*Leo*
Ever since that bastard, Michael, shot me, I hadn’t really known which way was up. At first, I swear I was floating on cloud nine. Then, I saw the pale and drawn face of my woman and felt like shit for scaring her that bad.
Opening my eyes to see Bianca’s lovely pale face with dark circles beneath her eyes and her face so sad and forlorn had made my chest ache more than the bullet to the arm and the cold that had taken my breath away.
Seeing her there, though, had meant the world to me. It meant she was still alive. She was going to be fine, and the visit from Alessandro after I got back to Bianca’s family home from the hospital did even more to make me feel more confident about the situation.
A lot of the major concerns I had were assuaged since I’d come back to the house. Bianca still wanted me. I could almost believe she still loved me, but all I could think about most of the time was that she hadn’t left me for the bullshit Michael and his crew pulled.
