Page 81 of Dirty Mafia Torment
She shot me. She fucking shot me.
I always knew she’d be the death of me.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
FINA
Horrified,I stare down at his crumpled form.
If I don’t do something, he’ll bleed out.
I rip off my sweater and place it over his chest, trying to stop the flow of blood. “Asshole. Drunk fool,” I mutter, pressing down on the wound. “Did you move to Rome just to torment me? Are you dead set on ruining my life?”
Blood soaks through the fabric, but it’s slowing. He doesn’t stir. A slight push confirms what I feared—he’s completely out.
Too heavy to move. Too pale. Too still.
My chest tightens.
I fumble for my phone and call Bianca, my fingers slipping against the screen.
“What the hell, Fina. It’s early?—”
“I’ll explain later. Please, I need Dante’s number.”
There’s a pause, and I close my eyes, silently begging her not to say she deleted it.
“Are you in trouble?” she whispers.
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She sucks in a breath. “Okay. I’ll text it. But be careful how?—”
I hang up before she finishes. No time.
Dante answers on the first ring. “Who is this?”
“Renzo’s been shot. He’s in the alley behind La Vita Nera. He’s unconscious … bleeding.”
Silence. I hear nothing but the ringing in my own ears.
I should run. I should disappear. But I can’t. I won’t.
Instead, I sit on the cold stone and lift Renzo’s head onto my lap. My heart pounds as I gaze down at him. He looks heartbreakingly peaceful, even in this state. Even on death’s doorstep, he’s too damn beautiful for his own good.
“Don’t you die on me,” I whisper, smoothing his hair back with shaking fingers. “I’ll never forgive you if you do.”
I say it again, and again, desperate for the words to pull him back.
“You hear me, Renzo?” My voice cracks. “I don’t care how infuriating you are or how angry I am. You don’t get to die tonight.”
I keep whispering to him, brushing blood off his temple, until a voice slices through the shadows.
“What in God’s name?—”
I freeze.
Dante.
