Lila The room is too quiet when I wake.Not the kind of quiet that soothes but the kind that leaves you alone with your thoughts, with the hum of machines and the echo of memory.At first, I think I’ve dreamed it all.The gunshots.The chaos.The pain.But then I move, just slightly and fire shoots through my side.I suck in a sharp breath.The bandages are tight around my waist and hip, thick enough to make it feel like I’m being held together by gauze and stubbornness.I turn my head slowly. Luca isn’t here.His absence makes the room feel colder.I blink at the pale ceiling, trying to force the tears back. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry again. Not when I made it through the worst. Not when I lived.But surviving isn’t the same as healing.And right now, everything feels broken.A soft knock comes at the door before it opens a crack.Anna steps in first, holding a small bouquet of wildflowers in her arms.She hesitates when she sees me awake.“I… didn’t mean to wake you,” she say
LucaThe room was quiet now.Lila had finally drifted back to sleep, her hand still cradled in mine like even in her dreams she was reaching for me.Her face looked peaceful too peaceful, considering how close I came to losing her just hours ago.I should have pulled away. I should have let her rest.But I couldn’t.Not yet.Not when the echo of her cries, her blood-soaked clothes, and the helplessness in my own hands was still screaming in my skull.I rose from the chair, slow and quiet, careful not to disturb her.One last look at her sleeping face, and I stepped out of the hospital room, closing the door gently behind me.Enzo was waiting down the hall. His jacket was off, his sleeves rolled up, and the tension in his jaw told me he was barely holding it together either.“They found something,” he said before I could even speak. “Camera footage from the perimeter.”I nodded once, already moving. “Walk.”We stepped into the private elevator reserved for VIP patients. One of the few
LilaIt felt like surfacing through a thick fog.At first, there was only darkness warm and heavy, pressing down on me like a weighted blanket I couldn’t shove off.Then I started to hear things.A low, rhythmic beeping.The hush of voices somewhere behind a curtain.And over all of it, the quiet, labored sound of my own breathing.I tried to open my eyes, but it felt like they were glued shut.Panic fluttered in my chest.Was I still in the house?Was Luca safe?Was Gabriel. Gabriel.The thought of my son cut through the fog like a blade.My heart kicked, sending a jolt of pain radiating through my side.I sucked in a shallow breath, trying to force my eyes open again.“Lila.”It was Luca’s voice rough and hoarse and impossibly close.I tried to turn my head toward him, but something tugged at my arm.“Don’t move,” he murmured. His palm was warm against the back of my hand. “You’re okay.”I finally managed to crack my eyes open.The lights above me were dim, but everything still loo
LucaI don’t remember getting out of the SUV.One second, the medic was yelling that she needed a trauma team ready; the next, I was stumbling after the gurney as they wheeled her through the automatic doors.Everything blurred together voices over the intercom, the antiseptic tang of hospital air, the squeal of wheels on polished linoleum.“Sir, you have to stay back,” someone said, but I couldn’t seem to make my legs stop moving.Lila’s head lolled to the side, her face the color of paper.“Lila,” I rasped, reaching for her.A nurse gently pushed my hand away. “Please, sir. We need space.”“Don’t leave her,” I croaked. “Don’t let her”“She’s in good hands,” the nurse said, and though her voice was soft, it was also firm.They swept her through a set of doors marked TRAUMA, and I was left standing there, the silence after the doors slammed like a punch to the chest.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe.Enzo appeared at my side, one hand braced on my shoulder to steady me.“Boss.”I didn
LucaI’d seen men die before.I’d seen them bleed out on warehouse floors, in the back seats of cars, on marble stairs just like these.But I’d never felt this kind of panic this hollow, tearing dread as I watched Lila slip away in my arms.“Stay with me,” I kept whispering, but her eyes were glassy and unfocused.Her breathing was shallow little gasps that sounded too far apart.Enzo ripped open the trauma kit, and the medic dropped to his knees beside me.“Sir, we have to lay her flat.”“She’s losing too much,” I rasped. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It was ragged, broken. “Fix it.”“We will,” the medic said calmly. “But you need to let go so I can see.”I looked down at my hands. They were slick with her blood. My palms were pressed so hard against her side that my knuckles had turned white.Slowly, I forced myself to ease back.The medic peeled her shirt away, revealing the wound a clean entry in her hip. No exit.Lena hovered behind me, her hands clamped over her mouth. She wa
LilaI barely made it two steps into the hall before the relief of seeing Luca turned into something else.Something cold.Something that made the edges of my vision go blurry.It started as a slow, dull throb in my side. Like a pulled muscle.Then it grew sharper. Hotter.I thought maybe it was just the adrenaline wearing off. Maybe I was finally letting my body feel the toll of the last few hours.But when I shifted Gabriel in my arms, something warm and wet slid down my hip, soaking into the waistband of my leggings.I stopped walking.My breath caught in my throat.“Lila?” Luca’s brow furrowed. He took a step toward me. “What’s wrong?”I looked down.There was a spreading patch of crimson staining the pale fabric.I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.“Lila?” Luca’s voice cracked. “Talk to me.”“I… ” My throat closed. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “I think…I’m bleeding.”For a second, no one moved.Then everything happened at once.Lena let out a strangled