The media and mob, terrified by the sudden knife attack, screamed and scattered.The scene descended into chaos. I was tripped in the pushing and shoving, falling to the ground.I watched, horrified, as Isabella approached with the dagger, but the trampling crowd pinned me down, making it impossible to get up.I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut, gritting my teeth and waiting for the sharp pain of a blade tearing through flesh.A sickening, wet thud. The sound of a blade sinking into flesh.But the pain I expected never came.Vito had thrown himself in front of me.Hot blood splattered on my collarbone, instantly staining my shirt red.Vito had taken the knife for me.The Moretti family's elite guards instantly pinned the crazed Isabella to the ground. The wail of sirens from police cars and ambulances was deafening.But Vito couldn't hear any of it. His eyes were only on me.He spoke through a mouthful of blood, his voice slurred. "Liliana, are you okay?""Sorry... I got your shirt
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