touch “1 hate you.” She whispered, “I hate you for making me feel this way Saying so, she slapped him hard.
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A broken sob ripped from her throat, her nails digging into his skin. “You can’t leave me, Dante Romano.” Her voice was h emotion. “I won’t let you
was hoarse, cracked with
I love you, damn at 1 fucking love your” She said in her mind.
ill forgive you if you open your eyes for me hubby” She said.
She raised her shaking hand and slapped him again. Hard, “Wake up!” Another slags. And another. Her voice cracker. “You don’t get to do this to me! You don’t get to leave me, do you hear me?!”
She raised her hand again.
But this time, a strong grip caught her wrist in midair.
Dante’s fingers wrapped around her trembling hand, his grip weak but still firm enough to hold her back.
“What the bell, woman?!” His voice was hoarse, raspy, but laced with something incredulous. Your husband is dying here, and you, fucking psychopaths slapping metr
He coughed, his body shaking from the effort, but that didn’t stop him from glaring at her
“Do you want to kill your husband, woman!!” He practically barked at her, his usual deadly dominance cracked by the sheer frustration of having his wife beat the shit out of him while he was half–dead
A loud, choked sob wrenched from her throat the moment her husband opened his eyes. The wall she had so desperately built to hold herself together shattered into dust.
She
was trembling, fucking trying, to hold herself together, to breathe, to act like the fearless, strong woman she always was. But the second she saw him move, groan breathe..
It was over.
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Big, fat, messy tears spilled from her eyes as she collapsed into herself, hugging her knees to her chest like a heartbroken child. Her body shook violently, her breath hiccupping, her sobs was loud.
Danie blinked.
Frowned
Panicked.
What the—” He tried to sit up, but pain abot through his body like a motherfucker. He let out a low groan, feeling the sting of his wound Great.
But that? That was nothing compared to the absolute disaster happening in front
Elara his beautiful fire–breathing wife was crying her heart out like a damn baby.
She was a complete mess
ia damn nstrathon.
Tears streaming down her face. Shoulders shaking like a damn caraquake. Breath choppy, as if she’d just run a
processing. Then, despite the searing pain, a smirk twitched on his lips.
Dante blinked again, p
“The fuck, woman” His voice was hoarse, teasing, but still carrying his signature edge. “I nearly die, and you’re the one losing your shit?” Elura snapped her head up while glaring at him.
she sniffled, hiccupping in between subs. “I thought you were fucking dead, you asshole!”
Dante let out a low, amused chuckle. He groaned, pressing a hand against his wound. Goddamn, it hurt. But watching her like this! His heart did something weird in his chest.
His fearless mafia queen, his women, the crying, trembling mess all because of him. And fuck that did something to him:
On one hand, his wife was completely breaking down, sobbing like her entire world had collapsed
On the other she looked fucking adorable.
into herself like a small, furious kitten.
Ther big, tear–filled eyes, the way her nose tried red, the way the curled into t
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He almost fucking smiled.
the but h
Almost, because the second he did, she
“You bastard” she sniffled angrily, pounding her fists against his chest,
Dante hissed, still weak from the blood loss, “Shit, woman! I just survived a goddamn explosion, and you’re trying to finish the jobur
Elara gasped “I should kill you! You reckless, arrogant, stupid-“Her voice broke again, and just like that, her anger melted back into devastation.
“Come here.” His voice dropped, coaxing her.
Elara shook her head aggressively, rubbing her face like a frustrated child. “N–No. I lute you. I hate you so much!”
Dante smirked, raising an eyebrow. That so! Seems to me like you’re madly in love, wife”
“Shut the fuck up” she wailed, smacking his chest, not gently.
Dante winced. “Fucking hell, woman—”
Another hit
And another.
Until she wasn’t even hitting anymore but crashing into him.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, her entire body pressing against his, holding him so tightly it was as if she was trying
Her fingers dug into his back, clawing at him, desperately.
“Thate you! I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!” She sobbed against his shoulder, her voice muffled but fierce.
to mold herself into his
Dante exhaled a harsh, pained breath, his body weakening, but his arms slowly, shakily came up to wrap around her.
“Liar” His voice was barely above a whisper. Elara shook against him. “Don’t you dare die on me, Dante” Her voice broke. “Don’t y dare. His breath hitched. His free hand curled around the back of her head, fingers threading through her damp hair, grounding her.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, wife. She broke into another cry
“There, there. His voice mocked her, but there was warmth behind it. “Cry it out, baby girl. Let it all out
Elara sniffled loudly, still hiccupping. “You’re such an asshole.”
Dante grinned, pressing a lazy kiss to her hair. “I know, love.”
She let out a shaky exhale, her body still trembling
‘re an idiot. Her voice was muttled against his chest. Hmm” He had never felt more alive.
“You’re an
Elara realized one thing if Dante Romano, her lawful wedded husband, had died tonight,
So would she.
‘t you fucking
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