82: debts and promises

Pov: Andre

She roused awake on the second day enough for Benito to announce that she had no concussion but still needed some rest.

She slept throughout the second day and third day, waking up only when she had to eat or use the bathroom.

I never left her side. Never paid attention to anything going on except her. I left Leon in charge of the mafia while I took care of her, knowing that the syndicate was safe in his hands.

I'd been reduced to a worried and possessive bulldog, prancing around her bed, hovering around her and snapping angrily at anyone that tries to get close.

My heart had been burned to nothing but soot and char a long time ago. But when I looked at her, what was left of my blood pumping organ seemed to ache for her.

Gustavo Fiori.

She couldn't even sleep with the lights off because of that motherfucker.

When I wasn't pacing about the room, I would stare at her, an emotion bubbling in my stomach. Darker than rage and fiercer than the need for retribution. I wanted to t