His Mafia Bride

ALINA

“What are you doing there staring like an idiot!? Won’t you set the dining table?!” Dante barked at me which got me both shuddering and jerking.

I pondorously dragged my feet and walked towards him.

“Alina were you born deaf or you just want to be deaf?!” Dante frothed.

I opened my mouth my speak but was cut short by one of Dante’s men, Luca.

“Dante you need to be taken back to the hospital. You are bleading too much. For once don’t be stubborn” Luca advised, frustration in his tone.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Dante shot him dagger glares and hissed in pain.

“Alina get out of here. I’m being as calm as I can” Dante faced me, his voice gravelly low.

“Dante you are bleeding so badly. Why don’t you want to get treated?” I inquired, my brows deeply creased.

Dante pressed his lips together and let out a pained howl as he shut his eyes tight.

I approached him further and stretched my hand, my fingers grazing his soaked up shirt.

“What do you think you are doing?” Dante aggressively asked, snapping his eyes open immediately.

Ignoring his question, I briskly walked to the kitchen, getting a warm clean cloth before walking out.

“I want to help you” I replied pushing my way through his men and sitting next to him.

Why I wanted to help him, I didn’t know but I just couldn’t stand seeing him bleed so heavily.

It felt so traumatizing.

“Alina…” Dante gritted out but was interrupted by Enzo.

“Let her help you since you dont want to go to the hospital cazzo” he cursed in italian.

“Fine!” Dante forced himself to speak in sheer annoyance.

“Do what you want to do fast” He added gruffly.

I hissed at him and stood up facing him.

My hands reached for the button of his shirt but he firmly gripped my hand with the arm that wasn’t bleeding.

“What are you doing?!” He venomously spat at me.

“Helping you” I abruptly replied.

“Now let go!” I yanked my hands away from his grip.

Ignoring his baleful stares, I proceeded to take off the buttons of his shirt.

Pulling of his entire shirt, I dropped the now soaked bloody cloth on the floor.

My hands reached for the warm clean cloth and I used it to clean the blood on his arms, seething out of his opened flesh.

I tried adverting my gaze from his perfectly chiseled and sculpted abs that seemed to always attract my orbs.

I’m sure Dante noticed my restless orbs.

Taking a cursory glance at his face, I saw nothing but absolute disgust for me written all over his facial expression.

I’m just trying to help him.

I’ve never met a man as hard to deal with as Dante.

My body suddenly began trembling on the inside as I cleaned the blood.

It was a gun wound. Dante was shot on the arm.

I placed the cloth on top the wound opening to apply pressure on it thereby stopping the flow a bit and turned my attention towards Luca.

“Get me the first aid box please. I think it should be in…” I wasn’t allowed to complete my statement as Luca interrupted me.

“Dontworry. I know where it is Alina” he assured me before leaving.

“Dante…” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“What?” He replied back rudely at me.

“You know for once can you stop being so resentful towards me. I am literally trying to help you and you are giving me such a cold shoulder” I seethed having been fed up with his attitude.

“All these sharade and farcade of yours won’t deceive me into changing how I see you. You are trying to be helpful and you are acting so concerned but deep down we both know how much of a viper you are. If you are done just get out of my sight” Dante matched my anger with his.

I was left stuperfied and robbed of my speech. This man had grown such an immense hatred for me that he never saw the good in whatever I did.

“Dante she’s trying to help you atleast be nice to her even if it’s just for today” Enzo interceded.

“Enzo I’ll really love if you don’t interfere in this. This between me and my maid” he gave back a reply.

Trying to calm the torrents of what my nerves had become, I took in a deep breath and shut my eyes close briefly before flying them open.

“Dante…” I proceeded to speak.

“I am not doing this for your favour or to appear as an angel of light. Believe whatever you want to believe about me and my intentions. I don’t give a fuck” I concluded wrathfully.

Dante rolled his eyes at me and hissed in pain.

I wondered how he was able to stay conscious this long and if the bullet had been removed.

“Raise your hand up a little. Slightly above your chest. It’s to help the bleeding and slow it until Luca brings the first aid box” I directed.

Strangely, Dante complied without much persuasion and I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Has the bullet been removed?” I asked Enzo.

Enzo gave me puzzled brows before speaking.

“Yes in the hospital. Thank goodness it didn’t go in deep but this cock here barged out of the hospital without even letting the doctors know” he replied.

The stumping of heavy footsteps got everyone’s attention towards the direction.

It was Luca.

Handing me the first aid box, I mouthed him a thank you and turned my full attention towards Dante.

Brining down the raised limb, I removed the cloth and took out a sterile bandage from the first aid box.

I dressed the wound with the bandage, binding it over his shoulder and around the bleeding arm.

“Come..” I whispered to Dante before slowly putting his uninjured arm over my shoulder and rising him to his feet.

“Ah fuck! Be careful Alina!” Dante gritted in pain.

I ignored it and accompanied his steps towards the stairs.

In between all his wincing and cursing, I was able to finally take Dante to his room.

“I’ll bring you food” I said to him once he had been laid on his bed.

Gosh. Dante’s room was too dark.

The darkness forbade me from seeing anything apart from his groaning profile.

“Do it fast and don’t lazy around because I’m injured” came his gruff response.

I was tempted to just slap him across the face but I composed myself.

Leaving the room, I sauntered back downstairs, meeting with his capos.

“Thank you guys so much for bringing Dante home” I clasped my hands together at them with a grateful smile on my lips.

“No you don’t have to thank us. Dante is a brother to us. Well the dick head among us all” Luca chuckled.

“How did you know it was a gunshot wound Alina?” Enzo asked taking a step forward.

“I am the daughter of a Russian mob boss. Gun wounds aren’t new to me” I replied with a lopsided grin.

“Anyways should I offer you both food too?” I inquired.

“No that won’t be necessary Alina” Luca replied.

My face had a quizzical look on it.

“We were about leaving and you have Dante to take care off” Enzo added.

I flashed them smiles once more and baded them farewell.

With everyone gone and Dante in his room, I proceeded to get a mop and a bucket.

Wiping off the bloody stains from the floor and taking Dante’s bloody shirt and cloth to the laundry room, I quickly headed towards the kitchen to wash my hands clean and dish out Dante’s food.

One thing would not leave my mind though the more I tried to push it out.

Dante must have been attacked and shot by an assassin.

But who could that be?